Anisa the Sinner
2. Go for Forever

He sat in front of the body of the lover still with tears that he could not stop. The feeling of weakness spread throughout the body, the bones like loose.

"Istighfar Ndok, Istighfar," Maesaroh pinta stroked her son's back.

"Mas Faisal.," the call was still addressed to the lover but the body remained still stiff with both hands folded on the chest and eyes closed.

"Mas..," this time Anisa touched the lover's cheek.

"Astaghfirullah Anisa..," Maesaroh's mother shrugged her son's shoulders to move places.

"Don't let your tears fall on Faisal's son, pity Faisal's son," Maesaroh's mother said as she pushed her son away from the corpse.

Replacing neighbors and even relatives came to mourn the disaster that befell the family of Kyai Shamsuddin.

Surah Yasin was also heard echoing from various corners of the room.

Kyai Shamsuddin got up from sleep, his hands touched the edge of the bed, his legs had been lowered from the bed.

"Where are you going Kyai?" mahmud asked one of his relatives.

"Take the wudu, I haven't given Yasin to Faisal, yet" he said.

Mahmud said Syamsuddin walked to the toilet.

While Rosmawati's mother who sat beside her husband's bed now tailed her husband to take water wudu.

Mother Rosmawati has been sitting next to residents who also read the Surah Yasin.

"Take Ndok wudu water, that's the gift Faisal wants," Maesaroh's mother asked.

Anisa nodded while strengthening her body to walk to the back room to fetch some water. Not long after, his butt was already sitting in front of Faisal's stiff body. His eyes were still staring blankly at the body that had been given the coffin.

The sun is moving west. The shadow is increasingly shifting eastward. The time has shown at 16:30 WIB.

The scents of jasmine, frangipani, cantile, rose, pandanus, and camphor, burst out in the room. Sahutan Surah Yasin and tahlil have decided to accompany the procession of handling the body before being given a speech to release the body.

The funeral service begins. Kyai Syamsuddin braced himself to give the speech. Although sometimes in between the reception his hands move quickly wipe the tears that pool in his eye fertilizers.

La ilaaha Illallah La ilaaha Illallah La ilaha Illallah...

The word of remembrance accompanies the departure of the body to the funeral. Anisa's tears can no longer come out but her body is now limp drooping behind the window of Kyai Syamsuddin's house.

His eyes stared blankly as the corpse left as footsteps swung toward the burial site. Now those eyes are closed. His soul seemed to float along with the corpse that was getting away from the house of Kyai Syamsuddin.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim...Nisa..," hysterical Maesaroh immediately grabbed Anisa's body.

"Mom, just put to bed" asked Nadia Anisa's friend while helping to get Anisa to lay down in the living room.

Twenty minutes passed. Anisa fell asleep because she was too tired.

Maesaroh sat next to Rosmawati who was sitting in the living room where Anisa was asleep.

"Faisal a good son, may God place in Heaven," comforted Maesaroh his hand holding Rosmawati's hand.

Rosmawati nodded and revealed a small smile. His heart tried hard not to fall with the departure of Faisal.

"Assalamualaikum..," said Shamsudin and a young man who from the beginning of his arrival became the center of attention in the funeral procession.

"Waalaikum salam..," replied Maesaroh and Rosmawati.

The young man smiled respectfully.

"Today Panji" asked Rosmawati to the boy.

The young man approached.

"This is Maesaroh's mother," Rosmawati patted Maesaroh's thigh.

"Mother." said the young man, extending a hand and immediately kissing the back of Maesaroh's hand, which had returned his words.

Maesaroh smiled back at the young man's attitude.

"He's Anisa's mother, his future wife Faisal," Rosmawati said, her eyes turning to look at Anisa and her chin pointing at the poor girl.

Panji glanced briefly at Anisa, his body got up and asked for permission to leave.

The flashback

"Sisa...Niss...,"

"Yes Ma'am," answered Nisa lazily.

"Eat first Ndok, mother has prepared food," asked Maesaroh.

Nisa nodded her head. His feet stepped out of the simple room he slept in.

Anisa inhales the aroma of flourless tempeh that is still warm, also saute kale on the table and do not miss the salted fish.

The cuisine on the table arouses Anisa's appetite. His right hand moved to take the rice and side dishes that were served on the table.

Maesaroh smiled looking at Anisa.

"Yes Ma'am" Anisa answered, both hands looking up to read the prayer to eat.

Maesaroh stared fixedly at Anisa who was eating. Anisa looks so fast eating all the food on the plate. Not only that, his hand moved back filling the rice onto the plate he was holding.

"Mother," said Anisa.

Maesaroh nodded, there was a bitter smile visible on Maesaroh's face.

"Good, eat a lot because your little one needs to eat too,"

Anisa immediately chewed slowly the food in the mouth. Even his appetite disappeared just like hearing his mother's words.

"I'm full Mom" Anisa said after being forced to swallow the food she had chewed in her mouth.

Maesaroh stared at the plate in front of Anisa, it was still filled with rice and side dishes. He felt guilty for saying the sentence he had spoken to Anisa.

Anisa raised her butt, her feet stepped from the dining room.

"Salat Zuhur used to be Nisa," said Maesaroh saw Anisa would enter the room.

"Yes Ma'am," Anisa answered, her feet turning to the back room to take water and perform fardu prayers.

After completing the obligation, Anisa intended to enter the room but her steps stopped staring at her mother who was busy with stitching orders.

"Many orders, ma'am" said Anisa sitting in front of her mother who was cutting cloth.

Maesaroh smiled answering a question from Anisa.

Anisa took the uncut cloth, "This is who's Ma'am?"

"Mak Dewi, you're the one who cut. The model is up to the fashionable essentials. The size is in this book" Maesaroh explained as he handed the notebook.

Anisa's hand moved agilely on the cloth she cut. Every now and then her eyes stared at the size written on the notebook.

"Tomorrow we'll go to Nis Hospital,"

Nisa stopped the right hand that was cutting the cloth.

"Mother Rosmawati wants to know the development of your pregnancy" said Maesaroh.

Anisa lowered her head, "Yes Ma'am," she replied, then continued cutting the cloth.

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Anisa, Maesaroh, and Rosmawati have arrived in polytheism. They sat among the patients waiting for the call to go into the examination room.

Rosmawati deliberately chose to check in the district hospital away from where they lived. The goal is to especially if not to avoid rumors from villagers. She is not hypocritical that news of Anisa's pregnancy could be heard by residents sooner or later. But not as fast as lightning, at least after the grave of the late Faisal dried up.

Two hours they have been sitting in the waiting chair but Anisa's name has not been called by the officer. Even the sequence number he held was still far from the name of the patient who had entered the examination room.

"What number is Nisa?" ask mother Rosmawati.

Anisa showed the queue card to Rosmawati's mother, "Number 30 Bun, less 20 more,"

Rosmawati took a breath, "Come in the morning still got a queue number of 30 let alone come noon," he complained.

"Drink a lot of Nisa," bargained the mother Rosmawati while thrusting a bottle of mineral water.

"Thank you Bun," said Anisa who had already felt the throat dry even her stomach had also begun to protest asking to be filled.

"Mother also bring bread with snacks, eat you must be hungry," said Rosmawati hand handed him a plastic wrap containing snacks and there are still two bottles of mineral water.

"Drink Ma'am" mother Rosmawati thrust a bottle of mineral water to Maesaroh's mother

"I brought my own drinking water, Maesaroh showed me a bottle of plain water from the bag. "Not like bottled water, it's your own cooking water" he continued.

Mother Rosmawati smiled because of that, "Persis rich little Faisal. In the past, if traveling with him, he had to bring his own boiled water," he said.

Maesaroh directly rubbed Rosmawati's back, he knew there was a sense of sadness when Rosmawati blurted the sentence.

"Mother..," said a girl dressed in all white.

"Son Nurul?!" surprised by mother Rosmawati.

"Who's sick Bun?" nurul asked after the takdhim kissed the back of Rosmawati's mother's hand.

"Eh.that, son...Anisa she has a stomach ache because her period is not smooth," replied mother Rosmawati tried not to be nervous but in fact still the look on her face and said look nervous because she had to lie.

"O...," Nurul's head nodded as he turned to Anisa.

"Hopefully get well soon Dek," Nurul said leading to Anisa.

"Yes Ma'am" replied Anisa.

"Mother is healthy yes. Faisal was a righteous son, God willing to enter God's heaven. I'm sorry I continued to work Bun" said Nurul.

Rosmawati smiled. Looking at the departure of Nurul, the girl who used to be Faisal's lover and the girl who lived not far from his home.