The Body of My Son
"Where Is My Son's Body"

WHERE'S MY SON'S BODY ?

Part 1's

"Well, you're home, honey?" I asked when I saw Damar sitting in the bamboo chair in front of the house. Faintly smelled the smell of jasmine and pandan leaves from his body.

I saw Damar's paled lips and Damar's clothes drenched while the afternoon leading up to the Maghrib was clear.

I dyed looking for my son's onthel bike that he usually used to go back to school. There is no bike.

"Hey, just shut up. Which bike?"

Damar remained silent and only looked at me with an expression I could hardly describe.

"Hm, yes I have. Come on in, honey!"

I stroked her cheek and pulled her hand slowly. Oh my God, it's so cold this kid.

"Why are you home, baby? You said PERSAMI?" many confused.

I'll get a towel and I'll heat the water in the teapot.

"Not being A PERSAMI?" ask me while adding sugar and tea dip into the cup.

Damar just nodded his head weakly.

"Yes already. Then you take a shower. This is me making you some warm tea. Patience first. Wait for the water to heat."

Damar smiled and suddenly hugged me tightly.

"O Allah of Damar, you are cold. What was? Where are you raining? You will be sick!" I tried to let go of the old boy's embrace that year.

Distraught because the water from his clothes soaked my negligent.

"Mom, Damar loves you too much."

I smiled but was astonished. "Why you, honey? Is anyone sick?" I started to have a bad feeling.

"The room just misses Mom."

"You are just there. I see Mom every day. Time is still missing. Just take a shower!"

I stroked her wet hair. Soon, the sound of a baby crying.

"Darling, your sister is crying. You pour yourself a pitcher of hot water into your own tub can ya? As usual when preparing bath water for sister."

"Hm, finally sleeping again."

I went to the kitchen, preparing food for Damar. "The room! Where are you, son? Let's eat first!" seruku while preparing two empty dishes near the rice pot and a basin containing clear spinach vegetables.

Silence has no validity. I went to the bathroom, it was already empty. "Where the hell is Damar?"

Suddenly my youngest child cried even harder. I immediately went to the room and saw Damar sitting next to his sister. Meanwhile, Adinda, Damar's nine-month-old sister was crying loudly.

"Astaghfirullah, Damar! What are you doing, sister?"

I immediately carried Adinda and swung her around. However, instead of being silent, Adinda actually cried even louder.

"Damar, answer Mom's question, are you your sister?" ask me to block Damar's shirt.

Damar just shook his head weakly. "The room just wants to see the sister."

"Hm, yes I have. You eat first yuk. I'm with you."

Again Damar was silent. "Mother, what if Damar goes with you?"

I snorted and was surprised to hear Damar's words.

"Don't say that, honey. Father no longer exists. Don't miss joking around!"

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I looked towards Damar.

"Darling, you go to the bathroom first, right? I'll see the guests."

I immediately rushed to the living room with Adinda in my arms without waiting for Damar's reply.

"What is this?! Why are so many people coming to my house?" I was confused to see some residents who came in groups at the door.

"Mom, earlier we wanted to say a condolence."

"Sungkawa bella? Bela sungkawa why? What's up?" I asked with a confused face.

"Damar was found dead in a river near the junction. That's the body." One of the people who was crowding in front of my house spoke.

His gaze led to the heart-red sedan car behind him.

"What's? No way! Damar is in this house!" my screams stuck.

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