Rudi is my Love
RAC 19: Shocking News of Grief

*Rudi is My Love (RAC)*

The sound of a loud Kamsiah scream in the morning is still quiet, until it is heard to the neighboring houses. Encum Suparti and her husband were the first two people to come to Daeng Tanri's house responding to the screams they heard.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum, Puang!” haikal hail whose house is next to each other on the right side of Rudi's house.

No one answered that greeting. The couple put their heads in the doorway.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum!” haikal greetings are firmer. Even if the host sleeps, it will be awakened by the greeting.

However, silence.

Wiwin and Paria, who were neighboring mothers, followed. The two of them also heard Kamsiah's scream. It was only Encum Suparti whose husband was loyal at the time.

“Why?” ask Paria to Encum and Haikal.

“Do not know. Here we just want to find out,” said Encum who is in his forties.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum!” haikal again. The intonation rose another octave.

There is no answer either.

“If greetings up to three times do not answer, yes we go home,” said Haikal half joking sambi back.

“Eee, Mass. Who knows Puang Haji as Daeng why-why,” said Encum while blocking her husband's hand. He was annoyed with the Javanese man. She is also a Javanese woman.

“Let me go in,” said Paria who is somewhat more familiar with Kamsiah.

Paria then walked in slowly. While the others remained gathered at the front door.

“Daeeng! Puang Haji!” call Paria.

To get to the inner room where there are two rooms then the dining room and kitchen, Paria must pass through the curtains that become the dividing door.

“Daeeng! Puaaang!” call Paria again while shaking the curtains enough to look inside.

The fifty-year-old woman became pounding her heart. He didn't see anyone.

The three people at the door were also tense, but not holding each other.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum!” shouted a man suddenly behind the three people standing at the front door.

“Maskus cobs, my mas cobs sparkle! Uh, cob!” latah Encum rada-rada grazing.

“Inna lillahi!” pekik Wiwin was surprised.

Paria who was tense inside, was also shocked and then frowned in heartache when she heard the laughter of Tawwa, the wide-legged curly-haired youth.

“Fucking tawwa!” maki Haikal was also shocked.

“Nih child never bribed raw rice yes!” scolding Wiwin.

“Hahaha! Again on what, want to visit Puang Haji?” tanya Tawwa with a loud laugh. Understandably the employee Daeng Tanri, he was ordinary. He came to get the car. Usually he went to the auction with Daeng Tanri.

“Aaa!” paria screams suddenly from inside the kitchen. He had already entered the kitchen.

The stifled scream came in reaction to seeing a white creature lying in front of the bathroom. He saw Kamsiah who was lying in a condition still wearing a complete face of all white color.

Tawwa who initially laughed so surprised also with the others.

“Why, Paria?!” wiwin asked loudly while first running in, which was followed by others.

They saw Paria standing tensely while looking towards the bathroom.

“That!” paria replied quietly while pointing to the bathroom with her face.

When the others all entered the kitchen, they immediately looked towards the front of the bathroom. The white figure that was like that apparition slightly shocked them.

“Yes Allah, Paria! That Daeng Kamsiah fainted, why don't you directly help,” said Wiwin half-numbed.

“I am waiting for help,” please Paria.

“Daeng!” call Tawwa also as a person who is very familiar with his boss's mistress.

“Daeng! Daeng, wake!” Wiwin shakes Kamsiah's shoulders. Then to him another, “Come, come on, help!”

When Wiwin, Paria and Tawwa carried the body of Kamsiah who was considered middle class, Encum Suparti prankster push the bathroom. He wondered what a rich man's bathroom like Daeng Tanri was good for.

However, due to the hiccups, Encum was curious again and bent his face inside. His face is classified as annoying petite, can freely enter and see the conditions inside.

Encum's hysterical screams startled fellow guests. To the extent that Paria detached her grip from the body of Kamsiah who was being carried to the room. Kamsiah's body almost fell.

Haikal, who was also surprised, did not turn back, seeing his wife sitting with a pale face, eloquent and trembling.

“Why, Dear?” haikal asked as he quickly hugged his dear wife.

“Di on in ...,” Say Encum shaking while pointing to the bathroom door. It was clear that Encum's hands were trembling.

“Why, Mrs Encum?” ask Tawwa who reappeared first.

Seeing Encum frightened and pointing to the door, Tawwa immediately went to the door and checked the contents of the bathroom.

“Allahuakbar innalillahiii!” said Tawwa mode slow but tight and long-tipped.

After bending his head inside, the shocked Tawwa pulled his head back and closed the bathroom door. He took a breath to calm his feelings.

“Mas Haikal, take Mrs Encum outside. Puang Haji seems to have died inside, his head broke,” Tawwa said in a slightly trembling voice.

“Hah!” shock Paria and Wiwin who were already in the kitchen again.

“Please report Mr RT and tell Ustaz Barzanji!” said Tawwa again.

Haikal led his wife out. Wiwin chose to keep Kamsiah and was busy looking for eucalyptus oil. While Paria went to tell Mr. RT.

Along with that, several other neighbors came because they had heard the loud screams of Encum. The atmosphere was turned bustling by the questions of those who came later and the answers of those who were the first witnesses.

News via lips also spread quickly. Several male residents with Tawwa immediately checked on Daeng Tanri's condition in the bathroom. Conclusion ….

“Assalamu ‘alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. Inna lillaahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un. Have returned to the grace of Allah, our beloved brother, Haji Daeng Tanri bin Lamane ...”

After it was confirmed that Daeng Tanri had died, the news was immediately announced at Al-Fatah Mosque.

So surprised the villagers of the fisherman, especially for close relatives. Haji Suharja did not even believe it. The reason, Daeng Tanri healthy people who do not show any symptoms of pain. This was the dawn prayer. To the extent that Suharja came out to ask people again.

The people who had prayed at dawn together in the mosque were also more surprised. Because just a few minutes ago they worship together, why suddenly “inna lillahi”?

After definitely with the sad news, Suharja with his wife immediately went to the funeral home. While walking, Suharja called Ambo Dalle to take care of the business at the auction.

“You take care of everything first at auction. I did not go to the auction this morning, I am at the home of Puang Haji Daeng,” said Suharja like a great commander.

Crying sounds from close relatives began to be heard in the funeral home.

After knowing all the conditions, namely Daeng Tanri who died due to a hard fall in the bathroom, his wife who did not come to her senses from her stings, and Rudi who was not seen his eyeballs, and his eyes, so the whole fishing village with news spread very quickly like a fire engulfing gasoline.

“Where is Rudi? Where is Rudi?” suharja asked with a slight shout to the close relatives who had already gathered.

“Sedang followed by Aziz and Sandro to Londo Cafe,” replied his mother Aziz.

“Astaghfirullaaah!” suharja shouted so annoyed knowing that. His face turned riled up.

Suharja's loud voice clearly attracted the attention of people who began to crowded in the funeral home, whether they were busy taking care of the corpse, all preparations or just came and sat together in order to worship.

Despite not having the brotherly ties of blood, but Suharja with Daeng Tanri's family was already very close. It had been since Rudi and Vina had been in a relationship.

“Sabar, Ji,” said Haji Daeng Marakka, the older brother of Kamsiah or his uncle Rudi. He is the closest person to having a string of brotherhood with the family.

“Children don't know themselves. Kenai Puang Haji. The parents were devastated, he even went drunk,” Suharja grumbled.

“Yes, yes, patient, Ji. Not pleasant to hear by many people,” said Daeng Marakka gently trying to persuade and calm the famous angry figure. “We better negotiate how.”

Suharja can indeed relieve his emotions more.

“Tawwa! Please call Ayu Mr. Ramli's son. She's a nurse at Kedaton Hospital!” daeng Marakka shouted to Tawwa whose position was in the yard of the house busy arranging the plastic chairs. In addition to their difficulties to overcome the head wound on the corpse of Daeng Tanri, until now Kamsiah was not able to be resuscitated from his stupor.

“Axready, Ji!” sahut Tawwa then immediately left his job.

“Herman called?” suharja asked, referring to Daeng Tanri's eldest son in another city.

“Already, Ji. On the way,” replied Daeng Marakka who was handling the body with Ustaz Barzanji in the kitchen.

“His brother Puang Haji in Jakarta has also been notified?” ask Suharja again.

“InsyaAllah all close relatives in Jakarta, Kalimantan, Sulawesi have been informed, Ji,” explained Daeng Marakka whose age is slightly younger than Suharja. The position of toughness was even stronger Suharja.

“Try the phone Aziz or Sandro, it has arrived where!” the word Ustaz Barzanji is general, meaning to anyone who can call the two friends of Rudi, because Rudi himself is known to have not had a phone since grieving by jumping beautifully at sea. (BH)