The Fall of Talak 3
Funeral Home

" What's sleeping ?!" ask Yoga. Somehow his mind became everywhere at that time, probably because of his great jealousy.

"Yes Pak Yoga, but take it easy, we continue our journey. Maybe Zhezha was tired so he fell asleep in the car."

" Yes already. I hung up on him first." Yoga hung up the phone.

Although agitated, Yoga could not do anything to follow also free, he continued his journey.

***

Yoga arrived at the funeral home, at that time the state of Zhezha's house was filled by mourners.

Yoga immediately approached Meli who looked steadfast was on the side of the corpse of Mr. Yanto who was stiffened.

" Mom." Yoga approached Meli then sungkem.

Meli came back crying to see the newly arrived Yoga.

"Sorry father yah Yoga, " said Meli with the rest of her sobs when Yoga gathered to kiss the back of Meli's hand.

" Yes Mom, Yoga also apologizes and can now see my father" said Yoga as he rose.

Yoga hugging Meli." Patient mother yes," said Yoga while rubbing her back in-laws.

" Hiks hiks, yes. Maybe my father was tired of his illness, and he finally gave up. For five years he suffered from his illness. Maybe this is the best way for father so that he will not be tormented longer" said Meli while crying again.

The two also broke their arms.

" Where is Zhezha, Ga ? " ask Meli as she looks towards the door.

Yoga was silent for a while.

" Zhezha is behind Mom. Yoga from out of town" Yoga said.

" I have, yes."

Yoga approaches the body that has been rigidly stretched.

Yoga shed his tears to see the body of Mr. Yanto who is so thin only live bones covered with skin.

He recalled how brave Mr. Yanto used to be. With his arrogance and arrogance he always prides himself on what he has and compares with what his family lacks.

Sure enough, if treasures, thrones and positions were only temporary, nothing would remain in this world. Moreover, all that we have will also be held accountable someday before the Almighty.

Yoga himself felt slapped, he realized only if all he had was a deposit. All he had was a test to test himself.

Yoga reflects on the figure that is in front of him.The figure that is now stretched stiff without power.

' It turns out that I also failed in the face of this test of life. When God tests me with poverty, I can be so patient with it. But when he left Hatta I was kufur, even did Zalim, the fire of vengeance began to grow in my heart and burn all the patience that I have maintained all this time, Inner Yoga.

Yoga immediately embraced the pale and cold dry body.

" Dad Forgive Yoga Well. Forgive Yoga for having hatred for my father. Yoga has also wasted Zhezha that I entrusted to Yoga," said Yoga softly while crying hugging the corpse of Mr. Yanto.Yoga pointed to his regret l, Yanto, he also intends to pray for Mr. Yanto and mengikhlaskan and forgive Mr. Yanto.

Among the people present were Mr. Burhan and Bu Burhan.

Yoga approached him, shaking his hand.

" Where's Zhezha, Ga?" ask Mr. Burhan.

" It's still on the way, sir."

" Loh, aren't you with him ?" ask Mr. Burhan who has been suspicious since Yoga called him.

" No, I was out of town, while Zhezha was out of town, maybe in two or three hours he arrived" replied Yoga.

Actually Yoga is so restless, if you have to wait another three to four hours.

Yoga followed Yasin's reading with other mourners.

***

Vishnu's car splits the highway through the thick of the night.

After sleeping for a while Zhezha woke up.

He scanned his surroundings and then saw the circular time hints on his wrist.

" I'm sorry I overslept."

" Yes, Yoga called to ask where we are."

" Let it go" said Zhezha.

The journey continues even though Vishnu yawned several times because of sleepiness.

***

At three o'clock in the morning Zhezha arrived at the funeral home. At that time the funeral home was quiet there were only a few men who read Yasin all night including Mr. Burhan and Yoga.

Vishnu's car stopped in the parking lot of Zhezha's house which was quite large. Zhezha's house is also no less good and big with his even bigger.

It's just that it's no longer taken care of because the wall paint is starting to peel.

After the car stopped perfectly, Zhezha released her Seat Belt which somehow held her body.

" Let's go in" said Zhezha as he opened the car door.

Zhezha did not drop his suitcase because he seemed to be in a hurry to enter the house.

The arrival of Zhezha immediately became the center of attention of people.

Where once arrived at the door, Zhezha immediately cried when he saw the father's body stiffened.

" Dad !"exclaimed Zhezha who immediately cried approaching the body without life.

" I'm sorry Zhezha Yah, Zhezha just got home. Zhezha is not there when dad breathes his last breath of the hysterical hyx."

Zhezha was crying hugging her father's body.

The mood of grief was increasingly sad to see the sad wail of Zhezha and his regret for not having had time to meet with Alm before his departure b.

Hiks hiks, Zhezha keeps shedding tears that he had endured hours ago.

Seeing Zhezha crying, Meli the mother pulled Zhezha's body that kept crying hugged her father.

" Already Zhe, the father has calmed down," said Meli, he also returned to tears the two children's mothers who now bear the status of widows and prospective widows were hugging each other.

Both of them cried because they felt so lost to their loved ones.

Hiks hyks, sahut said the voice of Isak the cry of the two women of the other generation.

Yoga also cries.

" Assalamualaikum," suddenly the voice of a man so foreign was heard saying his greetings at the door.

" Greetings waalaikum" said the people around the place.

The handsome figure of strong body around twenty-eight years old was immediately a concern including Zhezha's mother.

" Greetings waalaikum" said Meli as she unraveled her embrace, as Meli saw the stranger walking up to her.

Because Vishnu pushed Zhezha's suitcase and put it in front of the door. You know them if it's the guy who drove Zhezha.

At first they thought the handsome man might be the driver who drove Zhezha, although Vishnu's appearance was not like a taxi driver in general.

Yoga continued to follow Vishnu who walked toward his in-laws and his wife.

Vishnu shook hands by covering two palms in his chest.

"I mourn my mother for the passing of Ayanda Zhezha."

" Yes Thank you" Meli replied with a quick smile.

" This is Vishnu Bu, Zhezha's friend who Zhezha told his mother when he was in the hospital" Zhezha said.

" Oh yeah. I remember."

" Thank you, my dear Vishnu, for bringing Zhezha, ", said Meli sincerely. Although he actually did not like if his daughter was themed with a man.

Yoga kept staring at them, Meli unintentionally looked towards Yoga who looked jealous.

After expressing his condolences, Vishnu approached the residents and then shook hands one by one with the residents including Yoga.

Vishnu sat beside Yoga who looked annoyed at him.

" Have you been in Yoga for a long time?" ask Vishnu just.

" Four hours ago, "Sahut Yoga was cynical.

Vishnu and Zhezha's journey was slow as it took seven hours. Whereas if the night trip and without obstacles travel only takes five to six hours.

" A long time ago, go anywhere ?" tanya Yoga probed with her jealous tone.

" It's not just that my car's speed is stable at sixty kilometers per hour. Because I never got out of town through the route that passed. I became more careful, ' explained Yoga so as not to misunderstand.

They both look like people in a cold war.

Throughout the night Meli and Zhezha read Yassin to the alm Pak Yanto. But Meli catches something strange between Zhezha and Yoga.

Although aware of the presence of Yoga, but all night the two did not greet each other even though.

Even Zhezha and Yoga are on different sides. And Meli suspected the estrangement of their relationship because of the presence of a third person, Vishnu.

Every now and then Meli Glances towards Vishnu and Zhezha. Sometimes he also glanced at Yoga who always glanced at Zhezha. But Zhezha looks so cute with Yoga.

Connected gangs, there are still two chapters to this day