Tengil Mas Baron's
Happy Way Eyang
Delila wiped her tears repeatedly as she saw some of her family members crying bitterly in the hallway of the vvip-floor hospital, where Eyang Damar was being treated at this time.
The two dewy, round eyes stared softly at the room's divider glass. There in the ICU room there is someone who is struggling between life and death, on his side there are two adult men who are reading the holy book of the Qur'an, and there are two adult men who are reading the holy book, the chanting of verse that calms the soul makes people who hear it increasingly sad. Including the old woman with glasses who had just kept holding one of the hands of the helpless man.
His lips continued to move slowly, his fingers chose beads with kyusuk. The look of the face full of sadness was so clearly created, making the children of the grandchildren's daughters-in-law and their great-grandchildren increasingly shed tears.
Delila could even see clearly how the Opa Gentala cried while continuing to chant the verse of the Quran. The old man occasionally wiped away the tears that flowed past his nose, even rubbing his face rough when he felt it was no longer strong.
His eyes looked sorrowfully at the man who had educated and made himself into a useful man, a man who was responsible, and gave a lot of love for him.
The Father, the father who used to carry him everywhere, even when his father had to travel out of the island he was never left behind, and now the man he called Father was fighting between life and death. The old disease he suffered was getting worse, there were many hospitals in and outside the country that they visited in order to cure him, but it still said something else. All the treatment and drugs that are often consumed by elderly men can not cure only relieve his old pain.
"Genta is sincere, Father. Genta was sincere, please don't make Daddy sicker." the old man's cry came back. Even now he was bowed near the Father's feet, a stifled cry that was so painful.
Outside, everyone who saw Gentala was crying more and more. Delila even covered her own mouth when she saw the Opa crying bitterly. Even now Barata and Eyang Anin were crying while holding Opa Gentala.
Delila was not strong, the girl turned around with a breath sounding a hiccup. She held back her crying voice from getting out, moved away from the glass barrier and walked past her siblings.
His lips trembled as his eyes caught two men running towards him. Without waiting for Delila to welcome the arrival of the two men of different ages and immediately clutched one of them.
"Udah do not need to cry," bad while rubbing the head of Delila.
The long-haired girl did not reply, she still buried her face in the chest of the man who was her husband. Both of his hands clasped tightly onto the Baron's tall body without any interest in releasing it again.
Both of Delila's eyes closed, she enjoyed the touch and heartbeat of her husband which managed to make her a little calm. But the calm again disappeared when Delila heard the noise from the back of her body.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Damarta is home. He came home at 2 o'clock this afternoon after 10 pm, we tried our best, but it turns out God willed another."
The words of the middle-aged man in a white shirt who had just come out of the ICU room suddenly made Prayoga and the others freeze, even crying hysterically again. Likewise with Delila, he increasingly clutched the Baron's body. His cries broke again, now harder but held back by his own embrace. Baron was also dissolved in the grief of his new family, he replied to Delila's embrace was no less tight. The baron even gave a lot of kisses at the top of Delila's head as the girl continued to cry bitterly in her arms.
The funeral atmosphere of Eyang Damarta was very solemn. Several co-workers, clients, friends, relatives, children, daughters-in-law to grandchildren and great-grandchildren accompanied him to the final resting place, including with Eyang Anin who was pushed by Erkan on his wheelchair.
Everyone seemed to have lost the figure of Eyang Damarta. A tough man who never knew the meaning of surrender, he built his own Duren Sawit Dynasty empire, without the frills of inheritance.
Until finally the results of his hard work are now enjoyed by his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. And here the most devastated and lost is Eyang Anin, the elderly woman spilled water on the belly of her late husband with a smile in tears.
"Wait for me there, yes Mas," he murmured softly.
On the sides and back of his body many children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren who also feel the same sadness. They lost the man they loved and loved all this time.
Goodbye Eyang Damarta.
HUUUAAAA DUREN PALM KU😭😭😭😭😭