
Suddenly, Madam Yuyun became groggy, she rushed into the house. When Mbak Yuyun was about to enter, Rudi also wanted to enter the house so they both hit each other.
"Auw," said Mbak Yuyun while stroking his arm.
"Eh, sorry, Ma'am," said Rudi so feel bad.
Rudi also noticed the figure of Mbak Yuyun who now looked down embarrassed.
"Yes, already. Ms. Yuyun alone entered first," Rudi told Mbak Yuyun.
Rudi began to pay attention to the figure of Mbak Yuyun, briefly seen Mbak Yuyun just like other women.
Her appearance is a little different from Diska, a woman from the city, as a baby sitter Mbak Yuyun always looks what she is, she is used to looking as it is.
Finally Maak Yuyun stepped in first, they went inside the house.
Ma'am Yuyun immediately prepared for Maghrib prayer, as well as Diska and Uci Desmi.
Rama still plays with Farel, because now Farel always wants to be with him.
"Bang, I pray first, yes. We replace it," said Diska when he was done heating the pot and chili they bought earlier.
"Yes, you pray first" said Rama.
This time Rudi stood as an imam for them, because Uci Desmi the arrival of an important guest he used to pray in the mosque now chose to pray at home.
When they finished praying Maghrib, they moved to the dining room.
There, Uci Desmi gazes happily at the small family of Diska and Rama. He was grateful for the happiness gained by Uci Desmi.
Although he knew, Rama would settle in the city, he did not take too much dizziness because all the efforts of Rama was in the village of Tanjung then Rama could not possibly not return to the village, he said, his homeland and where he grew up.
"Darling, tomorrow we go to the garden, yeah. At the same time we make a pilgrimage to the graves of my parents" Rama said after he finished the food on his plate.
Diska nodded in agreement.
"Rud, I can ask for help. Tomorrow you invite the families and residents in Tanjung village to attend the wedding reception which will be held next Wednesday?" rama asked for help.
"Could, tomorrow return from the Village Chief's office I immediately went around, deh," said Rudi responded to Rama's request.
"Thank you in advance" said Rama.
After finishing dinner, Uci Desmi, Diska and Mbak Yuyun tidied up their food marks while Rama and Rudi chatted on the porch of Uci Desmi's house looking for the wind.
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The next day, very early in the morning Rama and Diska were ready to go to his garden.
They will walk to Rama's garden.
"Sir, I picked Farel, yes. If he's taken in pity, we'll be there on foot. Can not use a motorcycle, because this morning Rudi is still working," Diska told Mbak Yuyun before leaving.
"Yes, Miss. Farel I take care of, Miss Bang Rama be careful, yes," said Ms. Yuyun.
Although Mbak Yuyun called Diska with the word Miss, but he did not call Rama with the name Tuan because Rama did not want to be called as Tuan, he was aware that he was just a village youth.
"Yes, Mother. If our business is done we will try to go home sooner," said Diska.
They also say goodbye to Uci Desmi and Mbak Yuyun before leaving. While Farel was still sleeping, Diska handed over all of Farel's affairs to Madam Yuyun.
Rama and Diska came out of Uci Desmi's house, and they stepped down the streets of the people's house.
Some residents saw Rama who grasped tightly the hands of Rama.
There is a curiosity that sneaks into their hearts wanting to question their relationship that already dares to show off their affection in front of the citizens.
"Eh, yes, Mom." Diska recalls the greeting of the citizen.
The mother glanced at Rama's hand.
"What's up, Mom?" rama asked her to know the direction of the mother's eyes.
"Mhm, oh yes, ma'am. I forgot, tell mom, now the doctor's mother is my wife" Rama said with a happy smile on his face.
"Huh? Really true?" asked the mother was also happy with the news delivered by Rama.
"We will hold a wedding reception at the home of Uci Desmi, the mother came, yes," said Rama.
"Yes, God willing. Thank God" said the mothers.
"We want to make a pilgrimage to my parents' graves" Rama told the mothers.
"Oh, yes." The woman nodded too.
Rama and Diska continue their journey. Now they started walking down the street.
"If you're tired, tell me, yes. Let me carry" Rama told his wife.
"Mhm, no really. I'm still strong enough to make a way" said Diska excitedly.
He continued to follow Rama's steps until they reached a cemetery hill, where there were several graves marked only with stones and flowers.
Diska was amazed to see the cemetery there, because Diska did not see in the cemetery there is a kind of ceramic as a sign of the grave.
They just surrounded the cemetery with some stones.
Rama brought Diska to two mounds of earth on which there are plants and a stone as a sign of the head of the corpse buried in it.
"This is the tomb of father and mother" said Rama.
Rama stared softly at the mound of land, he felt sad when remembering the events of several years ago.
Diska knows how Rama feels at this time, he holds Rama's shoulder and then stroked it slowly giving the husband the strength to stay strong.
Rama turned towards Diska, he clasped his wife's hand tightly, then invited Diska to squat.
"Dad, Mother. Look, here I am now carrying your son-in-law. She's the girl I've been telling you about all along. Now I'm married to him" said Rama speaking to the mound.
As if she was talking to her parents, she did so so that she could express her happiness to her parents who were gone.
Clear circles began to wet Diska's cheeks, the soft voice of the husband made himself unable to hold back tears.
Diska can feel the wounds and sadness that Rama lived all this time.
"Mom, Dad, I came to see you. Pray that I will be strong and patient in living the household with your son, may our family be a family of sadinah mawadah warahmah," said Diska in a sobbing voice.
"Mom, Dad, I've started my happiness here, you and Mom can rest easy now. Diska will take good care of me" said Rama again.
Rama rubbed his wet face, after which he poured a bottle of water while reciting a do'a to his parents.
Diska follows Rama who now begins to pray.
After they finished their funeral, they left the cemetery.
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