MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
Chapter 015's

Ms. Nurul, a neighbor whose house is right next to mine suddenly walked beside me and equalized her footsteps.

“Eh Bu Nurul, want to go home directly bu?” my many.

“Iya, just go home. By the way if I may know, Roni is sick, nduk?”

“Oh, that's ma'am, Roni her face is pale and hot. Maybe another fever.”

Hearing my reply, Bu Nurul suddenly stopped his steps. He narrowed his eyes as if he was focusing on finding something.

I was confused, the road we both walked on was quite dark, there were only a few village street lights that didn't even light them all up.

“What's looking for, bu?” askaku.

I felt I could not guess what Bu Nurul was doing, because his eyes were straight on the way home.

While in front, there is no sight of people or vehicles that will cross this road. My reflex shook my head and frowned.

“Wait, nduk.” said slowly.

In my mind, what something should I wait for. I didn't feel anything, my ears didn't hear a sound at all.

I looked around and saw nothing because of the dark conditions. The bamboo trees on the left and right sides also increasingly support the darkness of the night.

“You heard it wasn't?” ask him once again even I have not had time to reply to the words before.

I tried to close my eyes, tracing all the sounds I could hear right now. Until I heard a scream.

A very familiar scream, like almost every day I could hear that voice.

The longer, the sound of the screams got closer. Such quick footsteps also began to accompany the sound of that shout.

“Jaka.” batinku.

I immediately ran away leaving Bu Nurul alone without a chance to say goodbye. A few steps I ran, and also only a few worshipers I passed, I increasingly clearly heard the sound of the scream.

Jaka ran towards me with a shout. The cry that initially sounded so loud and harsh, I could now hear that it was enveloping the cry.

I stopped the footsteps, Jaka came and hugged me tightly. He cried, and left the screams he had been yelling.

I've heard this cry only once before, which is when Jaka got the news that Dad and Mom were gone for good.

In my mind, I still refused that this was bad news for Jaka and me.

But in my heart I can't say anything anymore. My feelings were chaotic uncertain, still not ready to hear what Jaka told me after this.

“Mbak, Roni Mbak.” said Jaka on the sidelines sobs his tears.

I just nodded and smiled at Jaka. The congregation that just returned home immediately saw the two of you.

“Roni died, Mbak.”

My legs were helpless, I fell down in front of Jaka. My mind is still rejecting the news that just surfaced in my ear.

“Roni, sorry Mbak.” my last words before I lost consciousness.

Crowds of people around me carried my body and drove me home.

Jaka, this time became a hero who could not be measured his services. While I was still unconscious, Jaka took care of everything.

He who went to the house of the head of RT to preach the news of grief, he also went to the mosque and met with the marbot to announce that his brother was dead.

I'm sober. Next to me was Bu Nurul and some of my other neighbors.

“Alhamdulillah, how is nduk? Still dizzy?” ask Bu Nurul.

“Jaka where is bu?” I just ignored Bu Nurul's question.

“Jaka is still outside, just bought the need to know tonight nduk. You just sit down. Earlier Bu Nurul had asked for help to other neighbors kok.” he said while stroking my head.

Although my head still felt dizzy, I still insisted on standing up.

“I'm okay with.”

I immediately got up and invited Bu Nurul to go to the kitchen to help the neighbors who had been busy themselves. After all, this is also the departure of Roni, my sister.

I deserve to be the main role in this. Jaka has done his job well, now it's my turn.