The Thorny Journey
Rasya calm down

The night was getting late in the pain, Yana could not close her eyes even for a moment, the focus of Yana's eyes continued to look towards the body of her son Rasya who was lying stiff in the living room, but still there was no room, Faizal went nowhere, since sending his son home to look again Faizal's nose.

Yana is still sitting mourning the sadness of losing her child, Faizal is no longer the thought of Yana, now Yana just wants to get away from her husband.

" Yana! don't keep going, your son is also sad to see you like this!" said her aunt who was unable to see Yana's cry again.

Yana no matter what now, Yana's hand continues to hold the hand of the cold ny child, Yana's eyes continue to look at her child's stomach hoping that it will move again, Yana still hopes that her child will just fall asleep, and hopes that Rasya will wake up again.

" Rifki you've called your bude where is he now?" aunty Yana asked her son Rifki.

Rifki is busy transporting tents and other equipment for the needs of the pilgrim tomorrow, the problem wants to be buried where, do not know anymore because Yana can not be spoken to, he said, while Faizal did not know the jungle, now just waiting for the arrival of the Yana family until.

" I've called, just let them go." said Rifki who was still busy lifting things outside.

The yard of the house was filled with neighbors who came, who were close to them will come even though it was midnight, Yana inside had been on strike since at the hospital last.

he kept on being silent, unable to ask her anything. The clock on the wall already showed three o'clock in the morning, the cold weather that entered from the door that was wide open not one bit to make Yana's body disturbed.

"Assalamualaikum...?" greetings from outside.

" Greetings waalaikum!" sahut all at once.

Yana could recognize the voice that was for greeting, Yana immediately got up and ran towards the voice that was in the outside direction earlier, Yana continued to look for a figure who had just given a greeting just a moment ago.

" Yin...!" call Abah Yana from the direction of the courtyard of the house.

Yana who saw her Abah immediately ran towards her Abah while crying coldness, since then Yana had no place to spill all her heart, she said, on Abah's shoulder Yana took off all her, Abah brought Yana back inside, while leading Yana's hands and shoulders.

" Already! don't cry anymore, will you? it's not good to cry in front of an angel, look at your child, he's happy side of her, he's already playing the angel of heaven." abah said as he swept away the tears flowing profusely on Yana's cheeks.

the body of Yana's child has been covered with cloth up to the neck, while her face is covered with a thin white scarf, the child has no sin even if only a speck.

" Why don't you call Mak if Rasya is very sick, can you call us Yana, are you angry with us because that's why you didn't tell us your son is sick?" Mak Yana kept asking Yana.

the morning came brightly, the sun proudly looked his light, in the living room of the house still seen Yana beside the corpse of Rasya child, his son, and his son, Yana seemed not to want to part with the corpse of her child, even Yana did not move a little from her seat since last night.

" get up first Yana, let's bathe Rasya first huh?" the eldest of them approached Yana, no one dared to tell Yana to get up from her seat.

Yana still quietly did not answer or refute the words of the person, sometimes Yana turned to her around who had been filled with people. Faizal had been seen since this morning, maybe he had returned to his village last night for a while.

" Don't be like this Yana, pity your child, you love your child?" mak Yana asked Yana.

Yana stared at the hiba towards her Mak face, tears were rushing down her cheeks, the other Yana children could do nothing, she said, yang Azham knew his Umi had been a strong and patient man, but today Azham saw Umi as a very different figure, today Yana is a figure of Umi who is so weak helpless.

" um! pity Rasha's sister, let her go quietly, Umi can't be like this, if Umi is sad Rasha's sister also feels the same way, don't let Rasha's sister cry again Umi." the words that came out of Azham's mouth made all those who were there shed tears, none who did not cry, all wept, all the more so Yana.

Azham helped her Umi wake up and away from the body of Rasha's sister, Rasha's body immediately brought to the bathhouse, the person who bathed was waiting there, the body of Rasha was, at first the people told Yana to take a bath, but there was someone who cut their chatter.

" don't you ask Yana to put her child in her lap, not enough sadness since last night, she won't be able to hold her child, he said, he's not gonna be able to stop the tears that kept coming out last night, haven't stopped until now.

finally everyone wanted to put Rasya's body as it should be, the baths went in an orderly manner, not even waiting long, the baths were ready, too, rasya's body was placed again in the original place that had been prepared with a cloth that had been cut.

" Where is the father of this child?" ask someone who was among the pilgrims who came.

each looking for the whereabouts of Faizal, including his Abah Yana, turns out Faizal from earlier was behind the house, immediately someone called him to the front, Faizal di Ask to take his son to be put in an ambulance, to the place where his son will rest for the last time.

Yana did not let go of her child, wherever her child was brought Yana must follow from behind, Rasya's body was input into the ambulance, Rasya will be buried in Abah Yana village, last night when Abah Yana arrived, Abah Yana asked Faizal.

" Rasha wants to be buried where Faizal is?" abah asked until he reached his village.

Faizal answered lightly and vigorously, as if this was not his responsibility as a father.

"As for Abah, I don't have money for my son's funeral, so it's up to Abah" Faizal replied.

so Abah decided to bury Rasya's body in his village Abah Yana.