The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 107 ~ Last Video

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A loud shriek of ambulance sounds echoed, accompanying the journey from the hospital to the funeral home not too far away, until now the ambulance stopped right in front of the gate of the funeral home which was filled with many people with tents.

Sobs were heard again, accompanying the steps of Ammar and Aiziel along with the ambulance officers who were lifting the Imam's coffin into the funeral home. The house that a few years ago was also covered in grief, now the atmosphere seems to reoccur real.

Followed by the steps of Damar who still faithfully embraced the sister, while it also appeared Aifa'al who reached the mommy into the house of the oma. Then where is Dhana? Of course he first arrived home, bringing the wife in a state of sleep due to the strong influence of drugs, letting her fall asleep during the funeral process of the Imam walking.

The coffin was well placed, surrounded by crowds who came to give condolences.

"Priest..."

The sobbing of Bu Aini again broke, when he saw clearly the handsome handsome face of the beloved youngest son-in-law. The face of the figure known to Sholeh, looks pale but sparkling, as if telling everyone around him, that now he is sleeping quietly.

"Priest, Mother... Hix... Hicks..."

Not much different from the mother-in-law, Vanny could not stem the tears and sadness, immersing her face in Sadha's arms. Hearing the unbelievable news from her sister-in-law while she and Sadha were meeting at the office, they rushed home, making sure the sad news was not true. But what is the force of fate that says, that the sister-in-law has really gone to the afterlife.

"Help the Imam, my dear." - Shadeh Sadha, her crying was also unstoppable.

"But yesterday he was still in good health, Mom! I really can't believe that the Imam has left us." said Vanny, whipping in Sadha's arms.

Sadha was just silent, fate seemed to play back to his family who had not been fully healed from the grief of the departure of his beloved sister, but now the sorrow was back wrapped as if reluctant to give happiness even for a moment.

"Even he hasn't seen me yet, Mom! Why did he leave so soon?" said Ibel, mumbled sadly in the arms of Ammar.

"The departure of the Priest is already destiny, dear! I failed to become a doctor! I once failed to heal my sister and now I also failed to heal my sister-in-law!" said Ammar, trying to hold back, but his tears still fell.

Ibel's cry broke even more, making him continue to hold Ammar, reciprocated no less tightly by being hugged, there was nothing they could do at this time but pray, accompanying the Priest's journey to Heaven.

"We must immediately bury the body, Mr. Aidi. Given the ashar time will soon enter, pity the corpse if we cry like this." said Mr. Ustadz.

"Well Mr. Ustadz." replied Mr. Aidi.

"If anyone from the family wants to see the deceased before the chest is closed again, then please see first. Because after the coffin is closed, you can no longer see the deceased." said Mr. Ustadz.

All the family members nodded, slowly moving forward closer to the chest, looking at the Imam's face for the last time.

"Calm down there, Uncle." said Shahil.

"May Uncle get the best place by Allah's side with Onty Dhina" said Syahal, trying to hold back tears.

"Good way, Uncle. Uncle is a good man. Ziel sends his regards to Onty ya." said Aiziel rahu, his tears fell.

"Al'm sorry, Uncle. In our meeting yesterday, Al's nature was still cold and now Al is very sorry. Thank you for your affection and trust in Al. May my uncle be calm there. Al dear Uncle Imam." said Aifa'al who cried.

"Damar still does not expect, Uncle will leave as soon as we just met yesterday. Damar has heard many stories about Uncle from Papi. Uncle's a good guy and sholeh. May Uncle calm down there and meet again with Onty. Goodbye Uncle." said Damar, his tears flowed.

Wulan was sobbing more and more, not strong to say anything like the five mas. Not strong, but unable to speak due to limitations. He could only sob in the arms of the papi who stood at Damar's side, turning for a moment to the chest where the uncle was lying lifeless.

"Yes, my dear. Poor Imam." said Mr. Aidi, trying to calm the wife.

Ms. Aini still sobbed, but the husband's words made her realize that the son-in-law must be buried immediately.

"Mom will always pray for you, my dear. You are calm there, son." said Ms. Aini, stroking the beautiful face.

"Come, Honey. We must immediately pray and bury the Imam." said Pak Aidi, bringing Bu Aini to his feet.

Bu Aini nodded obediently, trying to control her still torn feelings, losing her son-in-law as if making her go back in time.

Goodbye Imam, best friend, best sister-in-law. Thank you for always being there for me, no distance, no time, you stay there when I need to. I didn't expect you to leave so soon after him, not even a word of farewell was said before you actually left. I'm sincere, Mam. Ithlas let you go, following my brother in his heaven. I can just send a message to my sister. May you be happy there without having to feel any more pain. Dhana murmured in the heart.

The Imam's coffin was closed again, leading all who wished to solicit the body to prepare. After everything is ready, the funeral prayer is done in the yard, the funeral prayer lasts wisdom for several minutes, until the time comes to the last process, and the last time is right, taking the Imam to his eternal resting place in the lap of the Creator.

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The funeral process ended, everyone slowly moved on, leaving Pak Aidi's faithful family sitting around the tomb.

"Together Mr. Aidi. Then I say goodbye first. Assalamualaikum." said Mr. Ustadz, welcoming the hand of Mr. Aidi.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." replied Mr. Aidi.

Mr. Ustadz left, leaving the extended family of Mr. Aidi who was still shocked by the departure of the Imam. After Mr. Ustadz, Mr. Aidi also approached his children, grandchildren and wife who were still languishing between the Imam's tomb and Dhina's navel.

"Let's go home now. Poor Mala was left alone with Bi Iyah at home." said Mr. Aidi, grabbing his wife's shoulders while looking at her son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter.

"Wulan still wants to be here, Opa!" wulan replied, her hand gesturing but her eyes were still fixed on the two names on the adjoining tombstone.

"We have to go home, honey. Poor Mami alone at home." timpal Dhana, persuaded the princess who was still sobbing.

Wulan was unmoved, trying to hold back the tears but her heart was too fragile to be strong. His wet eyes were still staring at the navel of the two who had now joined together like a bride.

Why did Uncle leave? Why didn't Uncle bring Wulan? Wulan is tired, Uncle!!! Wulan tired!!! Wulan was tired of facing everything!!! Wulan's free life is that Mami still hates Wulan. Wh why? Why should people who love Wulan leave? Why Uncle? Wh why? Wulan muttered in a screaming heart.

Wulan's sobbing continued, leaving everyone confused as Wulan did not say anything, just staring at the Imam's name on the tombstone made her stunned.

"We'd better go home now, Uncle. Poor Adek. Maybe he is still in shock." said Aiziel, staring at the pity of his beloved sister.

"Ziel's right, Dhana. Wulan's condition is still not recovered and his hands are still wearing refusals. Come on!!! We'll take him home!!!" timpal Sadha, do not have the heart to see the Wulan that is increasingly disturbed.

Dhana nodded, then moved quickly while carrying the body of the princess, took her to the car and rushed home.

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The sun crawled away, now only the moon was visible, alone without any friends, thousands of stars that usually shine now reluctant to show its beautiful form. Letting the moon work alone, resisting the drowsiness that comes attacking.

After the funeral process of the Imam was completed, followed by a joint ceremony at the funeral home. But the tahlilan event that took place wisdom has also been completed. Now live a large family who is gathering in the family room, sitting relaxed together, strengthening each other.

While Dhana, who was not seen in the family room, is now sitting on the edge of his bedroom bed, looking at the calm face of the wife who is still unconscious.

"Priest is gone, dear. I hope you are not shocked to learn this because we are all no less shocked. The priest left without saying anything, without giving us any premonition. Not to mention the Gibran problem that until now is still not found! The priest left when I needed him. You are healing quickly. Poor Wulan."

Faithfully the hand was still stroking the calm face of the wife who was fast asleep due to the influence of drugs. But a moment later, Dhana gasped when he heard the sound of a cellphone alarm on the nightstand.

"Last video?"

Dahi Dhana frowned, staring at the Imam's phone screen that was still ringing strongly, making him curious and then turning off the alarm by pressing it. Instead of stopping, the screen of the flat object that was originally locked was actually open, showing a video that was ready to play after the sound of the alarm was turned off. Slowly Dhana's hand moved, pressing the play button on the video shown in front of the screen.

A few minutes passed, Dhana's eyes heated up, highlighting the source of the clear lake that was piled up while watching the last video made by her sister-in-law before leaving this world. Make him rush out of the room, step wide towards the living room.

"Dhana... What's wrong, son?" ask Mr. Aidi.

"There's something you should all be watching!!!" dhana replied, walking towards the television and connecting her with the Imam's cellphone which was still brightly lit.

Mr. Aidi, Ms. Aini, Ammar, Sadha, Ibel, and Vanny looked at each other. Astonished to see Dhana's attitude being stirred. The same thing happened to Aiziel, Aifa'al, Syahal-Shahil and Damar-Wulan. They shudder at each other, seeing Dhana's strange demeanor that just came out of her room.

"Last video from the Priest!!!"

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