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Grandmother's death (Season 1)

I pulled the slang that is usually used to water the plants until the water from the slang soaked the white rose given by a grandfather in the garden a few days ago.

"Healthy yes Roses dear, growing dense, which many leaves and also its flowers, its thorns are also in many. Let the nosy hands that try to take you away from me can't do it" I muttered pleasantly as I watched my rose tree begin to show off white rose buds.

"Not immediately?" I continued to water my rose until it was completely wet and changed to another tree.

While he was watering, my bladder felt full. I immediately put down the slang and turned off the faucet and ran towards the bathroom on the first floor.

After completing the goal, I intend to return to the page to continue the activity. But, my steps stopped when I heard the sound of water faucets burning in my grandmother's room while the door was closed. Flash water faucet? Is Grandma in the bathroom? But how come there's no noise and stuff? Is it possible he's finished his bath and he forgot to turn off his faucet?. All sorts of conjectures filled my head room until I decided to make sure by knocking on my grandmother's room door.

"Miss!".

There is no lawfulness. Silent.

"Miss! Granny!".

Still same.

"Miss! Open the door, grandma! Grandma's fine, right?".

Again the same result I got. There was no granny's voice from inside her room, only the sound of the water faucet was still burning. My feelings began to unsettle, again negative thoughts managed to take over my mind.

"What's Ris?" I looked at the source of the voice. Where mom was frowning looking at me who was standing with dad's help.

"Grandmother! Grandma didn't turn on her when I knocked on her door!" I said I panicked.

"Maybe grandma is sleeping" said the father.

"Sleepy? Where possible, hear that. The sound of a faucet that lights up profusely" I deny.

"Calm Ris, don't panic, try knocking again" she said. I followed him and knocked on the door again. The result was the same again, I looked at mother and father who looked at each other while frowning.

I went forward and tried to knock on the door. The results are the same again...

"Something's wrong" muttered my father. I nodded in agreement.

"Try to open the door" said the father. I obeyed his orders. I held the door and pressed it down to open the door.

"Can't" I complained in panic, tears began to inundate the eyes. I tried again and again to open the door by moving the handle.

"It looks like it's locked from the inside, usually grandma doesn't do this. Try you go to the buplet, keep looking for a spare key in her drawer" said mom starting to panic as much as me. I rushed to the buplet and opened up a number of drawers. Until my eyes stared at the horde of keys that were tied together with the cow bell that became his pendulum.

"Meet!" I was happy and ran to my mom and dad.

I handed the key to the mother who immediately accepted it and chose one of the keys. His hands started shaking. One by one the keys he tried to put in the door hole, but no one had managed to open the door.

"Try dad, mommy's hand is shaking that way" mom gave her keys to dad who directly tried one of the keys to the door hole.

Clamps..

The three of us smiled happily gratefully, finally the key could be unlocked. I then pocketed the keys and opened the door. There was no grandmother on the bed or in the rocking chair. I looked at the closed bathroom door.

I approached her and tried to open the bathroom door. Shit...! Difficult again. Either locked, locked or locked. Or even stuck, the bathroom door can not be opened.

"It's hard again" I complained.

Dad came up to me and tried to open the door.

"It's difficult".

"Try using the keys" mother suggested. Dad took the keys and tried to get them into the door. Naughtiness! No one can open that door.

"Try to find!" mom said to me.

"By time, Risa was afraid there was nothing. Just break it down.." I said. Dad nodded in agreement and immediately got ready to break down the door. After the door is broken, the door opens. It looks like grandma leaned against the wall with blood stuck there, flowing on the floor along with tap water and also on the head of the grandmother whose hair is white.

After being taken out of the room. Grandma prevented me from making a call to the ambulance. He told me to come closer, he hugged me. The coldness rushed straight into my body.

"Salim son" said granny lirih. Very downright.

I shook his hand together with the clear grain of the eye that started to flow. I kissed the back of his hand long enough. Because of the gentle rubbing in my hair, I looked up and released my kiss on the back of my grandmother's hand that felt so cold.

Mom and dad took turns taking grandmother's hand and kissing the back of her hand.

"Fig.. Anggres.." I immediately called Ang and told him to go home. I told the phone that grandma wanted Ang's sister. Brother Ang was initially confused, but because I snapped. He finally complied and rushed home. After Ang's brother came home, he immediately rested by my side and cried hugging Grandma.

"Salim Ang.." brother Ang kissed the back of Grandma's hand long enough. Like me.

"Ang, your Ris is getting along, take care of mom and dad. Grandma has been called by God to return to her side. Orggres the same Risa studied diligently huh..? Make grandma happy. Pursue always your dreams, grandma will support her while it is positive. You War, don't like to judge your husband, you also Dan, don't be angry with your wife. You take care of each other and love the spirit in positive things. Remind each other that if something goes wrong turn in the journey of life, grandma wants to sleep first." said the grandmother softly, he then smiled and closed his eyes. Dad checked his pulse and neck.

"Innalillahi wa innaa ilaihi raajiuun" said the weak father. Me, mom, and brother Ang also said these words. Ang and I immediately cried loudly while hugging the body of Grandma.

With trembling hands, I called my friends. I'm still crying a mouthful. Until the voice note I said sounded unclear. All the friends gave the same response, gasped in disbelief.

A few hours after the broadcast of grandmother's death, the house began to be filled with bouquets from friends or co-workers of father and mother in the office. Green plastic chairs lined up to fill the yard and terrace of the house. Friends and teachers at the school have also started to arrive.

After grandmother's body was buried. He was laid on a mat. His body is covered with patterned brown bars I don't know, which is clearly arranged neatly and beautifully in the eye. His face was covered in a white transparent cloth.

The funeral procession went smoothly, until the corpse of the grandmother who was wrapped in a shroud was inserted into a coffin that had been covered with green cloth with arabic writing on the side and a series of flowers on it. Brother Ang, brother Anji, brother Bay with his father carrying a coffin containing the body of his grandmother to the complex TPU which is quite far away.

Me and my friends and teachers and the complex mothers followed from behind. Mom's not coming, because she's on her period.

Liang lahat already looks gaping quite well in ready to be filled with the body of the grandmother. Slowly but surely, grandma's body was removed from the coffin placed in the burrow. Wood began to be installed followed by the land that will hoard the wood and also a white tomb board. I, Brother Ang and father sow flowers ranging from rose petals on mounds of soil that are still wet.

"You what's this?".

"Yes, what does it smell?".

"That's fragrant".

"Do not this the aroma caused by the corpse because the corpse used to live often do good".

"I think so".

"It's so sweet".

Such a stinging fragrant bush gushed into my nostrils. Make people start talking in whispers.

"Followly, let's pray for him. May all his sins be forgiven and his grave laid" said Mr. Ustadz leading the prayer.

Finished do'a, everything disbanded including mr. ustadz who led the do'a earlier. Me, sister Ang, father and friends and teachers are still around the tomb.

"Yuk Ris home, Ang" take father.

"Risa still wants to be here" I said.

"But-but".

"Risa still wants to be here" I repeated the initial sentence.

"Yes already then, the same other father went home first. You better go home quickly" I'm silent not to reply to father's words. Fathers, friends, teachers and Ang's brother begin to walk away from the funeral, except for him.

Seriate...

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