The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 34 Arum

Sayup-sayup I heard the voice of people saying greetings and calling the name of Guntur mas, between conscious and not. I opened my eyes, I wrote the wall clock on the right. The long needle shows at 4 am while the short needle is at 3. I got up and tied my hair and put on my veil made of tripe material. I peeked out of the bedroom window, looking like Mr. Le Bagio. Father's siblings who are in the next village. I woke up Thunder mas.

“Mas... Mas.. There's Mr. Lek Gio.” Call me.

The thunder did not heed my call. I tickled her waist, and she held my hand.

“Have dik shubuh?” Ask.

“There is Mr. Lek Gio outside.. not yet shubuh.” My speech. I drew both hands, as usual Thunder I had to pull his hands until he sat down and opened his eyes and he was fully awake.

“Who Dik?” Ask her again.

“Pak Le Gio.” My speech.

Mas Thunder saw the wall clock. She also brushed a little of her hair. He quickly went to the back to wash his face. I've already thrust a small towel before Guntur mas towards the front. I followed Thunder from behind.

“Pak Lek...” Say mas Guntur.

“Tur, you and Sekar must follow Pak Lek to Arum's house,” Pinta Pak Lek Gio.

“Now Mr Lek?” Ask Guntur.

“Tour Archipelago, Arum from last night calls Sekar's name continues. Before his extended family was angry. The healer who treats also exists. Mr. Lek wants you to prove what they accuse Sekar is not true. This was your Lek buk give advice let you and Sekar come immediately. It pityes his Arum if it's let. His family no one can hear our explanation.” Said Mr. Lek with an anxious face.

“We plan to go there, but tomorrow Mr. Lek.” Thundered mask still standing in front of the door.

“Sign in first pack Lek,” Say me.

“Ndak. Now Tour, let it be clear. Know for yourself Arum's mother if you wait until why-why Arum.” Said Mr. Lek in a hurry.

The thunder looked towards me.

“Ya already mas, maybe it's good. If it is less mudhoratnya.” My speech.

We finally went to Arum's house. I'll get you a jacket for Thunder. I used my mom's sweater yesterday when I went home. Mas Guntur install a flashlight on the head we usually call the lamp sokle, the lamp of the thunder mas motor is damaged. I can only read the shalawat in my heart. I know when I get there later I and Guntur must be patient. When I got there I saw Arum's house was quite crowded. Even the smell of lime and sweet is so stinging. We said our greetings, but only a few answered, maybe they felt annoyed at me.

“You want what you came here for?” Ask Arum's mom cynically.

“Bu Lek, we are here to prove if we are not wrong, let my wife meet with Arum. I heard Arum mention the name Sekar continues.” Said Mas Guntur politely.

“No! I won't allow you! Want you to patent my son!” Say Mother Arum with a nose red face and both eyes moist.

“Dik's.. Allow it first, there is a shaman anyway. Let the shaman accompany.” Pinta lek sir.

Me and Guntur stood by the entrance, and no one let us sit or enter. After some people persuaded Arum's mother, I was finally allowed to meet Arum and in the room there was a man who seemed to rub the soles of Arum's feet. Ah, I just feel sorry for Arum. He who admired Mas Guntur, but now with ease the man who said the shaman touched his body. Even as I approached Arum's side, the man he said the shaman sat down and held Arum's hand.

“Rum.. It's me, Sekar.” Whisper me in his ear. Suddenly he opened both his eyes. For a few seconds, Arum was seen coughing and vomiting blood.

I even quickly held back the vomit of Arum with one cloth that was prepared on the right side of Arum. I can't figure out how Arum wasn't taken to the hospital when he had a medical condition.

“Arum...!” Shouted Arum's mother when she saw her son vomit blood.

In my heart I kept telling Arum something strange and would corner me and Thunder.

“Mbak Said Arum slowly, I pulled my chair. Feeling unsatisfied, I sat on the edge of the bed I leaned my body towards Arum with a slightly lowered position.

“What is Rum? What do you want to say?” Ask me.

“Ma-af….Hhhhh...” His voice was very slow, it seems that he was difficult to speak.

I clasped his hand.

“Sorry sir, I think with you holding Arum's hand so tightly without that halal relationship that will make Arum tormented.” I said cynically. I already do not like if the things that I consider vanity must be faced gently, than I am already quite polite and patient. But he jsutru made me unable to freely communicate with Arum who seemed to have something to say.

“Allow my wife talk to Arum, I'm sure Arum wants to convey something.” Mas Guntur.

Seeing the condition getting hotter, Arum's mother was even more upset because I showed my emotions to the shaman. A child of Mr. Lek Gio also gave a microphone bloetuth that he connected to the speaker.

“Sorry, let everything be clear and no one is suspicious. Ma'am Arum, this is Mbak Sekar already on the side of Mbak Arum. Tell me what you want to say.” Said Rino, if ordered he has a cousin relationship from his mother.

Arum did not open his eyes, I held his hand. I felt him return my grasp.

“Ma-ma-af-s. …” He said slowly and stammeringly. Even from the corner of his eyes were tears that were dripping.

“Rum... I never save heartache on you, you have nothing wrong Rum...” I said as I whispered near his ear, automatically my voice was heard on the speaker even though it was not as clear as the sound of arum whose lips were attached to the microphone.

“Nan...”.

“Ti...Hhhh.

“Man….Hhh.”

“Kan. Ka-mu.. hhhh.. and mas G...tur..” His voice is soft and smooth.

I do not understand what Arum said, Mas Guntur also whispered something.

“Dik, Arum is in need of guidance. Mas and Pak Lek will read Yasin and Rotib. You help guide Arum yes.” Pinta mas Guntur.

I goosebumps hearing the words of Guntur, my husband is a mudin. So he may have understood and many experiences as well as knowledge to see those who may be experiencing the saccharatul of death. Back when Guntur mas asked to read yasin, Arum's mother and family objected. They thought that the reading of yasin was only for the dead. I also ignored the commotion outside the room. I was inside accompanied by the shaman and wife of Mr. Lek.

“Rum... follow me..” Whisper me to Arum, somehow I feel sad, although not close to Arum. I imagine that I, in Arum's position, died on my own. I ignored the tears that were dripping by myself, I tilted Arum's head slightly towards the qibla, my hair shuddered. This is the first time I accompany people through the moments where the devil will make the person lost, during the sakaratul death. Sometimes I feed Arum water using a spoon, while I say shalawat while feeding the drinking water, it, because at times like this the devil will lure the body to drink on the body that feels tired because the spirit will part with the body.

I can see Arum still taking a bribe from me so quickly, he seems so thirsty. Or from earlier he wanted to drink, but who accompanied him from earlier was only busy serving the shaman who asked for many conditions. Because in Arum's room there are so many strange things for me.

After I saw Arum not swallowing too fast the water I was feeding. I guided him back.

“Rum, listen to me Rum.. ithrankthickness ⁇ Dragon ⁇ ⁇ Hillitts.

Arum did not move his lips. I held her hand tightly as her index finger and thumb pressed my thumb firmly.

“… لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا اللهُ”

“...Fire” Said Arum hard, his tongue seemed to be stopped to mimic what I said near his ear. I did not stop leading him. I kept saying tawhid without asking Arum to imitate. Not long before the sound of Mas Thunder in the front room read surah yasin.

I'm still focused on Arum, when my hand was reached for Arum, I saw his lips move even though I couldn't hear what he was saying. And last I said the word tauhid in Arum's ear as his grip tightened.

“… لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا اللهُ”

When I felt her hand no more pulse, one of my hands went to her nose. I was only able to hold back my tears, when I felt sure Arum was gone.

“Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un.” My words along with those who read yasin come to the word.

اِنَّا نَحْنُ نُحْيِ الْمَوْتٰى وَنَكْتُبُ مَا قَدَّمُوْا وَاٰثَارَهُمْۗ وَكُلَّ شَيْءٍ اَحْصَيْنٰهُ فِيْٓ اِمَامٍ مُّبِيْنٍ

I remember one hadith when I heard that sentence where the hadith is very famous among the common people though.

‘When a person has died, his practice is interrupted except 3 things: alms, useful knowledge, and godly children who pray for him.’

‘What will I bring later Rabb... whether I will have a child who sholeh, will my knowledge be useful. whether my alms so far sincere or want to be praised by your creatures....’ My inner self wiped away the tears because I realized that someday I would experience what Arum is currently going through, death.