My Killer Lecturer's
Funeral

Me and Mbak Sekar just look at each other when they hear the screams of Mas Andre from inside the house.

“What is this, Brother?” rayya whispered in my ear.

I shake my head if I know nothing.

“I beg you, we put aside all the problems between us first. I came, purely just to mourn the loss of Citra," said the voice of one mother.

Hmm, it seems like that voice is no stranger to my ears. I went and went ahead to see what was going on there.

The deg!

I was surprised to see Aunt Amara standing in front of Mas Andre who was shaking his waist.

“We don't need condolences from a family like yours. You guys don't realize, huh! The death of my sister was because of the actions of your son, Madam,” said Mas Andre full of decisiveness.

Aunt Amara was silent. Yes, it cannot be denied if his son did have a share in Citra's departure. But, Aunt Amara was also not entirely at fault in this. He tried to persuade Yudhis to marry Citra. He has also received Citra as his son-in-law candidate. If indeed Yudhis had changed his mind, it was purely the fault of Yudhis himself, not Aunt Amara.

"I won't let you set foot in my house! Right now, get out of here, or I'll call the police to arrest you!” said Mas Andre.

“You can't involve the police in this. In reality I just want to say sorry,” said Aunt Amara.

“Who said I can't involve the police, I could just put you in jail just for interfering with someone's life security,” Mas Andre said.

I approached Aunt Amara to persuade her. “I beg Aunt, surrender for now. Pity Citra if you continue to struggle,” refer me to Aunt Amara.

“But Nak Chi, Aunt just wanted to see Citra for the last time. Aunty knows, Aunt's son is guilty. But, Aunt was not at all involved in the disappearance of Yudhis. Aunty herself is trying to find Yudhis with the help of the family confidants of Aunty,” said Aunt Amara.

“Iya Tan, Chi understands Auntie's situation. But please, Auntie also understand their circumstances. He ended his life because of Yudhis. Of course, the Citra family will not necessarily accept the presence of the Yudhis family in his house. Chi please, surrender for our common good.” I went back to persuade Aunt Amara.

“Alright, if you think it's better. Yes already, Aunty came home first,” said Aunt Amara, give up.

I smile. “Thank you, Tan,”.

“Sama-sama, Darling. What the hell didn't do to you, Chi. Maybe you will never be Aunt's daughter-in-law, but you will always be Auntie's daughter, ” replied Aunt Amara.

I feel overwhelmed to hear it. After successfully persuading Aunt Amara to return home, I finally returned inside to continue my studies.

“How, Sir? Is there anyone else waiting to see the body one last time?” ask the local ustadz.

“I think it no longer exists, Mr. Ustadz,” replied Mas Andre.

“Good. How about we buried the body of the deceased now,” said Mr. Ustadz.

“Iya, Sir. How good according to Mr.” Mas Andre handed Citra's funeral business to ustadz who was still relatively young.

A moment later, Mr. Ustadz told some men to move Citra's body into the coffin. After that the four men carried the coffin towards the complex mosque.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the body arrived at the mosque complex. The mourners began to perform magical prayers. While some prefer to wait outside, before finally they will take Citra to her final resting place.

For about half an hour, Citra's body was in the mosque. The goal is only one, the family still provides opportunities to the community, or Citra friends to perform supernatural prayers. After 30 minutes passed, finally the four men, again lifted and carried a coffin containing the body of Citra to be buried immediately.

The echoes of shalawat accompany Citra's journey to her final resting place. After a 25-minute walk, we finally arrived at the family cemetery. It was that they had dug, and it was right beside the mother's grave. Finally, under the leadership of Ustadz Abdul Qadir, Citra's funeral process began.

Citra's body began to be put into the tomb. After that, someone opened a rope that tied the legs and head of the corpse so that it could touch the ground. Then a mu'azzin mosque complex pardons the body. Finished diadzani, the corpse is then covered using wood that is placed sideways. Only then did the gravediggers close the burrows again. After all the process was done, Ustadz Abdul Qadir led do’a for the corpse.

The funeral lasted for about an hour. After everything was done, one by one the bodyguards returned home.

“Let's go home, Son!” bring my mom to me.

“In the meantime, Ma,” My door to mama.

“Good. Mama and Rayya will be waiting for you under the tree,” show mama to a tree that is quite shady, “ here hot,” continued mama.

For a moment, I arranged the tree, then nodded my head. “Iya, it's up to Mama,” I replied.

Mama then took Rayya away, and left me who was still glued next to Citra's grave. I stroked the gravestone that was still made of wood. Really, until this second, I still can't believe that Citra has gone for good. Starting to go to college and walk together for approximately three years, of course, there are many memories that we have carved together. And it was not an easy thing to forget even though in the end we never had to say hello.

Foolish image, sociable image, Joking image, Imagery that always makes funny stories to entertain his friend who is afflicted or problems, Image that always cheats my duties, hmmm, hmmm, now such an image I will never see again. Everything was gone in an instant.

“Kakak promised, Cit. after your departure, there will only be kindness that will be remembered from you,” I said as I kissed the wooden headstone that read the name of my best friend.

Satisfied crying in front of the Citra navel, I also began to rise to immediately leave from there. I approached mama and Rayya who were still faithful waiting for me under a banyan tree that was quite shady.

“We go home now?” ask mama.

I nodded, landing my buttocks on a bench just under the banyan tree.

“OK! if so, Rayya order his online taxi first," said Rayya.

Back I nodded. Shortly after, Rayya began to take out mobile phones and look for online taxis on a public transportation service application.

“No wait 10 minutes, huh? The car is a long way away, too" Rayya said.

I nodded to answer Rayya's question.

“Dicancel only, Ray. Let me drive you home.”

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