The Father Boy
ALA135'S CHAT. Sadistic allegations
I lamented the scent of his body, the scent that always kept me calm and comfortable before I forced it would galvanize him every time he demanded. Knowing this is how it happened, I'll keep him from coming to the hospital. Knowing she's gone, I wouldn't think about treating her fibroids. In his family, there is no story of them dying from fibroids.
"Groomed first, Bang." Pakwa pulled my shoulder.
"Try rechecking, Pakwa." I hugged this cold body.
"Yes, Bang. Get out first, Pakwa check again."
I shook my head at his orders, I knew I was just being lied to. Because Izza will be cleaned, not undergo intensive care anymore.
"Innalillahi…." Father's voice approached.
"Bang, here first." Kaf touched my back and then pulled my arm.
I shook off the sign of rejection. I'm comfortable hugging my wife like this, my wife who always gives me a very sleepy effect.
"This is Dad, Bang. Father's boy, here, son." Dad's voice shakes, gets me back in my father's arms.
"Dad…." I hugged her tightly and hid my face there.
"Boy Daddy strong, boy Daddy stoic." Dad patted me on the shoulder.
"Izza's happy to leave me, Dad. He's smiling from yesterday, because he'll be free from me" I told my father.
"Not so, Bang. He wants you to remember his smile, he wants you to know that he's happy he's been given your chance." Dad pulled me out of this room.
There was some chatter going on there, about how Izza's body should be taken home or immediately bathed and pardoned there. Pakwa lied, right? He did not recheck Izza's situation, but cleared Izza to be returned to the family.
"Well…." Kaf's call is like having an interest with dad.
"More…." Dad's hand slipped off my back, then I felt my father's movement give Kaf something.
"The door is 311731." Dad gave Kaf his debit card to take care of the administration.
"Yahhhh…." I didn't let go of my father's embrace.
I wish I had fainted, so as not to see the final series of processions for Izza. In fact, my body was expected to witness all of this.
I never let go of my father, I never answered anyone who asked me until our entourage got home. The bad thing I didn't expect when this sad announcement was made at the nearby mosque, the Izza family came in droves and their mouths viciously accused my family of worshiping for wealth.
"Can't be rich inexhaustible so, Izza must be the victim of your pesugihan. So far, there have been two stories about the daughter-in-law of your extended family dying suddenly like this! In the past, there was doctor Kin whose death was very strange. In the present, our nephew is the next victim. He's not sick, he doesn't have any deadly disease, he doesn't have a history of creepy disease, but Izza suddenly died in the hospital." Uncle Izza who married us and I once entrusted Izza to him, so presumptuous to accuse my family.
"I'm the doctor, let me tell you after Izza's been buried. Don't even mess this up, you think your arrival is polite?!" Pakwa gave a loud voice.
"The bodies of our nephews, they don't have to be taken care of by your family. Let us take care of it, let us take it home." Younger Uncle Izza came forward and pushed my chest.
Dad pushed the man back, then he cleaned my chest from the other uncle Izza's hand.
"Izza's daughter-in-law here, she's the wife of this family, this family there's a right to take care and take responsibility until Izza returns to the land. If you want to take care, yes let's take care together, do not fuss in the atmosphere of the kek gini. All the pushing-pushing my boys, you think I accept?!" My father's right hand was holding me, while his left hand was pointing at the young uncle.
I don't understand the allegations of abuse, they don't know our big family farm assets? The problem is inexhaustible, because the field of livelihood is still productive, so the money is sourced continuously even though children eat grandchildren every day. That's just the family fields we saw here.
Not yet another business, even though the store and warehouse of material dad clearly plastered in this hamlet. Home furniture, too, embrace some quiet carpenters orderan in this village. Not yet another business outside the city, which is not visible to the public here. Why do you think that this family is doing the wedding?
Our family is complete, all life long. The grandchildren here no one died, at least one two have a congenital disease from birth that can finally be cured, the daughter-in-law here also lived a long life until now. There was no routine of dying in our family, but they thought Izza was a victim of our family's sacrifice.
"Look, Sir…." Our RT chief mediates.
He approached the Izza family and spoke to them in a quiet voice, his father still embracing me in the midst of busy people taking care of Izza baths.
As it turned out, my sincerity was tested amazingly to be able to bathe and return Izza to the ground again. That smile, that smile continued to be etched as I looked at him while he was complaining.
Slowly, the pile of soil was diverted to cover the board on which Izza lay. We are truly separated, separated from the most painful. However, it is the decree of the Power.
Deaths.
"When a wife dies and her husband rides away, he goes to heaven." The warm pats and the soft voice came from my mother.
"I'm sincere and I'm ridho, Biyung." I am still watching the land that continues to be made the mountain.
The Power loves Izza more, so why should I hold Izza who does not feel my love the way the Power loves him? I began to understand, it was best for Izza not to suffer from living with a husband who had many demands.
Tahlil was done shortly before we left this family funeral. Judging from where our family did the meal, if the family tomb only had a few.
There is only Lendra mange, Kin mama, Dinda's grandmother, Adi's grandfather, Ummu's mother, Yusuf's dato and Izza's. Ken's family tomb is quite a lot of residents, but among them most died because it was old.
"Come, Bang." Dad hugged me to go.
I won't be here long, because it feels like digging Izza's grave back. Is this how it feels to be left dead? It is fitting that my father once said that he was more sincerely divorced.
N***my meal suddenly disappeared, my sleepiness did not come all day even though my body was so tired to face today. I don't know anyone who greets me or talks to me, because I really don't want to tell anyone how sorry I am about taking Izza to the hospital.
Disease is a time bomb, if left alone it will get worse. But apparently, there are some diseases that should be left alone rather than taking lives like this. If I hadn't demanded Izza's recovery, we would have had children soon. If I hadn't accompanied him to do all the checks, Izza wouldn't have been eager to recover.
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