Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 31

Sinful Angel Chapter 31

A couple of Caca's neighbors under the bridge came to the hospital after hearing the news of a traffic accident involving the names of Tya and Caca. Caca died on the spot and the critical bajay driver who was taken to hospital turned a blind eye two hours ago after medical teams sought maximum help.

Tya directly asked the husband and wife for help to prepare for Caca's funeral, at the place where Caca's biological mother was buried.

“Pak Sarif, I'm sorry if I was presumptuous. But, I don't know who else I ask for help considering Caca has no family and my condition is like this. Can't get here by yourself. I ask for help very much, if Mr. Sarif and I would take care of the preparation for Caca's funeral tomorrow morning. At TPU where Caca's late mother was buried. I only have a million more money at this time to take care of the funeral costs and the bad tekteknya to finish, tomorrow I try to find a loan, which is important, Caca can be buried well and decent.”

Mr. Sarif works as a scavenger as well while his wife opens a small shop in front of their residence.

“We will try Ma'am Tya. Sorry if we can't help materially because our economy is mediocre. If it turns out that this amount is not enough to prepare and take care of the funeral until it is finished, let me help borrow it to the junkie boss. But there must be a guarantee,” explained Mr. Sarif as it is in accordance with the reality of their lives that are not easy.

“I can most guarantee the goods in my rented, there is a small refrigerator, fan the same plastic cabinet that I bought a few days ago, still new. I handed my contract keys to Father, so it's easy to take the goods. After all there are no valuables in it other than the new one.”

Tya asked Mr. Sarif's wife for help to get a small bag at the table near the bed, contains important items including a lucky cell phone red bag was equated by the mother ketoprak seller in the TKP. With great difficulty Tya issued a key contract and bonus money from Bhishma and the remaining rations from Marsha that only left a number of it after spending on household goods and Caca needs, which is not the case, paid the contract for the next two months and the rest after paying off the debt to the stall. Handing over all the rupiah bills he had and the key to his contract to Pak Sarif's wife.

“I'm asking you once, Sir, Mom. Sorry to trouble.”

The two visiting people were followed by Bisma who had been eavesdropping at the door. Moments ago, Bisma was exchanging words with the hospital about preparing an ambulance to deliver Caca's body tomorrow. When returning and about to enter Tya's room, Bisma chose not to pestered Tya who was chatting with visiting guests. It's just that keep the ear as sharp as an arrow in front of the door of the treatment room Tya, want to hear the conversation Tya in there that turns out to discuss about the funeral. His heart was moved to take a deeper share even though he and Tya had only known each other briefly. Can't throw away a care, as if something's stirring the heart.

“Pak, Mom. Wait.” Bisma stopped Mr. Sarif and his wife. Stay polite, not presumptuous even though he is clearly superior to the two people in their forties who are confronted. Both in terms of appearance and prestige.

“Sorry, interrupt the time for a moment. About the management of Caca's funeral expenses and the installation, I will bear it all. No need to find a loan. Please help, sir, Mom. Hope this amount is enough and pleasing.”

Bisma handed the envelope with money to Mr. Sarif. Mr. Sarif and his wife looked at each other, seemed confused by the perlente figure who suddenly intercepted them and alluded to Caca, even giving money for Caca's funeral expenses. At a glance, this Bhishma is definitely not a person from among them also it seems unlikely to have a relationship related to Caca.

“Ba-good, Den. But sorry, who is Aden? Where did you know Caca from? You see we've only seen the first cool people know Caca,” obviously they are curious, scanning Bhishma from hair to shoes.

“Include, Sir. My future husband Tya.”

*****

On this sunny Saturday morning, Tya, who was still in a weakened condition and injured, wanted to join an ambulance carrying Caca's body. Kukuh wants to take her helper girl to her last resting place. Luckily both of his legs were only bruised and injured outside, as the one seriously injured was his right arm.

Bhishma was not far from the woman he had rented to accompany him to the party of the former. Holding Tya who is being overwhelmed with grief. Bhishma who has experienced, very know how the sadness of loss left behind a beloved family that is very meaningful, when his father closed his eyes.

Mr. Sarif and his wife were waiting at the scene. The sun shone softly and a calm wind blew welcoming Caca's body in the embrace of the Earth. Tya drove Caca with a sob and do’a as he knew. Understandably, not much is memorized because of limited learning opportunities as well as limited growing environment.

The funeral went well. The bisma retreated a few steps giving room to Tya who still wanted to sit on the side of the flower-studded red earthen mound. Not too far away, because Tya still has to be monitored and soon Tya must return to the hospital.

Tya reached out her left hand rubbing the navel bearing the name Asya Putri, namely Caca's full name. Engraving a smile even though his eyeballs have always been wet since yesterday.

“Caca, my dear sister. Ye know? Meeting you and having the opportunity to be your sister is the best thing in the life of this despicable and lonely mother. Thank you for never looking at and taking disgust with this dirty Mother. Thank you for helping and loving me. Rela help strangers like Mbak who is in trouble with your heart sincerely even though you are also living hard. Caca who is rich in heart, Mbak sure you must be abundant in blessings and become an angel there. And Ma'am sure, you're happy there.”

“Tya, it's time to return, negotiate the exclusion of the opportunity to leave the hospital only until noon.” Bhishma touched Tya's shoulder, reminded.

Touching the mound of land full of affection, Tya said do’a again from the bottom of the deepest sanubari before asking Bisma to help him rise. Small waving towards the TPU as the car drove.

“Happy way, Caca,” murmured Tya slowly, along with a stinging smile blended clear circles wet the cheeks.

Seriate.