Honey Contract My Husband
Part 47's. Mourned

The Jihan hometown.

Narendra had never known before that the birthplace of his second wife came from an area far from the urban area of his region. Yesterday evening they left for Jihan's hometown, but only then arrived at the location when the sun had risen again and had changed tomorrow morning.

One view that welcomed their arrival was that many people were in the courtyard of a house whose walls were clinging to each other. People who dominate in closed clothes and some wear black clothes, and sound groaning cries from some people who are there. Meanwhile, yellow flags waving to be a sign that there is a family that is grieving.

Narendra was still silent when he saw the grieving faces before his eyes, but they still allowed Narendra's car to enter the narrow yard of the house.

Narendra positioned his car until it stopped and parked perfectly, then he realized that the woman beside him was already in tears and ready to get out of the car right then and there. If Narendra had not locked all the doors of the car automatically, he would have jumped down.

"Dad!" jehan shouted for a moment after he got out of the mobi in a hurry. Running into the house and brutally splitting the crowd while holding his stomach.

Narendra was made to look at everything that happened before his eyes, the family that was mourning was his wife's family.

Seeing a woman who rests in front of a coffin that has been covered in green cloth and strands of flowers that line the heartbreaking atmosphere for those left behind.

Jihan squeezed the green cloth and cried wailing, "Dad! Dad why did you leave Jihan so soon, Dad?!"

"Say you want to see Jihan's granddaughter? Jihan hasn't given birth yet, why did you leave first?" he does not accept reality.

"Dad promised Jihan to hold on until Jihan gets the money and we'll do the operation, Dad! Why did you lie to me?"

The woman shook her coffin in front of him, "WHY DID DAD DIE? WHY IS NINGGALIN JIHAN ALONE! WHY, DAD! WHY?"

The woman was muffled, she did not stop beating and shaking the scented coffin with the fragrant fragrance of frankincense liquid that was repeatedly poured by the caretaker.

Narendra away, the man sat down next to his wife. Cuddled by Jihan's body despite doubts, the man still carried Jihan in his arms without any rejection from the woman.

"He's my father, the only man in the world who truly loves me and accepts me for who I am. But why did you leave me? Why, Dad?!" no stop Jihan beat the iron coffin with her hand until the hand paled so hard to grasp to hit the coffin.

"Damble, stop. Stop, Jihan," Narendra pulled back the hand that didn't stop hitting it.

"Jihan, it's not good to mourn someone's departure. Whether it is the nearest, dear, or beloved, we must not weep wailing in front of such a corpse. Steady and sincere, may your father husnul khatimah," said softly Narendra rubbed the side of tears Jihan who had flooded his face.

"My father is gone, now I have no one else," said Jihan, gradually the eyes closed and the more faint movements of Jihan's body were squeezed until the woman lost consciousness.

"Damn?"

"Damn, wake up, kid. Father is still here, stand up," a middle-aged man dressed in sky blue patted Jihan's cheek lying on the rug in the middle of the green expanse of land.

"Dad? Dad, what are we doing here?" jihan asked who was surprised to be in a spacious park like being behind his grandmother's house, where he lived as a child.

The man nodded, "Let's go with dad," the man asked.

Jehan is brought to the edge of green and lush hills overgrown by white tulips.

Jihan ran into the middle of a garden bed filled with large budding tulips.

"The tulip flower is so pretty, Dad!" the woman's excitement rotates like she did in childhood, she runs in the middle of a very large garden containing tulips.

"Yes, a beautiful flower is just like you," said the middle-aged man.

"Daddy can walk? Dad's leg is healed?" jihan asked to look at the father's leg, which he initially remembered if the leg could not walk, now his father looks healthy and fine.

Not waiting for the father to answer, Jihan pulled the man's hand and took him running back to the middle of the garden of white tulips, Jihan's favorite flower since childhood.

"Well, the weather's getting hotter, huh, Dad?" said Jihan.

"It describes how you feel, son,"

"What feeling? I'm just happy because you can walk and run with me. Healthy is always for Dad," said Jihan hugging the father.

Jihan looked up, "Yes?"

"Dad is very grateful to you. Your non-joking hard work just to try to heal dad, I'm so proud of you."

"No need to thank me, Dad. It has become the duty of Jihan as a child who must be devoted to her parents. But, now Jihan doesn't need to work that hard anymore, right? Because now the father seems to have been able to walk and look very healthy and fit," said Jihan who looked at the figure of the father from top to bottom who stood upright like a young man.

"You're right, I'm healthy and recovering from illness. I'm not sick anymore, son. Now, will you listen to dad's message?"

"What's that?" ask Jihan.

"Father always and very much want to see the granddaughter of the father who is still in your stomach" said the father.

"Huh? Before I got married, my dad always said that. However, since when did you know I was pregnant? Never has Jihan told dad, right, from after marriage? My gestational age is still very early, Father," Jihan replied as she stroked her stomach.

"Dad knows. So take good care of him, yeah. And for you, your heart is hot, son. If you are not strong in a situation, then stop. Don't push, not everything we do is really ours. Everything will return to its proper place. That's dad's message" said the man, taking off his hand link on Jihan's hand.

"Where is Dad going? We're going home together, "Jihan held the father's hand, but the link forced it to come off.

"Father will go home first, come back and remember always the father's message," said the man as he walked back and was lost in the thick white fog and breeze blowing.

"Damn..."

"Jihan," there was the sound of someone calling himself behind his body, his position was swamp with the step of the father who was stepping back and away as Jihan tried to work on him.

"Dad, Wait! Where are you going?" yelled JIhan who was unable to catch up to the step of the father who slowly vanished behind the white cloud.

"Jihan, Jihan wake up," the voice of the man behind her body became clearer and clearer and clearer as it stuck to Jihan's earlobe until the woman shuddered.

"Dad!" Jihan suffocates. He opened his eyes slowly which felt heavy and roaring breath, as well as it was difficult to breathe oxygen around him. He woke up in someone's arms, Narendra.

"Dad? Daddy's? Daddy's! Where's dad?" the woman was looking around that she had seen a stretch of white tulip garden.

"Where's father? Huks.." the woman's wailing in Narendra's arms and increasingly cringing into her husband's chest.

Narendra's.

"Honey, Jihan's father died" he told Cliantha by phone.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun, Jihan must be very sad, Mas. You keep on accompanying him, yeah. Do I need to catch you guys up there?" ask Cliantha who is sympathetic.

"No need, very far away from the location."

"But I know Jihan's father very well. It doesn't seem appropriate that I don't come, I'm going there with Nameera, okay?" ask Cliantha again.

"Alright, be careful on the way," said Narendra who finally allowed.

"Wait, I'm there" said Cliantha.

"Mas," called Jihan behind her body, Narendra turned his head for a moment.

"Darling, yes, Jihan called me" said Narendra, who was about to hang up.

"You just go home, I'll still be here for a few days. Just leave me here alone" Jihan said.

"Why really? I'll be with you" replied Narendra who walked over.

"No need, there's something I have to take care of while here" Jihan said once again.

Seriate....