Not Just a Promise
Return Everything to its Place
Nehta called a waiter, then ordered two equal portions of food and drink. The woman asked Gibran to eat first, only after that they spoke.
But before Nehta actually opened her mouth to speak, her cell phone rang.
“Hallo...?”
I don't know who called, but Gibran caught Nehta's face changing. The woman looked very worried.
“Gibran sorry. But I'm going to the hospital now. We'll talk later.” Nehta left in a hurry, forgetting her phone.
With his broad strides, Gibran ran after Nehta who came out in a hurry.
“Nehta..” Get Gibran.
“Gibran, once again I'm sorry. I'm hustling. Her grandmother Reyhan critical.” Nehta dizzy looking for a passing taxi.
“Your phone missed.”
Reyhan again... Why, Ta. Why is it always Reyhan or the people he comes into contact with, which is your top priority. Gibran complained in his heart.
“Ah yes, geez. Thanks yes.”
“I'll take you, baby.”
“I'm alone, it's okay. You will have to return to the shooting location.” Reject Nehta.
Though unwilling to be escorted by him, Gibran helps Nehta find a taxi. It's a little difficult to find a taxi at lunchtime like this. Luckily there was a taxi that just dropped off passengers not far from them.
“Contact me when you arrive.”
“Hmmm.” Nehta nodded her head.
Gibran realized that during his relationship with Nehta. She was always passive, Gibran was the most active in everything.
Now the taxi, which Nehta was riding, had arrived in front of the hospital lobby. Without caring about the people who were looking at him strangely, he kept walking with half a run towards Hanifah's nursery.
Nehta was the last person to come there. Everyone gathered there, including the doctor who treated Hanifah.
“Grandma, Nehta apologize. Nehta new come here.”
Hanifah did not answer, but her hand reached for Nehta's hand to hold it with Reyhan's.
“Grandma please be with you. If until grandma is no more, you must stay together.” Lirih Hanifa.
“Reyhan promise, nek.” The man did not cry at all, but his face looked sad.
Nehta was nervous herself when she got a look from Reyhan. The man stared not waiting for an answer, but as if he had Nehta also promised with him.
“I-iya, grandma. Nehta also promise.”
I'm sorry Gibran... The impact in the heart.
It was as if he was betraying his relationship with Gibran.
“Content yes dear, then grandma can calmly leave Reyhan with you.”
“Reyhan, take care of Nehta carefully.”
Reyan nodded for sure. Without having to think like Nehta.
“Grandma sleepy, can ya granny sleep first.” Slowly, Hanifah closed her eyes with her lips still smiling faintly.
Only heartbeats were detected by the monitor next to Hanifah's bed. Although everyone gathered there, no one dared to open his voice.
A female doctor swiftly approached, while the monitor no longer detected Hanifah's heartbeat.
During resuscitation no spontaneous siruculation occurs. The doctor also alternated the action, until both were exhausted. But there is absolutely no change.
Because the action did not bring changes, the doctor decided to stop resuscitation. The doctor also said that Hanifah had died.
“Today at 13:45, sixty-three-year-old Hanifah Wiratama has passed away. I represent the hospital, sorry for the passing of Ms. Hanifah.” Said one of the female doctors.
In that room, only Reyhan did not cry. His eyes turned red however, he still held back his tears from falling. Even a famous Haris who was cold and also firm, came to shed his tears.
The nehta? Don't ask. The woman cried the loudest among the others. The woman hugged the lifeless body of Hanifa. Longitudinal stiff. Unable to move, let alone ease Nehta's cries.
Dewi and Rasti also cried, but still with a stern look on Nehta.
“What the heck, so much lebai. We are equally sad times.” Upset Rasti.
“Rasti!” Pekik Reyhan's.
“Bela aja continue.” Rasti stepped out while stomping her feet, leaving everyone behind, then was followed up by her mother.
“Refy Already. We better start taking care of your grandmother's funeral, dad's sad too, but our duty is to hasten her funeral.” Haris.
...*****...
Just before the adhan maghrib, Hanifa's body was already buried. The mourners who accompanied the funeral procession, one by one left the burial area. Reyhan, Nehta, and Haris.
“May mother be quiet there. May God put mother by His side the best.” Haris rubbed the sign above his mother's belly button.
“Rey. Come home, soon maghrib.”
Reyhan's footsteps were so heavy he swung to leave his grandmother's pusara. But anyway, he still has to go home.
The couple came home walking away, Nehta deliberately doing so, because she was worried that journalists would take pictures or record their closeness.
Realizing that his wife had been walking for so long, Reyhan turned around, then pulled Nehta's hand to walk with him.
“We go home first.” Take Reyhan with a voice that sounds tucked in sadness there.
“Not a problem.”
Either because the seatbelt is difficult to install or because the body is weak. So that he must repeatedly allow it to be installed perfectly.
Suddenly Reyhan's hand pulled the seatbelt that Nehta would wear, though without speaking, the man put the seatbelt well.
After believing there were no more problems, Reyhan drove his car at moderate speed, heading to the main house.
In their family tradition, never do studies or commonly called tahlilan like people in general. Takziah is only done when the body has not been buried and ends after the funeral procession is completed.
This was the first time Nehta had set foot in the main house with the status of no longer his best friend but his wife Reyhan.
Since long ago, Dewi and Rasti have always disliked him. So far Nehta always guessed for himself, but never found the answer.
“What do you guys do?” Bentak Reyhan's.
“Why are Grandma's belongings taken out like this? Who told you to?” Reyhan was seen tightening his jaw.
“Ka-we just told madam young master.”
“Get everything back in place, don't a single person dare to touch grandma's stuff!” Reyhan's tone of voice rose by an octave.
Reyhan gasped, as his hand was held by Nehta, who had been at his side for some time.
“Telaiin aja bi, let me settle everything.”
“Good, miss. We excuse.” The two servants passed from Hanifah's room with their heads lowered.