GHIFARI ~ RADITE ~ GHIBRAN
IT IS CONSIDERED TRASH
When all the guests had gone home, Ajat noticed Farouq's calm face. Little skinny, yet there was a smile on his lips. The little man left all quietly. The only ones left in the room were Ponirah and her husband, as well as her mother and father Ajat and her mother and father Santi. They're reading Yasin. There are also some neighbors who came there that others have gone home including Mr. Halimi. Everyone says it's coming in the morning.
One or two people still came. Ajat's office friends and relatives who came that night. But of course not for long. If the relationship from Santi's office has certainly come since noon. So there lived a relationship from his office Ajat who just knew the news during the Maghrib. When the body arrived at the funeral home. Indeed Ajat deliberately did not report before the corpse arrived home.
It's getting night. Now there's no one anymore. The one reading Yasin was over. Ajat approached Farouq's body.
“Im sorry Papi ya Darling. At the beginning of your life, Papi never wanted to know you. Sorry Papi ever thought you were trash. You are the son of the unlucky bearer, because you are in the belly of the woman who was forced to be your mother, Papi is bound to your bundle. The woman who made you what you are now.”
“Mafin Papi, although late, fortunately Papi once knew and loved you. Hopefully you really want to forgive Papi,” Ajat rubbed the hands of his son who was covered in a shroud. He no longer dared to kiss Farouq for fear of falling tears. Ajat then read Yasin slowly. Her goal was to finish with a tight chest and sobbing. Regret never wanted ‘kal’ with Farouq.
“Papi knows you are sincere. Papi is also sincere, dear. Than you suffer here with the condition of your lungs and stomach like that,” Ajat said after finishing reading Yasin.
Going into her room she wants to see Santi. It turns out Santi wasn't in their bedroom. Of course Ajat is confused.
“There must be in Brother's room,” tries to calm down. He also looked there. Ajat went straight into Mischa's room, apparently there is no Santi there. Mischa slept alone with her blanket.
“Loh, Santi where?” tanya Ajat is confused. In their bedroom and in Mischa's room there were none either. Finally he knew where his wife was in Farouq's room.
As he expected, Santi slept there hugging a photo of Farouq as well as the last cars they played together. Of course make Ajar treyuh. He climbed into the bed and hugged his wife so that she could feel the warmth of his embrace.
Monica sent a wreath of condolences, she sent it on behalf of herself and her husband. Although he lived not far from Ajat's house, there was no intention of him coming. Not even Monica's parents were present. They often go to Mischa and Farouq schools. They don't care about Mischa. Only care about Mischa's older cousin, her grandson, Monica. Make the Monica family, Mischa is also trash.