AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 77. GOODBYE, SEE YOU SOON
Sadness increasingly densely enveloped the room when Hariri salim tergugu kissed the corpse of his daughter. Aruni contacts Naya and her in-laws to preach grief.
After taking ablution, Amir then sat quietly reciting a series of prayers for the unattainable love. His heart was empty, even tears no longer flowed from his shady eyes.
Aruni was worried, he began to feel unwell but he held it, waiting for Naya to pick him up so that her husband could perform the last service in his desert, helping all the funeral process to finish.
An hour later Hasbi arrived, he entered the room that had been said to him.
"Students, good-bye," He glanced at Amir who was still faithful sitting there solemnly reciting a prayer.
Hasbi walked over, sitting to his left.
"Sorry, he didn't have time to be yours .. We're even, we don't have it, either" he said with what intention.
"We still have each other, though the bodies are not together, keeping our memories intact and bringing our love to the end of life, because He is guarding Him, " concluded Amir.
"Ck, that's naive,"
"Like your revenge on Naya that you inflicted on us, many hearts you hurt ... Allah is Jubaric," though Amir was claustrophobic, he prayed that his friend might have guidance to return to the path of truth.
They began to move from the room when Abah arrived with some friends and the lodge manager for the distribution of Aiswa's body.
Everyone was busy with his business, including Aruni who had left her husband there half an hour ago, she had come home with Naya.
Umma assisted santri tidying their equipment while in the hospital. Didn't feel that there was any awkwardness with the sisters on the day duty.
As Aiswa's bed was pushed out, Umma saw the same thing from the next room.
"Aish, you're not alone, he seems to be like you, son," isak umma bated.
Brakkk's.
There was a commotion at the end of the corridor, fellow family patients who wanted to use the passenger elevator, besides it was a special elevator to transport the patient's bed.
The two bodies from the adjoining room were held there.
Hariri salim and his entourage first went down using an empty elevator, while Umma and one santri and sister were still restrained because one of the patient's families remained adamant.
Finally the nurse suggested turning the direction using the elevator behind the pillar barrier.
Umma's bag was nudged by the warring families as they tried to make peace until it fell and its contents scattered. Umma was helped by his santri tidying up for a moment after all Aiswa was still visible, thought Umma.
After the administration of all had been completed, the body of the daughter of the famous owner of the cottage was rushed to the residence, the Hall of Putra Tazkiya.
Along the way, Umma in the hearse could not be separated holding hands that gradually cold, the soul sign has very far left the body.
"We go home, baby, but in another way" Umma cried, very hard to lose her child.
Umma assisted the female santri began to prepare a place to bathe Aiswa. Determined to strengthen the heart so as not to shed tears about the body of his son. The first man escaped easily, the wobble of his two old hands began to waver. Umma paused for a moment, took a deep breath trying to gather kinkaran that actually no longer exist.
"Only I, only I bathe her .. I will finish my duties as her mother," as her hand grabs the soap to rub on Aiswa's body.
Deghs. Umma was stunned when he revealed the wet cloth of his daughter's head covering.
Aish's? the ko? uh but the wound is right here, the temple as I remember it is not a wound like this, but. bismillah baby, umma bathe aish last time huh.
Until pardoned, Umma still faithfully accompanied even though in his heart doubted was prejudiced probably because of the condition in the critical period of long time, the influence of the installation of tools, slightly changed the structure of his face.
He's Aiswa, Maryam, be sincere...
The body that had been perfumed was then buried in the Hall to be sholated then immediately buried behind the Dormitory princess, only separated by a wall one meter high from the right side of their residence.
Mahendra was loyal to his brother-in-law, following all the processions to the end. The night is approaching, guests who want to say condolences are getting more and more.
Amir approached his Yai, looking at Hasbi standing next to him.
"Mir, do not forget to eat, Aruni noted, "hugged the father when he saw his son lunglai.
"Mir, jazakallah kheir Nak .. You lead Aiswa back to remember his Lord, as he wishes he waited for you to come .. pray that he will be calm there, yes, Buya apologized for all the caliphs that affected you, inflicted slander on your family ... also .. Ahmad failed to convey your trust, so that I did not make you my son-in-law, the source of Aiswa's happiness, " Yai choked, her voice holding back tears. Abah just patted the arm of a man who was the same age as him slowly.
"Yai has passed, I give permission" replied Amir.
"Change, Yai, we go home first .. Rey will pick up Abah yes," Mahen continued turning to look at his in-laws.
The two middle-aged men simply nodded their heads slowly. Hariri salim slipped to see Amir's back slowly disappear among the many guests who came.
"Bag,"
"Okay," Mahen knew his brother needed an impingement, he steered his car to the beach.
Amir got off before the black Camry stopped perfectly. His chest had been rumbling ever since he smelled the smell of wet sand from the entrance earlier.
The long legs went down the stairs to the black sandy beach. Welcomed the onslaught of the waves that night that hit the rock hard.
His heart was like a tsunami, a blast of shattering to pieces washed away all the contents that passed through it, whether it took how long to compile it again.
His memories were tossed or drowned in the thick vortex of love waves that destroyed him.
Like the victims who survived the disaster, it seemed to lose half body with breath left at the end of the throat.
"Aiswaaaaaaaaaa.. "he screams darkened the night without moonlight, which may be reluctant to appear, followed by the waves that approach the figure of troublemakers on the beach.
The body of the man with the sturdy shoulders fell clenched on a stretch of cold sand grains.
"I can no longer see you now" she was half-crazy, forgetting there was another heart she had to guard.
"I, let you go here, the second time ... Aiswa Fajri's,"
I left everything about you, I came home, there is still someone waiting for me ... Goodbye, dear, see you soon...
Here, the same beach a few months ago, two men equally lost half their lives even though one of them managed to grab love back to a peaceful sunset in the body.
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...Everyone has their own problems... Gamal alma... Amir with a lust for love that still saves Aiswa, even though he is married, mommy let go of the taste one by one.. ...
...Aiswa, wanna be free of everything.. Hasbi, too, has admitted and apologized despite being half-hearted... Buya has also realized all his khilaf.. ...
...Well.. jeng jeng... We start a new life for everything... Leggos... ...
...❤❤❤...