NOT PERPETRATORS
In Front of the Pusara

The next day, I sat down in front of my son's belly button. Some people have gone from the tomb. It's just me, Bastian, my parents, and his father and mother Bastian.

"Sleep peacefully, son," said Mas Bastian, wiping his tears.

After praying for his son, Mas Bastian rose. He moved from the center with a limp step. The same feeling as me, ruined.

"Leave me alone" I said to the four who were still standing by my side.

Mom bent over and touched my shoulder. "But, Ima, you should go home too. Rest first. Since last night, you haven't rested your body and mind." Mother advised me.

"Yes, Ima." Ahmad was sitting next to me. He tried to persuade me to go home. "It must be hard. I also lost Arka. But ... however we dodged. This is the message of fate."

"Go home. Tomorrow, we'll be here again, okay?" talk to my mom again.

"I want both of you here. Please ... leave me. Give me some time to talk to Arka."

After struggling with my desire to stay here. Eventually, they left and followed my will. Now ... stay me both with Arka. I want to talk to him, why leave me.

I touched an upright stone bearing the name of my son. "Darling .. I know .. You hear me now."

"Darling ... Why did you have to leave my mother? Mama now doesn't know the purpose for living."

I hugged something with the name of the Ark. "You are my only spirit to live life. If Arka leaves, mama doesn't have any more spirit."

"Arka, right, promise to be with mama forever. You remember, you also ordered something from Mama. Arka asked for a plane, right?"

I took my hand off the stone bearing that name. I crawled to pick up a toy plane lying next to the pusara, which I had just bought from Bali. Then sit down and face the plane in front of the Arka Pusara.

"Honey .. This is the plane Arka asked for. Mama bought it for Arka. Now it's... Arka can see it, right? Do you like it?"

I rubbed my face soaked. Tears kept coming from both of my eyes. "Arka Darling .. mama hope, you can play it in His heaven God with the angels of heaven. Take this, son? Take ...."

I put the plane over the belly button. My chest kept tight, sobbing. "Honey .. later .. if Arka kangen really same mom. Mom's bow-neck, huh? Mama will never forget to always visit Arka too."

I looked at the toy airplane.

"Mama, if you go home and buy Arka a plane, yes, Ma. Arka wants to fly, get on a plane to the sky."

"Now the Ark has really flown into the sky."

"May ... Arka likes his plane. Arka can play alone, right, huh?"

I rubbed back the dew of eyes that dripped down the cheeks. "Go .. and sleep peacefully. Mama darling .. so much the same Arka. One day ... we will meet again. We'll be together again. We'll be together again. We're gonna play with the plane."

I crawled back towards the pusara while sobbing. I tightly cuddled the stone with the inscription 'Kenan Arka Sebastian'.

"Darling ... Mama let Arka go, huh? Wait for your mom in heaven, yeah, son .…"

Kuciumi the headstone while sobbing. Lord ... What is your plan? You take the people I love one by one. Why should my fate be like this? If it is, this is the best path, I am sincere. I'm sincere ....

"I'm always sincere ..," I said as I sobbed.

Suddenly someone's hand touched my shoulder. I also looked back. A familiar person in these eyes and heart. He was crouching behind me. Dimas.

With puffy and swollen eyes, I looked at her pushyly. He rubbed my shoulders gently.

"Arka must be very proud to have a mother like you" she said with teary eyes.

"You're a very great woman. That is why God continues to test you. I'm sure .. You can get through it strongly."

"When are you here?" I looked up in a hoarse voice due to crying too much.

"Since all four of your parents left."

"Go away. I want to be here alone."

"I'll accompany you."

I took his hand off my shoulder. "No need."

"Nia, I understand how you feel. But ... It's gonna rain soon." He looked up at the sky which was beginning to darken. Then I looked back at him with pity. "Go home. You can go back to see Arka, tomorrow."

"Didn't you hear? I want to be alone. Go!" my shout with intonation was blocked by a hoarse voice.

He looked at me with pity. "One day ... God will replace all this tiredness and misery of yours with great happiness. Believe ... God always acts justly. He will not torment the feelings and life of His servant continuously. Don't stop praying. Don't stop hoping. Arka will be sad to see you continue to be fragile. Show her that you are a strong mother. So ... go home first. Let Arka rest. And .. let yourself rest."

For a moment I was silent, only hearing the words that kept trying to calm me down.

"Go ...." Take a look at the Arka Tower again. "I'll be home after you get out of here."

"Let me drive you, Nia."

"He'll come home with me." Rudi suddenly appeared and we simultaneously turned towards him.

Dimas also stood up. He looked at Rudi for a moment, then left us. Rudi with his head wrapped in bandages was gathered in front of the navel.

After she was satisfied crying and blaming herself, we stood up. Rudi grabbed my fingers, but I squeezed them softly.

"I want to go home by myself." I also moved with slow steps. Bak lost the spirit to stand up, my feet as if lazy invited to walk again.

"Imania, I know you're mad at me. I know it's all my fault. I can't take good care of Arka and Fania. It was all my fault" exclaimed Rudi who made me stop my steps.

"Imania, I've failed to make you happy!"

I looked at him and said, "Go home. It's raining soon. Wounds on your head will hurt more when exposed to rain water. I want to go home by myself" I said then moved on.

I'm on foot because Arka's final resting place is not far from my parents' house. And I went back to the old man's house. I can't go back to my house anymore. A house full of sweet memories with my son.

***

The next morning, I woke up in a very different mood. My days are not as beautiful as usual. My spirit is not as usual. I am like a bird that has lost its wings. Or a swan that just lost hope.

From today on, I really have to live without my son. I have to learn to accept the hard reality. The accident that occurred at 20:00 WIB last night, has claimed the life of my little prince.

Mom said, when Rudi was driving, a truck at high speed drove in the opposite direction. The truck had a brake blong. So surprised, Rudi slammed the steering wheel and hit a big tree. The chronology of it happened. So ... actually .. this is purely an accident. It's not Rudi's fault.

Rudi had wounds on his head, and he was among the not severe, although he was unconscious. While my son ... my son had bleeding in the head, which resulted in the blood vessels of his brain rupture and swelling.

Now ... live Fania who until now has not realized from the coma. Remembering Fania, it made me feel moved to visit her. I've lost my son, hopefully I don't lose the one person that I'm very fond of. Friend, Fania.

***

I was taken to the hospital by my father. Arriving at the hospital, I headed straight for the ICU room. Take a peek from the small glass hole in the door. Mr. Wibowo was there with a doctor.

I went in and approached them.

Mr. Wibowo suddenly immediately hugged me while sobbing. "How can you come here when you're as bad as you are now, son?"

"I've told you what happened to my son. God has laid down his destiny. I can't fight destiny."

Mr. Wibowo let go of his embrace to me. "You're the most incredible woman I've ever met, son. I know, you must have been hit hard. Your eyes are swollen enough, son."

"Arka had slept with the angel in heaven. In fact, he would be happier there. Someday, I'll catch up with him, too."

"Oh my God .. give happiness and good luck to this woman" said Mr. Wibowo.

"How's Fania doing?" I asked still with a hoarse voice.

Mr. Wibowo shook his head, looking at me. He held a piece of paper in his hand. Scroll on the paper, 'DNA Identification Letter'.

"That's ...." I pointed towards the piece of paper.

"Fania .. She is my daughter" said Mr. Wibowo.

"What?"

"Fania is my daughter. She's my real daughter. Son of Arumi."

- CONNECTED --

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