The Colorful Work World
Ch. 95 Mbah Died

I woke up during the day after taking care of Mbah Kakung. Luckily it's Sunday so I don't have to worry about a phone call from the office. Does your office still have a call on weekends? If you experience that and object to it. It may be time to consider finding a new workplace.

My own office is still WFH so I do not need to go to Tangerang this afternoon. When I was working normally, usually this afternoon I went back to my place of work. No kebayang tired it used to go back and forth from home to Tangerang by train or bus. Especially with time close together. Departing from Tangerang Friday afternoon, Sunday afternoon already have to return to Tangerang.

*Some days later*

It has been almost a week since he was admitted to the Bogor hospital. On Thursday, the house is quiet because parents stay in Bogor. That's because America wants to visit Mbah kakung because it happens to be a red Friday. As usual, we stayed at home to eat with go food only. Because we are lazy to cook and only cook rice, the side dishes are bought from outside.

On Friday, I got word that my father and mother after dawn prayers had just left for home. We were all at home very happy because the ruma finally came back crowded again. While waiting for them to come home, I relaxed as usual because red dates like this there is no WFH job I do. The yes period of the red date is still working also because of WFH. Man needs a Bosque break.

“Assalamualaikum”

“Waalaikumsalam”

Our parents finally got home and said their greetings before entering the house. I helped carry quite a lot of their luggage. Beres dropped the goods, we get ready because soon Friday prayers will be done. I went with Papah, Arip, and Lamda there.

Arip is now also already at home as he has graduated and is now doing training online. While Lamda also the school is still intermittent. Sometimes face to face online. We prayed Friday as usual, heard the lecture and I tried to stay literate, then returned home after the Friday prayers were over. When I got home, I was shocked to see my mother crying in the living room.

“Papah, Mbah just died earlier on Friday” Mommy said with a vibrating voice.

“!!!” Everyone who left was shocked to hear that. Only Lamda had as usual his expression flat no matter what was going on.

Even though just this morning when he went to visit him, in the afternoon he was gone. Hearing this shocking news, I just kept silent for a while then contemplated myself in the room. Lamda went back to the room and Arip came with me to the room as well. Because Arip and I used the same room.

I tried to calm my mother down and she started calling to take care of the funeral. In a relatively fast time, everyone around us already knew this news and began preparing for the welcome of Mbah kakung's body. Because we have to welcome the ambulance and do other things.

I myself just say a lot of prayers for the mbah and help small activities. Like setting the seat position for guests and other things. Mbah will be returned from Bogor to the house around the afternoon, because he must have the process of being bathed, forgiven, and other processes.

Mbah died of covid, which is why all the processes are done with the covid protocol. He was put in a crate and the person who buried him had to use PPE. Fortunately my family did not protest and follow all the rules. Since this is for the common good, there is no need to insist on a funeral protest with a coffin due to covid. Especially until forced dig his grave and then moved to another grave.

After all the preparations were done, I got word from mom.

“Nak, Mbah already otw from Bogor, maybe later tonight new until. Later tonight join the prayers yes.”

“Siap mah”

Before tonight's show starts, I use the opportunity to rest. Because later tonight there are still many events to be done. Beres salat isya, we and our family gather back at the place of the altar. The usually quiet place is now many crowded by relatives who will serve.

Ustad is also ready to start prayers and events. My father as a child first gave a speech and then began to read the yasin and its complete prayers. I was quite happy to see so many people coming to pray. May his worship be received by His side.

Beres did the prayer, finally came the ambulance carrying the body.

“Ambulans already want to come, give way” Say one of the fathers who help the process of ambulance parking.

Because the house is right on the side of the road, so you have to be careful when the vehicle wants to enter. There are a lot of cars and motorbikes on this road. After making sure the ambulance is parking perfectly. Mbah's body was transported into the house.

The ambulance then returned to Bogor because the task was done. We have no business with the ambulance anymore. The body was already in the house, we and the family prayed for him that all his worship practices be accepted by his side. Beres prayed, we and the family left the house of Mbah to rest in their respective homes.

We still have some things to do. From funerals to funeral prayers. From what I heard, it seems that the mbah will only be shoddled because he cannot enter the mosque due to covid.

‘Hopefully tomorrow everything is smooth.’ I said as I closed my eyes to rest.

*The next day*

I run the activities as usual. But finished subuhan, I immediately returned to the place of the altar to say prayers. We also began to receive guests who wanted to visit. Many of them were carrying envelopes that until now I did not know how many. Because everything is taken care of by my aunt and omku from the father's side.

From morning until about 9 nan we received guests, then we all went to the final resting place of Mbah kakung. I went with the others in the car. The road to the cemetery was narrow enough that we could only park at the nearest mosque. Still have to walk again because the entrance to the cemetery is difficult for parking cars.

The rest of our journey was on foot. When I was about to go to the diet, I saw there were some people who were ready to be on standby with their PPE. When I looked, it turned out that Beni was also one of the people who used PPE.

“Eh, there is Ray, would you like to wear this shirt tah?” Speak Om Beni while thrusting after PPE that has not been opened.

“Gak om, thanks. Hehehe.” I rejected Om Beni's offer gently.

We're still waiting for the hearse to get here. Because if it is not wrong we leave first so that there is no traffic on the road. After waiting for a few minutes, the car we were waiting for arrived.

“That's the car, let's all get ready” Om Beni said to the other fathers. Some of them smoke and drink coffee.

Hearing the cue from Om Beni, all who use PPE stop their activities and finally wear PPE completely. Because of the process of carrying the body to burial. They had to wear these clothes until the corpse had been buried for several meters.

Concerned about the spread of new clusters. We are all trying to follow the rules that have been made by the government as well as possible regarding covid 19. Om Beni and the others began to open the door after the car was perfectly silent. Everyone gotong royong brought a crate containing mbah to the place that had been provided.

We all saw the process from start to finish. The troupe also followed the accompaniment to take the mbah to its final resting place.

*connect*