MAHMUD, I Love U
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The afternoon was cloudy. The sky that overshadowed the vast expanse of the cemetery as if it contributed to feel the sadness felt by the Mayra family. The clouds that started to clump up the blackness were slowly moving. The breeze touched and swayed the well-grown frangipani flowers along the edge of the cemetery road.

Not far from it, dozens of people gathered around a puddle that would later become the final resting place of Anggun, everyone's favorite little girl. Among the crowd, Azka, who was tightly embracing her silent wife, looked at the red earth before her expressionlessly. Although the legs feel limp as if not boned, but Mayra tried desperately to strengthen himself present at the cemetery to see his only child down to the pit that later the tiny body was buried in wet soil in lieu of his warm embrace all this time.

Mayra sobbed again. His ears seemed to hear his little girl calling out his name, 'Mamah.' Mayra's cry grew more and more, her body shaking. Azka's hand swiftly stroked his wife's back gently, strengthening. But before long, Azka asked his wife for permission to leave him for a while because he came down to the pit to deliver his little princess to sleep in her last bed. Hearing that, Mayra's feet immediately went out of her way unable to compromise.

"Don't Yaaaank!! Don't put Anggun in thereuuuu!!!" Mayra was crying hysterically. It is hollow and sitting. This time his father and mother were quick to support him.

"Istighfar, darling, Istighfar! This is God's decree. We are just servants whom He has blessed with a beautiful angel named Anggun. Now that God wants to bring His angel back, we have to ihlas, yes!" mama Mayra's words were soothing, strengthening. Even though he was actually not able to if he was in the position of his son.

But as if all the words would not be able to strengthen her heart, Mayra could only sob. His hands squeezed the grave red ground that was scattering under his feet. His mind floated, imagining that his beloved beautiful girl from tonight would be buried in the ground. Mayra was hysterical again, and instantly unconscious.

Azka who was already in the burrow, could only sigh, strengthening herself so as not to join the limb watching her favorite woman collapse. On one hand he was eager to hug his unconscious wife, but down there, Her grace was clearly more in need of her embrace. The hug of a father who delivered his daughter to sleep in her final resting place. Azka stared at her parents, as if to say, "keep Mayra for me."

For that some people took the initiative to remove Mayra's body and move it on a bamboo saung not far from the location of Anggun's tomb. The bamboo saung was commonly used by Mr. Kuncen to unwind after working all day cleaning the cemetery area.

While down there, Azka prepared to receive the body of her daughter who was wrapped in a shroud. His hands were shaking, even his lips. His teeth tightened, bracing themselves so as not to wipe a single tear.

"A quiet rest, baby. Beautiful angel Mamah, Papah. God willing, Mother, sincere Papah. Good road to heaven, baby. Wait Mamah, Papah there." said Azka lirih when the body of her little princess was in her arms. Hugged tightly to the tiny body for the last time, seemed not to want to escape. Azka's eyes were already glazed. But he held as much as possible so as not to drip. With a great heavy feeling, the slow inclusion of Anggun's body in the burrow, Azka's heart trembled violently. "strengthen me, O God."

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The woman whose eyelids began to blacken due to lack of sleep was walking unsteadily from the bed towards the window of the room that perfectly received the morning sunlight. Mayra narrowed her eyes glare. He leaned his weak body against the open window. From there, there are some flowers in the yard next to his house that began to bloom that day. The day passed quickly apparently. A few days ago, he saw that the flower was still a bud. Mayra chuckles.

CEKXI .. Mayra's bedroom door opens. The shady-faced man smiling calmly entered the room while carrying a tray containing one plate of his wife's favorite fried rice complete with cold water.

"Eat first, yuk, Yank." Take Azka while putting her carry on a small table beside the bed.

Mayra smile. Her husband had been painstakingly preparing breakfast for her this week before leaving for the hospital. However, Azka is still the best husband from the past until now. Rendra's shadow immediately haunted him. I don't know what demons possessed him so that the man could slightly shift the position of the man as good as Azka in his heart. Now a feeling of regret and guilt enveloped him.

With shabby clothes from yesterday afternoon he wore, Mayra walked gontai approaching Azka who was ready to welcome him.

"What time are you home today?" mayra asked scattering herself in her husband's arms. Azka's hand reflexively hugged back while kissing her forehead softly.

"Hm, maybe before Maghrib I'm home. Why?"

"We're having dinner outside, yuk!" Pinta Mayra while tangling spoiled to her husband. Their eyes clashed.

Azka smiled with relief. Finally his favorite woman wants to go out of the room also since the departure of her little daughter. He even invited her to dinner outside. What an amazing simple happiness. Gratitude immediately erupted in the heart of the Doctor who immediately looked more handsome.

"There are important things I want to tell you" Mayra said later.