My Killer Lecturer's
Traveling by Image

I screeched as I smothered my own mouth when I saw what was happening in the side yard.

“Karman, quickly call an ambulance!” mas Yudhis commanded someone I did not know.

“Good, Sir!” the man replied as he walked out from before us all.

“Stop everything, step aside!” mbak Sekar shouted at the people who were swarming Citra.

He broke through that crowd. I saw him drop his body next to Citra who was still lying on the floor.

“Do not touch him!” prevent Mas Andre who saw his wife wanted to hug Citra.

“Why, Mas? She's my sister,” asked Mbak Sekar.

“Patience a moment, Now. Wait until the medical team arrives. We don't know what's going on with Citra right now. Do not just because we are careless, until it is fatal in Citra.” Mas Yudhis attempted to explain the accident handling procedure.

Mbak sekar only able to cry bitterly beside the body of Citra that is still lying. The blood that was around his head, was pooling more and more.

Shortly afterwards, ambulance sirens were heard clearly entering the grounds of the house. Four medical teams approached with a gurney. Quickly, they evacuate the increasingly helpless body of Citra. A moment later, the ambulance drove Citra to the hospital for immediate treatment.

“Will he survive?” ask one of the catering workers who was busy cleaning food in the side yard.

“Entahlah, but the medical team said, he is still alive,” replied his friend.

Unable to hear the rumors about Citra again, I finally decided to order ojeg online and immediately went home. Really, the image of the blood-soaked image, still clearly drawn in the corner of my eye.

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“Kok is home, Sis?” asked the mother who was surprised by my return from the party in the hour before dzuhur.

I can't answer my mother's question. A second later, I could only hug my mother and cry.

“Hey, why you darling? Shhh, no more .. You don't need to cry anymore. Perhaps, son Yudhis is not your best mate. Trust me, God's plan is always more beautiful,” entertain mama.

I'm getting less and more powerless to hold my heart. Not because of Yudhis I cried, but because there were many events that were really beyond my expectations.

After being able to master emotions, I finally let go of my embrace. I looked at the shady face that always warmed my soul.

“Kakak nangis not because lamenting the fate of Brother, Ma. Brother is sincere, Yudhis is not the best for Brother. But ...” I don't seem to be able to continue my words.

“But what, Nak?” insist mom.

“But this is about Citra, Ma,” I replied.

“Citra?” mumble Mama, “What's up with Citra?” tanyakanya.

“Ci-Citra .. in–“

Drrt…

The vibration of the mobile phone from inside the handbag I was still holding, instantly stopped my speech. I unzipped the bag and took the flat object. “Zein?” muttered. I immediately swipe the green button.

“Assalamualaiku, Zein!” greetings to the person on the other end of the phone.

“Wa’alaikumsalam. Big Brother, have you heard from Citra?” ask Zein across the phone.

“I-iya Zein's. Coincidentally at the time of the incident, Brother was still on set,” I replied.

“So, I know if Citra is dead?” ask Zein again. His voice sounded hoarse.

“What?! Died?” I screamed loudly. This news really surprised me.

“Iya, Sister. Just now Mr. Karman told Zein when Zein was about to attend Citra's wedding invitation,” Zein said.

“Ba-how can, Zein. The image has just been taken to the hospital. Actually, Brother wanted to go to the hospital, but Brother's body felt weak. It would not be good to be forced, Brother finally decided to go home," I replied.

“Yes, it's okay, brother. This Zein is on his way to the hospital to confirm news from Mr. Karman,” Zein said.

“Alright, notify Brother if there are recent developments. Hopefully what was said by Mr. Karman was just the wrong news,” I hope.

“Ya, hopefully. Yes you have, Brother. Zein hang up the phone first, yes,” said Zein on the other end of the phone.

“Iya, Zein. Assalamu’alaikum!” my spoken.

The phone connection was also cut off. I looked back at my mother's face that described so many questions.

“What's up, Brother? Who died?” asked mama who seemed to be eavesdropping on me and Zein.

“It seems, Citra tried to commit suicide, Ma,”.

“What? But why?” Mama screamed loudly and questioned why it could happen.

“Actually this is just an alleged Brother,” I replied.

“Yes, why? What really happened until Big Brother guessed if Citra wanted to end her life?” ask mama again.

“Mas Yudhis ran away on his wedding day, Ma.” I replied.

“What? So their marriage is off?" Mama asked back.

I'm nodding. “Maybe that's what makes Citra desperate to end life,”.

Finally, in plain terms, I told my mother all the events I saw today. My mom's face was so sad. Shortly after, my phone rang again.

I got back to that thing and looked at the caller. Hmm, apparently this is a call from Zein.

“Ya Zein, how about? Have there been any developments about the latest news from Citra?" many of me who can't wait to hear the condition of Citra.

“I-iya, sis. What Mr. Karman said is true. Image has died,” said Zein sounded hoarse.

Back my knee felt weak and shook violently when I heard the news of Citra's death. I looked at mama. I saw a confused face clearly drawn on my mother's face.

“Ya already, Zein. Thanks for the info. Call Brother if Citra's body has been taken home,” I said ending the phone call.

After hearing Zein's reply, I immediately disconnected my phone.

How, Brother?” ask mama.

“Partra is gone, ma. He left Brother for ever,” sahutku pilu.

“Innaillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun,” says mom.

We hugged each other to give each other strength.

After bada dzuhur, Zein again called me and said that Citra's body was at home and would be immediately buried. I rushed to tell my mom.

“We sail there, Brother. But, mama wants to pray dzuhur first," said Mama.

“Iya, Mother. I have not prayed, either. Yes already, we pray dzuhur aja first, all waiting for Rayya to come home. Yes hopefully the body has not been buried,” I replied.

Mama nodded. A moment later, we went to each room to fulfill the obligation.

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At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, me, mama and Rayya arrived at the funeral home. Seen so many people who come to worship to pay their respects to Citra. All lecturers and campus friends have arrived first and sit in line occupying the seats that have been provided. Zein's coming for me.

“Come, Brother. I'll take you to meet Citra for the last time,” said Zein with his raspy voice. His eyes looked puffy because he might have cried.

I'm nodding. A moment later, my mother and sister went inside to pay their last respects to Citra.

Both of my knees again shook violently when I saw the figure of Citra who had been stiffened wrapped in a shroud. I cried and cried in front of him. That pale-looking face I slowly rubbed.

“Goodbye, Cit. May the Lord forgive all your sins and put you by His side" I exclaimed.

Ma'am Sekar who was sitting next to me immediately hugged me. “Im sorry sister, Ma'am ya Res. In his last breath, he just mentioned your name and apologized,”, said Mbak Sekar Pilu.

“Iya, Ma'am. Res has forgiven Citra from before she apologized,” I replied.

As we were reading the holy verses of the Quran to bring Citra away, suddenly there was a commotion from the outside.

“That's you from here!”

Seriate