MAS DUDA IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CLOUDS
Divergence
"Mas... look at the white kebaya and songket cloth of your choice is very fitting in my body, I look beautiful huh mas? if I had worn this while you were still around, I'm sure you'd have praised me.
I wore the bride's clothes and decorated as much as I could, I dressed up as Mas Hima said yesterday. Now open your eyes, look at me, don't you want to hold my hand to meet the ruler? I'm ready, mas." Sekar's body looks lunglai, the man who was beside him swiftly caught Sekar's body but his hands slapped.
"Sorry please don't get close to me, you'll get angry."
It was like he had lost his mind.
"Strong, don't do it, kasian almarhumah if you do. Pray your way up. Don't make it hard to step Kar," mbak Yuni hugged Sekar with a piteous.
"Bak Yuni, I'm really sorry! I regretted accusing him of not being," Sekar's cry broke, Sekar was really unable to endure his pain.
"Strike, Mas Hima would not want to see you like this, you have to let go."
"You know what you're about Mas Hima, Wan? You don't know him." With a flash of emotion, the man was surprised to see Sekar's drastically changed expression.
"I know everything Kar, I know how much Hima loves you, in her last day she just wanted to make you happy and remember herself as a responsible good man. So I'm pretty sure that Mas Hima will be disappointed to see you like you are!" The man gave his eagle a look.
"You don't know Hima!"
"I knew the late Kar, I did know him even though it was only a week, Mas Hima stayed with me as long as she set foot in this village."
"You lied!" I stared at the clouds.
"Later after the funeral, you can grab the things at my house."
"Did Hima say much to you?" Lirih Sekar, Awan gave an answer with a nod.
Hima's corpse was already fully forgiven, that sweet smile was lost in sight but remained imprinted in heart and memory.
The mass of Mas Hima after being sholated in the hamlet mosque was immediately dispatched directly at the public cemetery in the village of Muni, Sekar who was in a state of being hit sitting beside the swirl of Mas Hima. There is no intention in the heart to move.
"Sekar.. let's go home," lirih Awan called Sekar he could not bear to see the woman he loved was so devastated.
"Let me here Wan, I want to accompany Mas Hima first." Sekar's tears flowed back unstoppably.
"Mbak Sekar let's go home mbak, do not mbak torture yourself like this even though the body of Mas Hima buried here but he lives in the heart and our minds mbak. Ikhlaskan the departure of Mas Hima mbak, kasian mas Hima if it looks like this." Rima, the only younger brother who is so dear to Hima finally spoke up in silence.
Enclosed Sekar's body, invited to stand from the side of his sister's navel.
"I am also sad mbak but I realize this cry is actually burdensome steps, I do not want mas Hima to experience it, so I beg Mbak Sekar can learn to mengikhlaskan."
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"What's really going on between Mama and Mas Hima ma?" I looked at the face of my mom who looked sad.
Mama instead of answering instead cried sobbing, hugged her daughter kissed the top of her virgin child's head with a raging feeling. Sekar just silent with the mind of traveling where to think of all the possibilities but increasingly try to think the bulkhead actually feel more afraid of the reality.
"I'm sorry for what ma?" Just trying to look at the mother who looks agitated.
"Mama did two wrongs to you and to Hima's deceased," Mama's voice was barely able to hear.
"What mistake ma? try telling Sekar now," Sekar looked at the mother curiously. Mama did not answer but just returned sobbing.
"If you say, do you want to forgive your mother, son?" From the visible face, my mother was really like frightened.
"Pardoned or not at least your feelings will become more relieved," Sekar's ambiguous answer made the mother more confused.
The silence and silence that was finally faced by Sekar and the mama, only a cursory glance was heard the sound of vehicles passing on the road in front of Sekar's house.
"Ma, I'll go in the room first if you don't want to talk, just tired, want to rest."
"Kar.. mama that separated you from Hima at that time!" Now the man who had gotten up from his chair turned to his mother.
"What does mama mean?" Sekar as guessed by the mangosteen fruit by the mother.
"Hima left here because she told him to leave here, I don't like it if my fourteen-year-old son is approached by the opposite sex, let alone the difference in your age is very far away. Mama is afraid you no longer want to go to school and choose to get married early like your friend!
Mama also does not want you to have a husband who does not have a future, mama does not want him to be a burden on you later. Mama doesn't want your fate to suffer like Mama Kar."
"What was the second mistake of my mother?" Again, Ms. Kasih was silent.
"Did my mother also send a letter in my name to Mas Hima? Sekar stared fixedly at the mother who seemed to bite her own lower lip.
"Is it true ma?" I can't wait to ask my mom again. Mama just nodded lethargicly.
"Why ma? don't you want to see me happy too? is it good to see me hurt?" Sekar blew his cry, Sekar really felt very disappointed for the actions of the mother. Sekar never thought that the mastermind of all his sadness was precisely the mama where he poured out all his heart.
Mama tried to reach Sekar's body to embrace him but Sekar brushed him off. I am really disappointed.
"Say why ma?" She highlighted the mama who was more silent.
"You are different Kar!" finally my mother answered.
"Ma's age? many women now young women who can grandfather old grandfather ma, there are even old grandmothers married brondong, me and Hima only a difference of ten years ma!" pekik Sekar hysterically.
"You're wrong son, this mama is indeed a bad mama for separating you but behind the evil mama certainly has a reason." My mother took a heavy breath.
"You are different Kar, believe me if the difference will not be good if put together. Now you can blame your mom but you have a reason.
Hima who wholeheartedly loves you only finally understands what you mean, love does not have to be forever together and have because not all differences can be put together."
"It's true that you can't understand the way of your mind, this is the modern era ma, all there must be a solution." Just get up from his seat and leave the mother sitting alone in the middle room.