Princess Reunion Cost
Last Request

"Thereaaaa." said Rozy, shaking her head as she drove Cempaka to the boarding house.

"Kenape emangnye bang?" Tanya Batra, who was watching television with her children.

"You're the Butet, he said he's separated from Moan."

Batra turned to Rozy who was still standing in the doorway. Batra did love Butet, but his love for Butet withered before developing. Because when Butet was still a hostess in his house, he already loved another man, namely Moan. Batra had felt heartbroken, but he realized why Butet did not reciprocate his feelings. Alongside Butet being in love with Moan, Butet and Batra also differ in beliefs.

"Ah, seriously you bang?" Batra asked with a serious-looking face.

Rozy turned to Batra, then sat down next to her sister.

"Iyeeeee. That's my bini word, my bini also said the Butet directly." Bright Rozy.

"Can you? Is there a problem with both of them?" Ask Batra again.

"Yeah.cake nye very much your spirit tong? Still demen you're the same as Butet?"

"Yes.yeah.yeah do not go there dong lu go. It's only natural that I. I'm just surprised aje, why does die people get so upset." The light of Batra that began to look groggy.

"Eh tong, I'll tell ye. You have the most baek udeh bini. Don't you macem-macem gegara terror the Butet will be a widow!"

"Et bye! I was actually even answered that way! Iyeeeeee... I know that the Siti was the most baek, salya, pinter cook, although chatty nagging nagging nyak!" Batra said, with a face that looks upset at Rozy.

"Well, that's you know. Then what do you think of Butet?"

"Et is bang! you sometimes gee! I told you, I just want to know. Pan we see for ourselves this whole time if the Butet same Moan udeh cower Romeo ama juleha!"

Rozy chuckled at the babbling of her sister. Then he leaned his back against the chair.

"Ah... Pegel pegel my body is Bat! Lu pijetin by yak.." Pinta Rozy, patting her on the back.

"Enak aje you! I wasn't answered, I was told to take a bulletin!" Batra Complaints.

Rozy laughed a little. Then he let out a long sigh, raised his head and looked at the ceiling of the room.

"Gue kangen is the same, Bat. Usually nye who mijetin me if I'm tired ntuh nyak," said Rozy.

Instantly the two brothers fell silent.

Still fresh in the memory of both of them, the days before and the day of their departure, namely Natik Nyak.

Two days before Tatik's departure.

"Jy." Jn." Call Tatik from outside Rozy's room.

"Yes. lily.." Rozy said from his room, and he went out to meet Tatik.

"Ade ape nyak?" Rozy asked, after being in front of the tatic nyak who was standing in front of the door of Rozy's room.

"Gue kangen same adek-adek lu. You call me by now, tell me to come here tomorrow." Pinta nyak Tatik's.

Batra and Anca, Rozy's younger brother, do live apart from Tatik's nyak. The only ones who live with Tatik's nyak are Rozy and her small family.

Batra, who has just returned to Jakarta, after two years living in Padang, prefers to live in his new home which is about 60 kilo meters from his home. While Anca who just got married, lived in the house of her in-laws which is about 35 kilometers from the house of Natik.

But even though it is still a distance that is not very far, Batra and Anca very rarely stop by the house of Tatik. All because they are the backbone of the family. They have to work as a form of their responsibility with their children and wives.

"Kenape must be Oji anyway? Nyak aje call by."

"Lu was told by parents notnye directly said 'iye', instead tell me back." Nyak Tatik's complaint.

"Yes udeh iye nyak. Tomorrow yak."

"You're tomorrow! You forgot again! Now, I want my son, my daughter-in-law, my granddaughter to gather all" Tatik said.

"Iye by nyak, iyeeee..."

Rozy went back into her room to get her cell phone. Then he followed up to the living room to call his sisters in front of Natik. The first time Rozy called was Batra, and soon after, Batra received a call from Rozy.

"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum" Sapa Batra.

"Vaalaikumsalam. You again dimane Bat?"

"New until home bang, exhausted gawe." Sahut Batra's.

"Emang ade ape?" Ask Batra.

"Here, the nyak asked me to call you. He said he had children, ghosts, and grandchildren gathered at home." Bright Rozy.

"When?" Ask Batra again.

"Tomorrow, can you?"

"Well, not tomorrow what. Tomorrow is Thursday. Say aje sama nyak, if you can Saturday aje, all kite-kite pade nginep in sono."

"Bring yak." Rozy Sahut. Then he looked at Tatik who was focusing on the television in front of him.

"Neither," Call Rozy.

"Kate the Batra, die kaga can be tomorrow. Die said Saturday aje." Bright Rozy.

"Et dah, parents ask dateng aje, hard nye for mercy. Not Saturday! I'm afraid I'm even in the grave."

"Hust new! Speaking of what the hell. I like the sekate-kate!" Rozy looks anxious when she hears Tatik's words.

Nyak Tatik directly looked at Rozy with a look of annoyed face.

"Eh Ji, who guarantees I'm alive tomorrow? The day after tomorrow is still alive, especially Saturday!"

"Ye anyway, but don't say so dong. Udeh. Don't tell me what else." Rozy began to look anxious with Tatik's words. However, Tatik ignored Rozy's words and went back to watching television.

"Eh Bat, you just heard yourself, right?" Ask Rozy.

Batra was silent at the end there. But he had no other choice. He had just worked for a company, so he had no leave.

"You gimane again in bang. I just got to work. It's not good that I'm truant" said Batra.

"But it can be night nye, ye right nyak?"

Nyak Tatik nodded quickly, but he remained focused on his favorite soap opera.

"Gue overtime bang. O Allah. udeh, gini aje. Tomorrow if I'm not late, I'll be fine!"

"Promise you yak!"

"Yes..."

The call ended after Batra agreed to notify if he had time or could not come to the house.

The second call was addressed to Anca, Rozy's youngest sister. After the fifth call, Anca finally received a call from Rozy.

"Assalamu'alaikum, is there a bang?"

"Waalaikumsalam, you dimane Ca?"

"In the office bang." Enca Sahut.

"Those nights?" Rozy asked, a little in disbelief.

"Oh my God, why am I lying. I'm late bang..." Bright Anca.

"Oh..., look.. nyak ask you to come tomorrow, can you?" Ask Rozy again.

"Hmmmmm, yak gimane... Tomorrow yak? That kudu? Is it ape already? Tumben-tumbenan bye." Ask Anca.

"Au the nyak, suddenly die said kangen with his children, my daughter-in-law and grandchildren. Can you please?"

"That's yak bang. I miss the same as well. But I can't. Saturday by yak" Pinta Anca.

"Nayak, the Anca is usually Saturday. Same with Batra. Udeh was the most real Saturday. Problem they can from the morning instead, nginep can also." Bright Rozy.

Nyak Tatik let out a long sigh, then he looked at Rozy carefully.

"Ya udeh is. If indeed they were all on Saturday's champagne," said Tatik, smiling bitterly.

"Yes, Saturday ye nyak?" Rozy tried to make sure.

"Iye," said Tatik.

But age cannot wait, tatik comes home on a good day, which is Friday.

On Friday morning, Tatik's nyak came home after he performed the Fajr prayer.

As usual, Tatik's nyak woke up his son and daughter-in-law before the dawn of the Adhan. Then Nyak Tatik went to the mosque together with nyak Komariah, honey who is now friendly with Nyak Tatik.

After the mosque daei, usually Natik nyak immediately swept the courtyard. But not this time, Natik prefers to rest in his room.

At seven in the morning, Rozy also knocked on Tatik's room, because he wanted to say goodbye and went to work. After repeatedly knocking there was no answer from Tatik, Rozy finally ventured to open the door of Tatik's room.

Rozy still thinks Tatik's nyak is sleeping. So he went to wake Tatik by touching his mother's arm. But there was no response at all from Tatik. Rozy began to feel anxious, then he turned his body to Tatik who was tilted facing the wall. With the ease of Tatik's body rolled over. It looks like Tatik's face is pale and his body feels cold. The panicked Rozy immediately shook Tatik's body. But there was no answer from the lifeless body.

On Friday morning, finally inevitably the children, daughter-in-law and grandchildren of Tatik was gathered without exception. But this time it was not with laughter and jest, but rather the deep cries of sorrow and regret from the children and their daughters-in-law.

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Batra let out a long sigh hearing the expression of Rozy's heart that was longing for Tatik.

"Prayer aje bang, hopefully nyak placed in the best place," said Batra with the end of the sound choked.

"Iye Bat's. In retrospect, what the word nyak there is true nye. Age cannot wait for our arrival as her children."

Batra fell silent, he felt very sorry for not taking the time and did not grant Tatik's request one last time.

Goodbye to Tatik, nyak from his children and also the children of Kost Putri. Of many children from outside the area and in the environment. Of all those who love him.