Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
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Yu, Yu Darmi."

Feeling her name being called, Ms. Darmi turned her head. To determine whose voice he hears.

His hand that was attaching wet clothes to the clothesline stopped for a moment, then continued his work again.

After that his attention turned to Bu Kadus who just got off the bike.

"What's up, Yu?"

"Your message added nemen, it can't be anything."

"Lha, I just went to the field, kok ujug-ujug nemen. Piye, to?"

"His father Zaya, the Life."

Having confirmed the intention of Bu Kadus just now, the feeling of Bu Darmi became mak tratap. He had to hear this news.

"Lha just yesterday Zaya said on the phone, he said Mr. Life has healed so it is allowed to go home from the hospital."

"Yes, yesterday I went home. It was still dawn this morning. Then ask permission to rest, sleep on the prayer mat. But once asked to move into the room, he said no more."

"Yes Allah. Is that right, Mbakyu?"

Not yet had Bu Kadus respond, Pak Yanto seemed to ride a motorcycle towards the two mothers.

His speed seemed to urge the bayah man to immediately convey the news brought.

"Where's the wedding?"

"Just go to the field, Kang, he said he wanted to dangir. What's up?"

"I just got word, life's not helped."

Bu Darmi's body instantly shook. "Innalillahi wainnailai roji'un."

"Le, please pick up Mr. Kuswin in Simagung, yo," Pak Yanto told his son.

"You're careful" said Bu Darmi and Ms. Kadus.

"We went there this morning, to, sir?" asked Kadus to her husband.

"Wear the motor alone or the group alone?" added Mrs Darmi, let's all.

"We go there to the entourage so that you guys," said Mr. Yanto. The man's thumb was busy pushing buttons on his old mobile phone. "Heat the car, at half seven we're going to my sister-in-law's."

Not until twenty minutes later, Bu Darmi was ready to leave. The woman was waiting for a car that would carry mourners, in a hamlet fork.

There, some neighbors were ready to come along. They have heard the broadcast of the death of Mr. Life through the mouthpiece of the Dusun Matamu mosque, so now it has emptied the schedule of activities for the next few hours. While the forced could not come, just apologized.

While Mr. Kuswin, arrived at the fork right along with the time of the arrival of the car that will carry him. So without waiting for a long time, the vehicle can go directly according to plan.

...***...

Zaya's grief was seized by the deep sorrow of her own husband. Hence after calming Afriz who had almost gone berserk, he was still watching the man.

It seems that the husband can control his emotions. Not like that, who constantly blames themselves.

Though from the looks, Zaya can feel Afriz's efforts so far have been very maximum for the recovery of Mr. Life. But God seems to want something else.

From his current position, Zaya could see that the young man had been busy taking care of Pak Hidup's bath, showing the last devotion to his father who had been stiffened.

In contrast to Nida who had arrived at this house immediately unconscious, now Afriz seemed more accepting of the departure of Mr. Life for eternity. His heart is more organized.

"Here, Mas. Don't be rude. Slow down, the important thing is evenly."

Zaya could hear instructions from the people for Afriz to bathe the body properly.

From where she is now, she can clearly see that there is sadness being held by her husband. However, he could not deny that Afriz was so eager to switch from one place to another while chanting the Prophet's prayer with a trembling voice, either holding back the cry or because of the cold.

This view, makes Zaya still survive in his position now, although something began to go wrong with his head and stomach.

Zaya's body immediately retreated when the scent of camphor water mixed with flowers and pandan leaves was so stinging on her nose. His stomach feels nauseous.

Moreover, the crowd of people near the woman grew more and more dense. Makes it stiffer and more dizzy. He needs more oxygen, before his body falls in this area.

"Mbak Zaya why?"

But had not been able to answer the question just now, Zaya could no longer support her own weight. His sight has darkened.

Screeches some women had made Afriz turn his head. But the man didn't have much time to figure out who fainted. He further flushed the stiff body in front of him, using scented water from a large bucket next to the bath utensil.

No matter the fingers of his hand that has been filling because it continues to touch the water earlier. The palm of his hand and his shivering arm were still able to move his father's body that was ready to be forgiven, along with Seno and several other adult men.

As soon as it was over, Afriz got a report from the mothers that Zaya was still unconscious. While Nida was conscious, she was crying hysterically.

However, the man was already in a mess of thoughts. Although her mammoth legs were at Zaya and Nida's, she only looked at them. Because, there are already many relatives who take care of his wife and younger brother. The time has also been spent a lot to greet the relatives and neighbors who met him to express their condolences.

"Mas, we'll have the body salted soon." Kyai Maimun smiled. His vulnerable hand patted Afriz on the shoulder, giving strength to the young man in front of him.

"I change clothes first, Kyai."

Once changed clothes and berwudu, Afriz headed to the living room of his house that had turned into a place of prayer corpse.

Then he sighed in disarray, setting his heart to pay his last respects to his father through four takbir and one salutation.

Again, Afriz took and exhaled his heavy breath. This time when he listened to the speech delivered by Kyai Maimun, while carrying one side of the coffin.

He was about to cry, but was held back when his heart whispered that his father had calmed down in the grave.

As Kyai Maimun delivered the message, Afriz looked around. There were many mourners packed into his yard, describing how much the father was loved by many.

He also saw his maternal uncle and aunt, along with his two parents-in-law, who also guaranteed the prayer of Kyai Maimun.

The presence of those he cares about is like a form of support so that he stepped steadily when delivering the father to the final rest.

...***...