THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 79 - A HEARTBREAKING INCIDENT

Thumping heart. Mama Farida's residential complex looks more crowded than usual.

Even the roadside parking lot is full of police patrol cars. There's also... Ambulance car too.

Oh Allah... O God, take care of my family, O God!

My hands were wet, sweat began to appear along with mixed feelings.

"Excuse me, sir... What's up, huh? Many cops?" my husband asked one of the men who was standing not far from where we parked the car.

"Say there's murder, Mas! His wife and two children were slaughtered!"

Abaghfirullahal...

"Yes..."

I don't know why, my footsteps are getting heavier. My chest also grew tight.

The Mama housing complex! Mama!!!

As if I could guess the contents of my heart, Mas Jonathan increasingly close his body holding me.

Strong, strong Liana! You must be strong!!!

We began to break through the densely packed line of people approaching Mama Farida's house.

Mama's house!!!

Feeling right! Something happened to my mom and my sisters!

Police are busy dispelling people who interfere with the investigation process. Some of them began to install a police line around the house Mama.

My face paled.

"Good morning, sir! I am the daughter-in-law of Farida's mother. And my wife is her daughter. What happened, sir?"

I just silently trembled with unblinking eyes in front of Mas Jonathan.

"His son-in-law's brother? Please come in, before the bodies of the victims are taken to the hospital!"

"Je_dada?"

My hands are getting wet. Jonathan grasped it tightly as he led me through the line of police that would be put on the doorstep.

A body? Whose body???

I'm goosebumps. The aura of Mama Farida's house was so dark scary. All the lights are turned on by security. But my inner eyes only see darkness.

"Mama!?!" I saw two men in white uniforms evacuating Mama's blood.

"Yes Allah Gusti!!!"

I'd really like to hug, but the reverse party held him down.

"Please, don't touch anything!" says firmly.

Mas Jo grabbed my slippery body full of sweat.

Cry broke. My roar instantly blared.

"Crano? Nadia's? Where are my sisters?" I remember my two sisters.

"They're dead too, ma'am!"

"Yeah!!! Apaghfirullaah!!! Hik hik hicks..."

"Who did this, sir?" jonathan asked with a trembling voice.

"Most likely the closest person. We're still investigating it."

Squeeze my knee. Mixed up my feelings.

Luckily, Jonathan was holding onto my weakened body.

"Mas.." I whispered softly in his ear.

"Take yourself, baby! You are strong, you are strong!"

I felt like I was getting some spirit doping through the soft words my husband said.

His hands continued to hug my shoulders tightly even though his sweat was pouring out quite profusely.

Jo took the phone out of his pocket. He called someone.

"Hallo, Genta? Can you come back soon? Go home first."

I can only give my body to my husband, my heart is broken.

My mom and my two sisters are gone, but just this morning they came home after our wedding.

"We beg for cooperation, Mas and Mbak are expected to come with us to the police station. We need your testimony!"

"Sir, what about Papa Bambang? Husband of my biological mother?" I thought of Papa Bambang.

Mas Jonathan and I followed them to the local police headquarters.

There were nearly twenty-five questions they asked. And of course my husband and I answered him honestly.

"You can take care of the funeral procession of the three victims. Please confirm directly with the local general hospital! We from the police are deeply saddened by the events that have befallen Mama and her sisters!"

Just a thank you slid from my lips.

With a limp body, my husband and I headed to the hospital where the bodies of Mama and her sisters were autopsied.

...............

"Mamaa...!!! Mamaa!!! Huaaa.. hik hicks! Mamaa!!!"

Genta came to the hospital at two in the afternoon. Cry exploded. His soul was shaken once.

My brother was hysterical not believing what was happening. Mama Farida, Intan, Nadya.

A knife becomes the bitter end of life and still holds a mystery.

Police are still investigating the case.

For two days, our family was very familiar. Even Intan also Nadya can blend without awkward anymore with us.

Joking laughter and teasing each other like still new felt. Now, they have not fallen victim to the savagery of an unknown killer.

I was just sitting limp in the waiting chair of the morgue. Waiting for the autopsy procession Mama, Intan and Nadya finished.

Papa Bambang himself still has not come. He disappeared from the office where he worked.

I feel a bad feeling for my second husband.

Still remembered on my wedding day yesterday, Papa Bambang and his sister scolded me for not having the decency to invite him and his family.

I did it because there was a reason. Not to rule out his status as a stepfather. But I do it to keep the feelings of all parties. Especially considering his biological sister, Aunt Mirna, his mother Bianca.

Hhh...

Is it possible that the culprit is Papa Bambang? Is that how he was to my mother who incidentally was his wife? Although the heart of the second wife. Also Intan and Nadya, they are his flesh and blood. How could?

I'm not a shaman. Not even the shaman.

I have greater sensitivity, but that doesn't mean I know everything. No. gabe.

I am only a man created by Allah Ta'ala. Starting from ordinary women, but getting knowledge from ancestors becomes a little extraordinary.

"Brother Liana Wulandari?" asked a policewoman who was walking towards us to stand up.

"Yes, I'm alone!" I answered with a trembling voice.

Jonathan kept coming with me.

News of my mother's murder began to be broadcast on television. The story quickly spread across the country.

Mama Tiur and Citra came to us to Polda to provide support.

"Excite, Liana! Keep thinking husnudzon, honey! We're all with you."

Mama Tiur's warm embrace reminded me even more of Mama Farida.

"Hik hik hicks... Mama! Mamaa...!"

This cry is an outpouring of emotions of heart sadness that is constantly being whacked.

Oh, my God, I am tired, God!

Nope, no! You can't be tired, Liana! Don't let your guard down! Don't surrender! God loves you so much. God is always near you. Believe that! Do not doubt the power of Allah SWT!

I can finally just move on. The letters of Alfatihah, An-Nas and Al-Ikhlas became the healers of my badly wounded heart.

O God, my Lord, I am sincere in all the trials you have given me. I am sincere, O God, if this You give to the evildoers of the sins of my ancestors. I'm sincerely Lillahi Ta'ala.

These tears keep on dripping.

Until the puffy and swollen eyelids.

The bodies of Mama, Intan and Nadya that night we also buried. Pity if you wait too long. Their spirits must be tormented if we don't bury them immediately.

Mama..., Mama Farida! My dear mother, my beloved mother. May you be calm in nature. Mama is happy on the side of Allah SWT. Intan, Nadja... You are my sisters who are kind, sweet and beautiful. If this is the best for all of you, I'm sincere. I'll try to catch it. Calm down you guys there. Allah is All-Everything. I declare your departure, the best people of my life.

"Hik hik hicks.., Mama!"

The burial ground was red and still wet.

The three people I love are now buried inside.

Tired of my heart, fragile of my soul. But I have to be strong. I cannot be weak. There are still people who love me that I should pay attention to as well. My husband, Genta my younger brother, also Mama Tiur and Jordan also Citra.

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