Anisa the Sinner
1. Your departure and my Pregnancy

Anisa's still down. While his mother talked to ex-besan.

"There may be Faisal doing that" said Rosmawati's mother Faisal's parents. The tears kept flowing from his eyes.

"He cannot do such a thing" Rosmawati's mother continued with tears.

"I didn't believe you either, but that's what Anisa said" said Maesaroh's mother, Anisa's parents.

Anisa was still bowed but the sound of sobbing signified tears.

"Say Nisa!" maesaroh.

Anisa's hand wiped the clear water from her eyes and nose. His mouth was stiff to say the word.

"Say Nisa!" maesaroh snapped while shaking Anisa's right shoulder.

"Sorry Bun..," said Anisa, her voice rattling, her mouth shaking and unable to continue.

"Tell me clearly, son," said Shamsuddin gently and in a calm voice because Anisa had not yet continued her speech.

"I'm pregnant with Faisal's child," Anisa replied, her teeth cracking in the words.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim.., is that right, son?"

Anisa nodded slowly.

Shamsuddin stiffened his breath violently. Her lips were groaning to say a word only her heart was unceasingly saying something because her heart was too sick to hear Anisa's words.

Anisa, Rosmawati, and Maesaroh were still crying over it.

"How can this be? Astaghfirullah haladhim's... Faisal's tomb has not been dry why add wounds for him," murmured Syamsuddin.

Shamsuddin was seen holding his chest. His heart seemed to be pumping so fast. Not because of the activity, but the anger that was raging in his chest. Disappointment, disbelief, pity, all fused to stifle his chest cavity.

Anisa as much as she pleased, tears have not yet receded from her fertilizer.

"How long is your pregnancy?" Rosmawati asked her tears so she could speak clearly.

Anisa shakes.

"You haven't checked into the midwife?"

Anisa nodded.

"How late are you?"

"Fifteen days from the menstrual schedule," Anisa said.

Rosmawati breathed and scooped her face violently.

"Is that really Faisal's son?" Rosmawati asked her mouth tremblingly uttering that sentence.

Anisa instantly raised her face looking at Rosmawati then lowered her back. She was very surprised to hear the question from her former future father-in-law.

"I-iya Bun" said Anisa.

"Why can Nisa," Rosmawati's body trembled even more.

Anisa again sobbed, her tears flowing back. His teeth biting his lower lip held back the cry but his tears escaped just like that.

"When did you do Nisa?"

"Sina!" Rosmawati's voice is rising.

Shamsuddin stroked the wife's shoulder to calm down.

"One-day before Mas Faisal died," Anisa answered stammeredly.

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Anisa was still silent in the room. Since two days of meeting with Mother Rosmawati and Mr. Shamsudin the burden has grown heavy. The psychological burden he faced. Thousands of questions without an answer raged in his brain.

What is the power of an Anisa. She's just a country girl who just graduated from high school. A girl who is only 18 years old. I had no experience other than sewing with my mother. The future in his mind will only be married to Faisal Mubarok Syamsuddin. Exactly two months after graduation.

The date and day are set. Even the preparation of invitations, decorations, and wedding tents has been ordered for a long time. But fate no one knows. All by the will of the Khalik. A well-crafted plan ended at the funeral.

The flashback

At that time Faisal was repairing the roof of a leaky house. It just happened one day before it was raining so hard. The ceiling in the middle room was leaking. Faisal nimbly climbed up to the roof of the house but apes hit Faisal, there was a leaky electrical cable. Accidentally Faisal stepped on the cable that ran between the roof wood. Faisal had asked for help but the voice was not heard by Syamsuddin, Faisal's parents who were helping to justify the leaky roof. Kyai Syamsuddin's position was then below, taking a replacement tile.

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Suddenly there was a sound of something falling from the roof.

Syamsudin immediately shouted for help to find his son who was half-empty fell from the roof of the house. Mother Rosmawati who at that time was in the kitchen directly out to the side yard.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim's...Faisal...Son..," cried Rosmawati scattering towards her son who was lying down below.

His cry immediately broke to find his son like that.

"Faisal.duh O Allah.my son Faisal. Faisal..," the hand shook his son's shoulder but the child remained silent without a sound. Rosmawati immediately grabbed her son when she realized there was no truth from his son's mouth.

Neighbors began to flock to see the tragedy. Many of their arguments saw the tragedy that befell Faisal.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim.Yes Allah...It's too bad for your fate."

"Astaghfirullah haladhim.that's why Faisal fell but half a charade like that?

"Oh Allah, it is better to call the police to investigate the case."

"We take it inside, sir." invited one of the residents followed by other residents to help lift Faisal's body inside.

"Innalilahi wa innalilahi rojiun" said Mr. Salam after palpating Faisal's pulse.

"Innalilahi wa innalilahi rojiun," in unison who watched him speak.

Rosmawati is crying hysterically, "Faisal...Son, get up..," Rosmawati shook Faisal's shoulder.

"Bun, her tears will fall on Faisal. Poor Faisal," said Rokhimah neighbor Rosmawati while embracing Rosmawati's shoulder to get away from Faisal's body.

Syamsuddin was no less in shock. His body was still resting near the middle door. Staring at the rigid body of Faisal who began to be taken care of like the corpse of a Muslim.

Mayit eyes closed, relax all joints so as not to harden and put something on his stomach so as not to swell and cover the mayit with a cloth.

There was a clear liquid that suddenly flowed into his cheeks. His right hand moved to wipe away the tears. But the sound of sobbing he could not cover even his hands shut the mouth.

"Faisal" he said softly and his body inching limp in the middle doorway.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim's...Mr. Kyai, sir..."

The sound of mutual disdain rang in the ears of Syamsudin until his body felt light and suddenly had been laid down on the bed.

"Sir...Mr..., wake up sir..," the voice was still dimly heard in the ear of Shamsuddin and there was a hand that patted his cheek. But it is still felt by Kyai Syamsuddin.

"Istighfar Sir..," the invitation began to sound clear and Kyai Syamsuddin's eyes were open-ended. His wife's sad face was first seen and the woman's body immediately burst into her arms.

The issue of both parents Faisal unpretentious to each other adds lara for those who witness. No exception to the woman who just learned the sad news. The woman who is now looking at the body covered with cloth.

Anisa approached, still mute only the sobs held in her mouth. His right hand opened the covering cloth and his left hand smothered his own mouth so that the stuffing coming out of his mouth was not hard.

"Innalillahi wa innailaihi...Mas Faisal," softly Anisa held onto you heart that was so painful, her chest was pounding so fast as if it was out of rhythm.

"Mas Faisal.," cried Anisa not strong enough to hold the stuffing and her tears had flowed freely on the cheeks.