That Time Is Coming
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Ever since hearing what her aunt said, Asyifa was getting ready.
The two heroes were still asleep in the back seat, with tears that never subsided that Asyifa chanted do'a.
"Silence, calm down." Malik tried to calm his wife who was so upset with his own thoughts.
"Can it be faster, right?" pinta Syifa.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the main house. Asyifa immediately opened her door and ran inside the mansion. Malik who saw that only breathed a rough breath.
He asked one of the house servants to pick up one of his sons and come in to put his twin son in the room.
Asyifa entered her room in a hurry to make the door open.
All eyes were on Asyifa, all the families had gathered, not least Annisa who with a hiccup while reading the surah Yasin.
The one person Ashifa looked at in silence, not caring about everyone who was there. An old woman who was so airy received her presence, sincerely giving her love and attention, that woman was the mother of her father, that never made her feel alien inside that house.
The closer Asyifa walked, the more trembling she grasped her fragile hands made those tired eyes open and stared with meu.
Oma Risma smiled seeing her first granddaughter, the granddaughter she had been waiting for was now in front of her. He never distinguished between a grandson and a step-grandchild, all treated equally.
The vulnerable hand was stalling wanting to hug, Asyifa hugged her immediately and so tightly.
Oma Risma was happy, there was little chatter between them, and in the end Oma asked Ashifa to lead her to the Khalik. Asyifa whispered in Oma Risma's ear.
With a trembling voice Ashifa led the Oma. And in his last breath he smiled shadyly. Their cries broke and they cried.
Opa took over his wife's body and was clasped tightly, very tightly. Naura was crying as much as the others. Until Naura was not strong to hold her body weight until she fell in the arms of her husband who held her.
Naura was taken to the room by her husband, Ashifa stared blankly at Oma Risma's body with a tearful blurb. Malik, who was at the doorway, entered and grabbed him.
In the arms of her husband, she shed her tears more, shedding her sorrow and sense of loss.
Asyifa is the type of person who does not like to be left behind, and his return of the Oma to the creator makes him feel the same way when the father leaves him too.
The pain, the pain he felt. So heavy parting that, although he knows if in the world nothing is eternal, but sadness that he can not deny.
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After the funeral was done, all the pens-takziah went home. The women did not attend the funeral, only the men who delivered Oma Risma to her final resting place.
Staying only nuclear family, Opa was so hit with the departure of his soul mate. Although no longer shed tears, but the look on his face was so bad.
This was the second time she cried like that. A few years ago he felt lost like this. The only son who came home, and now the wife who also went home. It really hurt a father and auami.
"Zaki knows that Papa is sad, Zaki is also, the others are too. But Papa doesn't pity Mama? Mama would be sad to see Papa like this." Zaki continued to persuade his Father-in-law but the old man did not move from his seat at all.
Zaki looked at his other family. Reyyan advanced and held onto Opa's shoulder. "Opa don't want Oma to be sad, right? Opa always wants Oma to be happy, believe Opa, Oma is happy there. He no longer felt the pain he had been in." Reyyan tried his hardest to say that.
Honestly, Reyyan could not accept this fact. But this is not the time to think about ego. Here the Opa is the more hit.
"Come Opa, pity Oma." Reyyan again asked in a soft voice until Opa got up from his seat and turned to leave the grave of his wife.
Sometimes he looked around, as if he was unwilling to leave. They knew how the old man felt. They were just as devastated, as devastated as he was. But here they must strengthen each other to encourage each other. Because tomorrow will be bright again after overcast today.
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In a room, without a single light. A man who had just been left by his wife a few hours ago, sat staring blankly at the glass window while holding a picture of him with his wife when he was young.
Memory trajectory about where the hard times and times where he started the business from scratch.
"You remember baby, when you said that you were pregnant with Salsa first, I was so happy to hear her that I cheered halfway through?" his monologue.
He smiled in remembrance of those sweet memories.
"If only, if only I had more time to accompany you rather than having to work from morning to evening if I knew it would be like this. You know, you're my precious treasure, I don't need any of this, I just need you baby, just you," her tears broke considering the sweet, bitter memory.
Outside Annisa's room was still standing leaning against the wall. He knew the pain, he felt it first. A single tear comes out if you remember that painful moment.
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Asyifa pensively breastfed Salman, her gaze straight forward yet so empty. Her tears shed occasionally. Salim had fallen asleep because of exhaustion.
Malik entered the room after the first tahlil of the late house was completed. He approached the wife and gently rubbed her long hair.
"Everything will be fine" said that. There are no more words that Malik can say because he knows, not the words that Ashifa needs. Just next to her and giving her comfort was better.
Malik took over Salman after he finished breastfeeding. He laid his son's little body beside Salim and enveloped them.
Malik turned to look at Asyifa who was still bowed. He lifted his wife's chin and shook his head. "Hiks ,, hyx , "his cry broke out instantly and swept away to embrace Malik.
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