The Bujang Lapuk
Grief News

Za really didn't sleep tonight. He went to the kitchen after dawn prayers. Even just making breakfast was reluctant. He only made a glass of milk chocolate. Which eventually allowed to cool. It turned out to have to part with Fadhil even though only last night the impact was so extraordinary. Her life may have been too dependent on her husband for the past few months. Although not even 24 hours without Fadhil beside her, Za is really lonely.

"Innalillahi wa innailaihi roji'un." Sapphira's voice that had just come out from inside her room made Za flinch.

"Mom! Mommy!" peekkik Sapphira called Za.

"What's up, Fir? How do you panic?"

Safira's panicked face and quivering lips caused Za to panic. Safira showed me her phone. A sad news sent by someone named Tasya.

"I-this means Aira's Aunt Sarah's son, Fir?" ask Za to make sure.

"Yes, Mama!" Sapphira's tears were shed. "It's unexpected that Aunt Aira left so soon."

Za stunned. He held onto Sapphira who was still sobbing. So Fadhil's departure to Bandung was because of that affair. Za had even thought too far. Again out of fear that Fadhil would cheat on him.

A few minutes later the message notification sounds unpretentious on Za and Safira's phone. The news of Aira's death was a topic of discussion in the family group. Mourning condolences and many other questions caused Aira's death.

"We're going to Aunt Sarah's house now?" ask Za to Safira.

Safira nodded. They also prepared to go to Aunt Sarah's house. Even though the body is still on its way. One of the things that made Za comfortable in her husband's family, because of the sense of family that is so close.

Arriving at the funeral home, the atmosphere was already crowded. Which is dominated by the sound of family stuffing or neighbors who come. Za blends in with Fadhil's family. Sitting among the rows of people who were waiting for the bodies. Although not very familiar with Aira, but Za still dissolved in the atmosphere of grief.

After a few hours of waiting, the sirens roared. Some families are getting broken. They were flocking to welcome the bodies. In the back of the ambulance, stopped by Fadhil's black SUV.

Za refrained from approaching her husband. Seeing Fadhil who was then busy taking care of the corpse. Some other families raised the stocky body of Aunt Sarah who suddenly fainted. The death of her son shocked the whole family. News that circulated because of Aira's stomach acid disease that was not helped.

All management processes are carried out immediately. Even before dzuhur time, the funeral procession was over. Although not yet fully revealed, eventually all left the tomb. The last time Fadhil held Aunt Sarah for fainting again.

Arriving back at the funeral home, the atmosphere was still crowded with people who mourned. After Fadhil returned to carry his tantric into the house, Za approached her husband.

His face looks very tired. Even his clothes were still the same clothes as yesterday.

"Mas!" call Za. When Fadhil came out of a room in the house. Fadhil smiled faintly.

"Drink!" Za held out the bottled water that had been pierced with a pipette.

"Please" said Fadhil. The glass of water was empty in a short time.

"Yet. We go home first, okay?"

Za nodded. They also want to go home first. Because in the room there is already someone taking care of Aunt Sarah. Her first child arrived from Bali minutes before the funeral.

Along the way home, Za observes Fadhil who looks very tired. Even several times had to step on the brake suddenly because it was not focused anymore. If Za could drive, she would have replaced her husband.

Fadhil stepped foot inside the house. Unasked, Za prepared a change of clothes for her husband.

"Wear warm water, Mas. You didn't sleep last night, did you?" za said as Fadhil went into the bathroom.

Fadhil berdehem's. Even to make a sound seems to have no energy anymore.

While waiting for Fadhil to take a bath, Za prepared a meal for her husband. He sent a message to his ART to cook.

A tray of rice and its complement was taken by Za to the room. Because if she had to ask Fadhil to come down, her husband would definitely choose to sleep rather than eat.

"Eat first, Mas!"

"That's so sleepy!"

Bruk! The tall body was thrown into the bed.

"But you have to eat." Za arranged the pillow to be made Fadhil backrest.

"Sit down first. I'm bribe!" she said again while trying to lift her husband's body. It turned out that he actually fell and hit Fadhil's body. Za was about to shift his body but Fadhil's arm held him too tightly.

"Kangen" said Fadhil, sniffing Za's neck.

"Just sleep. Eat later. You didn't sleep last night?"

"Kok Mas know?" ask Za.

"Wear telepathy."

Za throbbing. She put her head on her husband's chest. Her weight that is not how much is certainly not the thing that makes her husband tortured when he had to hold it.