THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 30 - THE DAY OF MOURNING

"Liana!"

"Pa! Papa...! This Papa Liana is the same Genta!" I said with my body approaching.

Papa's tears drip slowly.

My stepmother took her seat back. Gives me a place and Genta advances to Papa's body.

"Liana! The bell!"

"Yes, Pa!... It's us, Pa! We're coming to see Papa!" genta said with a hoarse voice. She was also secretly crying.

"I'm sorry, Dad! Papa is evil with you! Papa's... Have abandoned you!"

Genta and I did not answer. Only the melt of tears that fell increasingly profusely flooded the cheeks.

The occasional clapper shrunk his tears. He lowered his head with his hands clasping Papa's cold little finger.

"We as parents are so selfish. We used to.not think about your feelings. Sorry...!"

I'm down.

It's all happened, Papa! If time could be replayed. If only everything could be returned to the past... Will it be happy as expected? I don't know, Pa... I don't know! We are just puppets, God is the Organizer.

"Lian! You and Genta are sons of Banten. Remember that! You have guards in your body. So don't worry about the world. There is karuhun who became your shield so it is not easy to be colonized by people."

"What does that mean, Pa?"

I don't quite understand. But I know that I am the son of Papa who was born in Banten.

It is said that the descendants of Banten's son are famous for having an average canuragan science and a super powerful science of captivity. But I don't feel like I own everything mentioned.

Martial arts, I can't. The science of pellets, pity, moreover. Papa is of Banten descent, but as a child I never heard Papa tell me much about his hometown.

We only go home every year on Eid al-Fitr. It was also usually shuffled to the tomb of Grandpa Granny, Uyut and Papa's brothers. For the rest, I just remember we loved having fun swimming at times near Grandma's house that had now changed hands.

The papa I know is a good businessman. Once owned a company but went bankrupt and so had a lot of debt. That's all I know.

"Liana!"

"Yes, Pa!"

"Papa please, please get me the moringa leaves!"

"What, Pa? Moringa leaves? Where's?" many confused.

Suddenly Papa was worried. Papa's convulsions make everything there be panic.

One by one Papa's brothers arrived. Uwak Hardi led me out.

"Liana, let's get the moringa leaves in the garden! This is your last request! May the path of God be made easy!"

"Sir..."

"Your father's been sick like this for five years. The past year has always been calling your name if there are girls who visit. Your father, he felt so guilty in his past for abandoning you and Genta."

"Why should you look for moringa leaves, Wak? What's for?"

"Your father has a stack. And all that milk will just fade if it's been shed. Your father seems to know, the moringa leaves you took were the bleach. Because you had also he bathed seven flowers for three consecutive Friday nights when you were a baby! You, have an antidote to the use, pellets and other magic disorders including witchcraft. Your body will quickly respond even if it is under magical attack!"

Uwak Hardi gave me goosebumps. Everything was never in my mind about such creepy sciences.

But I started to remember the events that happened to me some time ago. About my body that often vomits blood, but not until it continues. Perhaps the shield that Papa meant was my body strength above the average of most people.

I just believe in God's power.

For me, just live straightly praying to Allah Ta'ala if we have any wish. No need for the help of spiritual teachers especially shamans sakti mandraguna, because the effects obtained are far more powerful than the efficacy.

The effect, which is not accepted our worship charity for 40 nights if doing what God hates by going to the shaman.

Shamanism means we are idolaters because of the betel on God. Huge sins. And also the impact, seven derivatives will get the bad of parents who use black magic like that. Wallahus.

With the guidance of Wak Hardi, I read the Istighfar, the two sentences of the creed, then the Qur'an of the letter of Al-Fatihah all seven back each.

Wak Hardi said, it was to melt all the sciences in Papa's body.

With the body shivering because of the early morning hours and the fear that dominates the soul, I rely on Allah Ta'ala. He slowly moved his body, with tears.

My papa... Longitudinally weak without power.

Unlike at the beginning, his lips were still very clearly talking to me. But now... Papa no longer responds to us.

His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly gaping and only a snoring sound came out of his lips. Like people are asleep.

After I apply the liquid moringa leaves to both of Papa's hands, face and chest, Papa's breath suddenly somewhat stinged.

"Help with the word shahadah!" yelled Uwak Hardi, making us all mention the phrase 'Laa ilaaha illallah Muhammadar Rosulullah'.

Papa stretched for a second.

Then... I felt like a cold wind was passing by. And.., Airlangga suddenly immediately cried loudly while hugging Papa's body.

"Innalillahi wa inna illaihi rojiuun!!!"

I was crying and hugging Papa's warm body but slowly getting cold.

"Papaa!!! Hik hik hicks...! Papa! Sorry Mama, Liana is also Genta ya Papa! Hik hik hicks..."

The most powerful clapper is now crying to embrace Papa's body.

We look back on our happy childhood. Very happy because Papa used to be Papa who loved his children very much. But the harsh life, the cruel world, made Papa Mama change. And we are the result of Papa Mama's disappointment because of the circumstances.

I let Papa's relatives take care of the stiffened body.

Turn the phone off again, to let Mama know. After all, they once loved each other and lived together until they had us. My mom was the first person I told. Then Jordan Ardian, because there was a message coming in several times asking why my phone died.

I turned off my phone for my convenience.

The death of Papa I just witnessed made me realize. This world is only temporary. In the end we will all go home to the Empyrean, namely Allah SWT.

I just realized, there is a loyal Boss Gege beside me. Unconsciously I need a shoulder to lean on.

I feel my body is fragile, my soul is crushed.

I don't have a partner where you complain.

I have no one to share this sadness with.

These tears seemed to be a sign of how lonely and frightened I was living in this world.

I was destroyed many times.

Papa Mama's divorce, it was my first heart wound.

Be ill. It hurts so bad. Until I can't trust a man's mouth so easily.

Then I knew Irsyad. The young man who helped me was even willing to fight with three snaps.

I thought Irsyad was a good man who loved me forever.

Turns out I was wrong.

Love can change and decrease. Then he disappeared and moved wherever he wanted. Like the love of Irsyad who turned out to secretly choose Katliya to be part of his life besides me.

My eyes are blurry, my head is dizzy. But I could still feel a pair of sturdy hands grabbing this shrewd body and fainting.

Papa..., may you rest in the lap of Allah Ta'ala! Aami...

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