Humaira
Chapter 5 panic

Humaira sat down. Face sayu. His sadness cannot be covered. His eyes were puffy and slightly swollen. Her tears are still flowing. Several times he fainted. Humaira still doesn't accept that her father's gone. The atmosphere in the house was full of sorrow.

The mourners who came were partly sitting outside. The tent has been in place since the afternoon. They are waiting for the body of Mr. Hussein. Since yesterday umminya accompanied by several neighbors to take care of the repatriation of the body. Humaira hasn't met her umminya. They just talked on the phone. Just sec. Humaira couldn't say much.

At the corner of the fence there is a wreath. Submission from the taxi directors online. Grateful directors still pay attention to the fate of online taxi drivers like Mr. Husein. It feels unbelievable. Not just a flower. One of the directors also came to serve and handed over the mercy fund.

Bang Ucok kind of ran into the ummi house. He just received news. An ambulance carrying the body was near. Immediately RT sir and the fathers prepare the place. Thankfully, many people helped the Ummi. Mr. Jarwo provides mineral drinks brought from his stall. Ms. Tini, that day she donated her fried cake. Mr. RT covers funeral and mortuary expenses. Wak Kuncung, so called by the people around the village. His name is very good, Syarifulloh. The profession is a corpse-dresser. Wak Kuncung without being asked has prepared himself. He became one of Mr. Hussein's best friends.

The sound of an ambulance was heard. The mourners stood up to welcome. Keranda. Ummi soon meets Humaira. They're crying.

The body of the deceased was laid on the bale. The mourners want to see him immediately.

"Prophey, father mother. Let Humaira see it first" ustadz Rojali prevented mourners from wanting to see it.

Humaira tried to rise with the help of ummi. Body's limp. Unable to stand. Bu Tini helped ummi to clean it up. Ms. Tini also shed tears.

Humaira looked at that lekaki face. The angel who has been guarding him. Not long. Her crying broke and then fainted again. The mourners who witnessed it were sad. I cry especially for my mother. Humaira's profound grief.

Humaira was carried to the room. Ummi was actually also limp. Very sad. But he has to be tough. Can't be weak in front of her daughter. Who else would strengthen Humaira if not her, he thought.

Ustadz Rojali invited some residents to prepare the execution of the funeral prayer.

"Sir RT we can not linger. The body should be sholated immediately. While waiting for Humaira siuman, we prepare everything necessary, yes"

"Yes mr. ustadz, it feels like everything we have prepared" said RT.

Wak Kuncung interrupted the conversation.

"Ustadz, so don't need my energy anymore huh?" Ask

Ustadz Rojali smiled. He patted Wak Kuncung on the back. Tranquilize. Wak Kuncung sad. It recalled a chat with the deceased a few days ago, after isya. Mr. Husein jokingly said, if he went first, he wanted Wak Kuncung to bathe him.

"Sad I ustadz. I could not comply with her request to bathe the deceased" Wak Kuncung's tears flowed at the end of her eyes.

"The good intentions of uwak have been recorded in lauhul mahfuz" ustadz Rojali re-energized his heart.

Humaira was conscious. Ummi. He sat on the side of the bed.

"Yumira! We have to be sincere. God loves your father more. God is the true owner of your father, not us. Be patient, my son. The neighbors were all sad and sad. You're not alone" ummi is actually grievous. Hardly able to.

"Your father's a good man, son. His life will be happy with God"

Humaira slowly woke up from her sleep.

"Ummi I can't stand it"

"You'll do it, son. You are strong like your father. Come ...."

Ummi. Humaira forced herself. I can do it, his heart said. The face of his father. Slowly they headed to the terrace where his father lay.

Humaira's like getting extra energy. He was breathing his ummh hands.

"I can afford ummi"

Humaira approaching. The face of his father. He no longer cries like that. Her tears keep flowing. But he smiled. Kissed his father's cheeks and forehead.

"My father is sincere. I promise to graduate as a nurse. Peace is there yes, father" her cry was restrained. The mourners who saw such a scene are getting stronger.

The funeral prayer procession was carried out. The front of the house is full of worshippers. In a chain of signs brought in and placed in the middle. Prayer led ustadz Rojali.

The funeral motorcade snaked. The ketanda is carried on foot. The location of the kober is not far away. Oya kober is a self-contained cemetery complex provided by residents. Just walk for a while until. The kober belongs to the villagers. The land that Hajj Sulaiman foretold.

The two women hugged each other. Sobs are still heard. One by one the mourners left them both. Getting quieter. Only Ustadz Rojali and Ustadzah Zubaidah survived.

Ustadz Rojali approached the two women.

"Bu Jasmine, Humaira. I'm saying yes"

The mother and child nodded. They're still hugging. Ummi still can't believe what happened. The morning before heading to Jakarta, Mr. Hesein still had time to joke by phone. Reminds ummi to dhuha prayers. Pray for him and Humaira. Vice versa. Their relationship has become more harmonious lately. It is only natural that Ummi does not believe.

"Ummi, Humaira, calamity no one wants. Alloh Subhanahu Wataala must have measured our abilities. Patience. Ikhlaskan pak Husein home, yes" Ustadzah Zubaidah tried to entertain.

"Yes ustadzah .. " ummi tried hard.

"Let's Humaira pray for your father"

Accompanied by Zubaidah's ustadzah, ummi led the prayer. Just three. After praying, I bring home. Humaira stroked a gravestone that read Husein bin Ahmad. It seems like he still refuses to move. He still wanted to accompany his father. Imagine his father cold in his grave. Poor father, he talked to himself.

"Lay quietly father"