Retaliation of Persecuted Wife
Chapter 63 The Grief

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The morning was still foggy when I finished putting my 2 raka'at. Breeze of cool breeze sepoy sneaking in between the gap and the ventilation of the mess office house I live in made my body slightly cool down.

The gray-colored clouds slowly shifted and docked between one and the other. Preparing to spill droplets of water that will fall soaking the earth.

I'm planning on coming to the office a little late today. I don't know why my body felt so uncomfortable.

Moving to the kitchen I want to make milk coffee for me to enjoy with a pandan sponge cake made by a neighbor I bought yesterday afternoon.

Neighbors who are struggling economically are still willing to try to use their skills to make cakes to support their families. I salute those who never give up and still want to try rather than beg.

Not infrequently I meet conditions that are still fresh fit to raise your hands, especially at street red lights. Moreover, they sometimes bring small children in the hot sun.

I then took a tray to put a cup of coffee and a plate of pandan balls that I had sliced neatly. But, suddenly...

"Broong!!"

A cup of coffee was accidentally knocked over and fell to the floor as I was about to pick up the tray.

Feelings of discomfort re-energized, anxiety and anxiety that I do not understand what causes it. My heart is pounding erratically. It was as if there was something strange but didn't know what it was. I rubbed my chest slowly, hoping to get rid of that little bit of anxiety that I didn't understand.

"Oh my God, what is this?" Mumbles.

My thoughts were glaring at Mother and Father who were in the village with relatives. My best friend and those closest to me were there. Then remember Mira who was still lying in the hospital.

"Maybe it's not what I think it is." Mumbled again.

I crouched down to pick up the broken cup that had fallen off earlier.

"Trieing...! Triiling...!"

At the same time my gaze also rang on the living room table where I was sitting earlier.

"Aw! Ouch..."I grimaced.

Coincidentally, the broken cup scratched the tip of my finger to bleed. My heart is getting more and more unruffled with a sense of uneasiness that is getting stronger.

I stood cleaning the wound on my finger by splashing water on the tip of my finger in the sink. Then rushed to the living room to pick up the phone call that had been ringing non-stop.

The name Roy calling on my screen made my forehead wrinkle.

"What's the matter with Roy calling so early?" Ask the wind.

Because of curiosity, especially coupled with a heart that continues to rage, I also picked up the phone call.

"Assynoltom..."

"Waalaikumsalam Indah's. Get ready, I'm on my way to pick you up right now."

Without saying anything, Roy told me his purpose.

"What's up Roy? Why suddenly?" I'm confused.

"Just be prepared. I'll explain it on the street."

"All right."

The phone was shut down by Roy when I agreed. But before I obey Roy's orders, I first finish cleaning the broken cup that was delayed earlier. It was only after that that I changed into clothes that fortunately I had taken a shower before doing my dawn duties.

"Tin! Tin!"

Klason Roy's car greeted the sign he had arrived at my office mess door.

I took the bag, then closed the door tightly and locked it. Then get into Roy's car parked by the road in front of my office mess.

"Yes, I'm picking him up. Okay, all right."

Apparently Roy was calling someone in the car.

"Wear your belt." Roy said softly when he saw that I had been sitting next to him.

"Where are we going?" I asked while looking at Roy's face that seemed sad.

"Fandi's house."

What's the show at Mas Fandi's house? Did Mira get well and go home? Semalem...

Deg, man,

My mind went straight everywhere as soon as Roy mentioned the word 'Fandi's House'.

Once again I looked at Roy's face seriously looking for an answer that would answer my mind even if he didn't say anything.

Roy glanced at me, then the man grabbed my hand and grabbed it.

"Keep your heart."

What does Roy mean. Don't-don't Mira Mira...

Jeder!!

My eyes instantly condensed perfectly and spilled a warm clear liquid that melted on the cheeks.

"Roy...." I said the one who couldn't ask any further.

The man just nodded his head as if he knew what I was about to say while still focusing on driving down the road ahead, but his hand still could not shake my hand.

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji. Huwuwu.... Huwuwuwu...."

Instantly my tears broke unstoppably. I cried with a voice I could no longer bear.

A sense of tightness squeezed in the chest, with heart-wrenching pain of sadness in staying away people I care about. My body trembled with the grief of losing a friend I considered to be my own brother.

Though just yesterday I saw Mira's beautiful mother who still lay in a coma. But apparently God has other plans.

"When? Hicks...."

In a cry of sadness I asked when Mira closed her eyes.

"Last night, I went to the hospital. Mira regained consciousness and opened her eyes at 11 o'clock. He wanted to see his little daughter and eventually died while holding Almira after giving her first breast milk."

My heart collapsed hearing what Roy said.

Ma'am Mira seemed to wake up because she heard my words to see Almira.

"Mr Mira.... "My words were flowing in tears.

"We go straight to the funeral home. His body has been taken there."

I just complied without being able to say anything. The tears still melted even though I made no sound. Arriving at a yellow flag house fluttered by a gust of wind. People began to come one by one to worship.

Again I drip a scene that instantly makes my legs weak to step on. I staggered back and almost fell if Roy didn't hold me back.

With slow steps Roy led me closer and closer. There, in a room that has been attended by many people by sitting cross-legged or squabbling around the corpse covered in long batik cloth and which has been stretched stiff.

Disbelief that lying there is Mira. I got closer to her and hugged her cold body.

I remembered again the request of Mira a few days ago. A lifetime request that eventually becomes his last request.

Mbak Mira, it turns out Mbak is very sure it will be like this. I'm sorry that there may be many shortcomings in caring for Almira later.

I moved to a sitting position after kissing Mira's forehead, and said a thousand words of apology for mistakes I might have made to hurt her heart. And forgive Mbak Mira for his request that had incriminated me.

I took Yasin's book which was prepared near the body and began chanting Allah's verses to Mira.

Many people are crying over the departure of Mbak Mira, but there are also those who look ordinary. One by one I watched the people there. Inwardly guess which one is Mas Fandi's family and which one is Mbak Mira's family.

Then my eyes fell on a woman I had seen at the Hospital when Mira was in the care. The woman held Almira in her lap. There's something strange I caught from his delagat. Even though his face looked sad, but the look in his eyes said something else.

Who the hell is he?

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