TITISAN MARANTI'S
DISJUNCT
Nur Rahman was shocked to see the spirit of the little boy climb onto the back of the man in white. The man who was walking straight at first suddenly held his back while complaining of pain.
“Why, Sir?” ask Mr. Ibnu.
“Nothing, Sir. My back relapsed again,” said the man by walking while spawning his own back.
While Nur Rahman still pay attention to the spirit of the little boy who looks preoccupied playing on the back and shoulders of the man. However, Nur Rahman's vision did not last long, a few seconds later the little boy's spirit disappeared. And the five of them arrived at the mortuary. Nur Rahman saw the spirit of Rendi standing in front of the room as if he was welcoming the arrival of the five of them.
“I'll let you bathe, Ren!” nur Rahman whispered to the spirit of his best friend.
“Who are you talking to, Nur?” ask Nizwar.
“Not there, Nizwar. I just muttered, Nur Rahman replied.
A cry of sadness returned as the five bathed Rendi. Lots of wounds in the chest and legs of Rendi and has been sewn by the Puskesmas officer. The worst on his face and head. As a friend who has often communicated with Rendi, the four of them still do not believe that Rendi has died due to an accident.
“Mas, soon we will purify the bodies of your friends. Please don't fall in her tears again, will you? Let your friend rest in peace,” said the man dressed in white.
Nur Rahman and his three friends also obeyed the man's order, so the event was completed body bathing followed by the event wrapped the body of Rendi with a shroud. Oddity occurs when they try to tie a piece of cloth over Rendi's head. Every man tied her up, the bond came back apart easily. The man panicked because during his time as the officer who bathed the corpse, he had never experienced such difficulties. Nur Rahman who saw something was not right took over the task of the man and it turns out he managed to tie it up. After that they also left back the corpse of Rendi who had been forgiven in the room while waiting for an ambulance that will deliver the body of Rendi to his home.
The three office friends Nur Rahman waiting for the arrival of an ambulance in front of the morgue, while Nur Rahman permission to go to the toilet to his friends when in fact he was following the man in white uniform who was walking towards a room.
“Assalamualaikum ..” Nur Rahman greeted the man in the white uniform.
“Waalaikumsalam .. What's up, Mas?” ask the man while turning around.
“Pak, I'd like to talk to you for a moment. Am I interrupting Father's time?” sahut Nur Rahman's.
“Oh no. Please sit down, Mas!” the man's orders.
“Thank you, sir,” replied Nur Rahman while taking the provided seat.
The man watched Nur Rahman's movements with curiosity. While Nur Rahman was busy paying attention to the objects in the room.
“It looks like there's something very important huh, Mas? How could I seriously see me? Does this have anything to do with the body of Mas's friend who we just bathed?” ask the man impatiently.
“Monggo, Mom! Is this related to my service to you? If there is anything less than the maximum, I apologize,” said the man politely.
“Not, Sir. I want to ask about the boy to Mr.” Nur Rahman replied straightforwardly while pointing towards the photo that was behind the man.
The man immediately turned his head towards the photo of the little boy displayed behind his chair.
“Why did Mas suddenly ask me this photo of my son?” the man asked suspiciously to Nur Rahman.
“So, the child in the photo is the daughter of the Father?” nur Rahman asked no less surprised.
“Iya, Mas. This is a picture of my son. Wh why? Have you ever met my son?” ask the man again.
Nur Rahman did not rush to answer. The young man was astonished by the man's words. From the direction of the conversation, it seems that the man does not yet know that his daughter is dead.
“This photo when my son was six years old. She is very funny and intelligent just like her mother. Unfortunately he had to stay apart with me because two years ago we got divorced. His mother took him away from this town. I have lost contact with my ex-wife since we separated. It seems like my ex-wife's lover doesn't want me to be on good terms with my ex-wife. For two years I have not been able to meet my son. I've been trying to find my wife's address by asking all my ex-wife's friends and relatives, but no one knows where my wife moved to take my son. Please, Mas! If Mas has ever seen my son, tell me where did Mas see him?” the man pleaded with Nur Rahman to give information about his daughter to the man.
Nur Rahman of course panicked to get such a question. He did not expect that the man did not know about the death of the little boy. Though the arrival of Nur Rahman to the man's room just to ensure the connection between the man and the spirit of the little boy he saw. He thought the man knew about the child's death. Nur Rahman just wanted to make sure there was a last message the little boy had not delivered to the man. If there is, Nur Rahman will try to remind the man. But, the truth is not so. Let alone the last message, even the death of the little boy was not known by the man who turned out to be his real father.
“Mas ... Please me, Mas!” The man grabbed Nur Rahman's hand because he felt Nur Rahman had important information about his daughter's whereabouts.
When Nur Rahman was in such a state of panic, suddenly the spirit of the little boy appeared suddenly next to Nur Rahman. The little boy's hand held Nur Rahman's. So tight, Nur Rahman could not let go of the little boy's handrails. In the condition between being conscious and not, Nur Rahman suddenly spoke in a voice like a child.
“Dad ... I never left our house, Dad. I promised my dad I would stay in that house no matter what. Even though mom forced me, I still don't want to, Dad. Om Jecko also forced me, I still don't want to, Dad. I told them I wanted to stay in that house. I don't care about their anger. The important thing is that I keep my promise to Dad to stay in that house. I'm happy to be in that house, Dad. Even though I have to stay alone. Even though I have to sleep in Grandpa's closet. Importantly, every day I can buy my dad's favorite fresh bread and coffee flavored drinks at Intermart.”
The man cried roaring at the sound of a little boy coming out of Nur Rahman's mouth. Nur Rahman also could not help but cry to hear the confession of the officer's daughter.
“I'm sorry dad, son! Forgive dad! Father should not have said such things to you,” cried the man in the white-and-white uniform while weeping roaring.
Nur Rahman saw the little boy's spirit embracing his father affectionately. His face was no longer as scary as when the young man first met him in front of Intermart.
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