MUTE
#40 ~Tanda Tanya Big~

...~Tags Tanya Besar~...

The next day, early in the morning Brother Andri and Kak Dini came to the house. Grandma and I are ready to go to Dad's funeral. Actually, my footsteps are really hard to go to the funeral, maybe I still can't believe that dad's gone.

We got in the car, the cemetery was quite far away, it took us 2 hours to get there. During the journey Grandma looks very sad, I'm the same. We just kept quiet, Brother Dini always comforted us.

Arriving at the cemetery, Andri said in the car, "Don't go out first, look at the tomb, I seem to know the visitors of the tomb."

We saw a woman wearing black and a black veil, as we looked closer it turned out she was Mom. All were very astonished, whose tomb did he come to? We waited in the car.

Shortly after, she stood up and walked away from the tomb. There is a car near the tomb, seen there is a man who came out of the car. The man opened the car door for mom, but it was very surprising for Kak Andri.

Brother Andri said, "The man is the lawyer of Mr. Hendri, it is not wrong that he holds the will."

After Mom's car left, out of curiosity about whose grave she was visiting, we headed straight for the tomb. Arriving at the tomb, we were silent to read the name on the tombstone, my feet felt very weak, tears began to come out.

Grandma immediately shouted, "Hendri...."

It turns out that the tomb that Mother came to was the tomb of father, the flowers that were on top of the tomb I threw away. I don't think it's appropriate for someone who has harmed father to give flowers on this tomb.

I hugged Grandma, our cries really couldn't stand it anymore. "Patience to Nek, Hani, we better pray for the late Mr. Hendri," said Kak Dini.

Brother Andri and Kak Dini actually also look sad, tears are also seen on the eyelids of both of them. For all of us fathers are the most meritorious people. Brother Andri who has long been the right hand of father, Kak Dini who has been considered as his own child for father.

So many memories with dad, that hurt my heart. Our cries were mixed with confusion, confused by Mother's arrival here. I told the story in front of the grave father pa who I had lived all this time without a father, with sign language.

The grandmother who saw me told me a story, her cries getting louder. After all I was done telling you, I kissed my father's tombstone, in my heart said, "I really miss you so much, and love you so much."

We prayed together that my father would be calm there. After that we went home, Grandma and I began to calm down, although we were sad because we had to accept the fact that father was dead, but we will continue the struggle of father. Taking the company out of the hands of the dirty.

Arriving at home, Grandma went straight into her room, Kak Dini and Kak Andri went straight home because there was work to be completed in the office. I checked the restaurant to walk safely, after which went to the beach front while carrying painting equipment.

I want to paint the smile of my father who was always there for me. The beach breeze and the waves accompanied me. I began to scratch the paint brush onto a blank piece of canvas, still vividly recalling my father's last smile as he was on the company pulpit of the time.

If I had known, that smile was his last smile, I would have returned that smile with a hug. Truly fate is unpredictable, I asked, does God love me? If God loves me, is this destiny one of the most unfortunate forms of God?

What I must believe is that God will not give an out-of-breed test to His creatures. Scratches after scratches have been poured in the canvas, began to look real smile dad on this painting.

Someday this painting will be known to the crowd, I'm sure of it. There was actually one of the painting exhibitions that asked for my painting to be included in the exhibition, but I still refused it. Not because I was arrogant, not willing to attend a small exhibition, but because I wasn't ready to see anyone else destroyed because of me.

If I force myself to join the exhibition and in the knowledge of mother, it will have a negative impact on the exhibition organizing committee. Waiting for the right time to continue a career as a painter, until the right time is present I will become a successful person in the field of business first.

When I have a lot of money, I will fight my own mother. No hypocrite living in this country desperately needs money in every way. Money is not my priority, but I will use it as a weapon against the bad guys.

Looking for a strong man to protect the mother's threat, and to make a big exhibition, all my paintings will be displayed there, that's the plan going forward. Not feeling, I've finished father's painting, what an amazing work. My painting is like life, when other people see this painting, the figure of the father like a smile in fact.

It's early afternoon, my God, I forgot I had an appointment with Firo. Opening my phone turned out to have been a lot of missed calls from Firo. Just wanted to call back, uh. Firo's car was seen in front.

Firo got out of the car, came straight for me. "I'm not on the phone!" firo.

I said, "I'm sorry I was busy. What about that guy?"

"The man did not come back, but today he had to do chemotherapy" Firo replied.

I am more confused by the case of father, who can that person say sorry, what is wrong with me, plus mother along with the person who holds the will. If the man is with his mother, the sign is that they conspired to harm him.

Mr. Roy, the mother, the company's top brass, and the lawyer, was the mastermind behind the father's death. Keep what to do, the beggar who was chased by Andri at that time, and Firo's patient with this case. My head was really dizzy thinking about it.

A will would be very difficult to obtain, there was only one way to prove the crimes of all of them that was to continue monitoring while recording their conversation. "Well, how's your job today?" I asked with the writing to Firo.

"Tumben tame today, want to ask about my work also again haha... What trance are you?" firo.

I wrote again, "Don't be annoying!"

"Sorry. All is well, I see a restaurant with many visitors. I want to eat, come in yuk."

"Awhile, I'll finish the painting first" I replied in the inscription.

Firo helped with the painting, when he saw my painting, Firo said, "It's beautiful!"