Two Traitors
S2. 33 Keep helping

Pov Farid's

Not difficult to find because the car in Jakarta is very mushrooming, only the order is lacking. when I came they enthusiastically welcome the order. after giving DP money, and provide certainty of time. I also asked for their phone number, so that when everything is done, they can stand by in the place I mentioned.

After getting a pick up car for the people who delivered the bodies. I rushed back home to Ira's house to report to the person who gave the assignment.

Arriving there, Ari's body was finished being bathed, making Dali request that his pick-up car standby in front of the alley.

I quickly told the rental car pick up, to immediately send 4 units of his car to the location I sent via the application message.

After being bathed, Ari's body was forgiven. Then the channel led by the local Ustad. finished the prayer the residents began to move Ari's body into the coffin, while accompanied by miser.the coffin began to advance, leaving the house to the final resting place.

After coming out of the alley, the coffins began to be put into the hearse that was already stand by waiting. While the residents who want to take the deceased to the cemetery, they ride the same pick-up car has been standby from earlier.

I was with Ira and her mother was assigned by Dali to take her to the grave, while she would accompany his wife, and Arfan was sent with his wife.

The car that I drove, continued to drive following the ambulance that sounded to make anyone's heart will tremble with his voice, like it was reminding us who are still alive, he said, that the last car we rode was a coffin, the best hearse.

Arriving at the cemetery, before long the deceased Ari began to be put into a burrow. because the funeral officials had prepared everything, so that about 12:00 the funeral was completed.

We and the other residents returned to the funeral home, after arriving at home seen the dish was waiting, because that was the custom of the village family, who always prepared a meal after the funeral.

Me and the citizens followed the lunch, only the Dali family and the Arfan family did not come, they continued to calm their grieving subordinates.

After eating I entered the house, Ira was still hugged by Calista. Dali's wife continued to calm the grieving woman, like a brother who is giving encouragement to another brother. Calista looks to love Ira like she loves a sibling.

"Sir RT done eating?" dali asked as she looked towards me who had just come.

"The Power is Sir."

"Please call here...!"

I was about to sit back up, then met Mr. RT, who was seen chatting with other residents. I relayed what from the order so that the village chief, entered the house.

"Sorry Mr. RT interfered. I want to ask about the next body management like what?"

"Oh want to ask about that, maybe a more understanding Mr. Ustad, I briefly call him."

Mr. RT got up, then came out of the house, before long he returned, followed by someone wearing a cocoa shirt and wearing a peci.

"Sorry sir, the habit here after taking care of the dead especially, because I did not precede Bu Ira. Tali saw the condition as it is now, maybe they can not be discussed," said Dali conveyed his question.

"To take care of the body, I think it is enough. because the obligation to take care of the body for the living there are only four. first bathing, caffeinating, soldering and burying." Answer the man called ustad.

"Keep Is there any knowledge or no knowledge?"

"For that matter, many scholars argue.but the habit of the people here to pray together, so that the body is received at the side of the god subhanahu wa ta'ala, as well as comforting the bereaved family. rather than comforting us with useless things, we should gather together and pray for those who have gone before us."

Arfan and Dali were seen staring at each other, maybe they were talking to each other through their secret codes. "what if Ira's mother's family wants to hold the throne?" Dali asked again.

"If you make a statement, about what time is Pak ustad?"

"Normally after performing the prayers of Isha or ba'da Magrib. because the people in this village, the habit if the afternoon they just returned to work, they can not attend because tired." Obviously Mr. Ustad.

"According to Mr. Ustad is better after magrib or after Isya?"

"If in my opinion it is quiet after Isya so that the time is free.if after the magrib, it is like being chased after Isya time," replied Mr. RT gave an excuse.

"Yes, right!" timoal pak ustad's.

Finally the deliberation ended with the decision that will hold tahlilan after performing Isha prayers. After everything was done, the officials asked for permission to return to their homes, following the residents who had been seen leaving the funeral home, leaving me, Dali's family and Arfan's family.

"Sir Farid, for a while Please accompany Ms. Ira, please help all her needs. Pity him alone, because I have interests, while Mr. Dali must take care of the office again," explained Arfan began to give the task.

"Well sir, what should I do?" I asked as challenging.

"Father please find a place for the cake seller, to hold the tahlilan, and help other needs, needed by the family of Bu Ira."

"Can I bring my wife?"

"By, please....! if the Vinanya's mother wants to," replied Arfan did not look objected.

After giving the order he also said goodbye, because he thought there was still business that must be resolved soon.so also Dali, he and his wife joined the farewell, later in the afternoon they promised they would come again, and again, to help prepare for tahlil.

Before leaving Dali leave the car, to accompany my duties ordered to help the Ira family. Do not forget to give money to meet the needs of tahlil events.

After the departure of the Mandiri Group officials, Ira's house was very quiet, leaving only me, Ira with her mother, plus some residents who were still accompanying, maybe they felt sorry for these two poor women. Because the two women continued to cry lamenting the departure of her son and brother. Slowly I began to approach Ira who was sitting in the living room, her tears continuing to flow like there was a source inside.

"Sorry Mom Ira" I said as I sat down next to her.

Ira did not answer, but she stared at the coming sound. Her eyes were moist and reddened so perfectly, because from the moment she heard the news of grief, until now she had not stopped crying, she had not stopped crying, It was as if he wanted to exhaust all his tears.

"I was assigned by Mr. Dali and Mr. Arfan to accompany and provide for all the needs of the family of Bu Ira. But I have something to say, I can invite my wife to accompany me here?" I asked with great caution.

As before, he did not answer. He just nodded his head, then stared at the carpet as a clear liquid spilled over his black skirt.

After getting her approval, I asked for permission to contact Vina, to accompany me who is very lonely here, because it is only I know.

"What's the matter, honey, the clock's collision has called?" Ask my wife after my phone is connected.

"There is sad news, Ms. Ira her brother died. You can come here no, to accompany her.because pity there is no brother who accompanied."

"Why, no brothers?"

"There are no brothers, but his brother lives far from Jakarta, the closest he said in Bandung."