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Feeling awkward


Mr. Zayen who was still suspicious about the death of his son, he immediately walked towards the morgue.


"Sister, where are you going?"


"I want to see if my son is dead. I wanted to see it firsthand, I was very curious and wanted to confirm it straight away. Police said Zicko's body was intact. How could it be, Zicko has not been found for one week. Then when found no sign of wound in the persecution or anything else, Zicko's body should have rotted." Replied Mr. Zayen who arrived to doubt the death of his son.


At that time, Seyn also felt suspicious of Zicko's death. "All right, let's see now." Sahut Mr. Seyn who also felt that something was up.


Suddenly Mr. Seyn remembered an idea, at that moment his mind began to investigate.


"Wait, don't go in yet." Prevent Mr. Seyn.


"What's up, Seyn?" asked Mr. Zayen to stop his footsteps.


"You're the father, you can definitely make sure Zicko is real and also fake. Remember first, so you're not wrong to make sure it's Zicko or not." Mr. Seyn replied, at once Mr. Zayen remembered a sign that was on his son.


"Yes, I remember. Zicko had a scar on his leg, the wound was never allowed to be removed." Said Mr. Zayen who remembered a story to his son when he was a teenager, when he graduated from school.


"Is there any other sign on Zicko? who knows, someone's still stuck after the scar on Zicko's leg."


"Nothing, all clean. Come on, we'll meet in the morgue before the body gets wrapped up."


"Wait, Uncle." A man who stopped his footsteps.


Mr. Zayen turned to the source of the voice then, a man who was no stranger to his memory had approached him.


"Denra?"


"Yes, Uncle. I'm so sorry, Uncle. Forgive me for meeting Uncle, because I am very busy at the Company. Vey told me that Zicko is no more. And today too, Grandpa is being treated in the hospital for his illness." Denra.


"Thank you Den, I hope your grandfather gets well soon. Then Uncle wants to go into the morgue, see you." Mr. Zayen, then without further ado, immediately entered the morgue accompanied by Mr. Seyn. While Mr. Guntara and Grandpa Alfan were waiting for him in the waiting room. Because it is not good to enter the morgue of more than two people.


While at the morgue, Mr. Zayen and Mr. Seyn were accompanied by officers. Not only that, there was one of the police officers who also accompanied him. Fear, unwanted things happen.


His arrival in front of Zicko's body, Mr. Zayen quietly removed the body cover.


Slowly with mixed feelings it feels, sad, anxious, was was, disbelief has mastered the way of his mind.


Instantly, both Mr. Zayen and Mr. Seyn were shocked to see it. Mr. Zayen seemed to not believe what he saw, even seemed to dream and felt struck by lightning in a hole when he saw a pale face on his son. Carefully, Mr. Zayen made sure of his son's face. Afraid, it was only his hallucinations that were carried away in his shadow.


"Are you really my son Zicko? I don't think you're my son, Papa still doesn't believe this fact, if you're really gone in this short time." Said Mr. Zayen who still did not believe the figure in front of him was his favorite son.


Still unsatisfied, Mr. Zayen recalled a message from Mr. Seyn to examine the scar on his son's leg.


Slowly Mr. Zayen opened his legs again and tried to check them again.


Suddenly, his heartbeat could not be controlled. No longer because of falling in love, but a feeling that can not be written or to be explained. Mr. Zayen bowed sadly, now he was no longer able to say the word. The bitter reality was as bitter as it had to accept, and impossible to avoid.


Likewise with Mr. Seyn, he also grew sad when he saw a bitter reality that must be accepted.


Since the time had not been able to linger in the morgue for long, Mr. Zayen and Mr. Seyn were asked to leave immediately. It was time to be buried soon. Before being sent to a public funeral, the management of the body in accordance with his religion is embraced. Mr. Zayen and his family were not separated from Zicko's body until the completion of his management from bathing to the end point.


With a hollow body and no hope left, Mr. Zayen no longer shuddered a word.


Arriving in the waiting room with Grandpa Alfan, Mr. Zayen sat leaning back with his blank look. Grandfather Alfan understood the feelings of his son who lost his only son and his favorite son. Really, it's really hard to accept. But how else, no one can avoid fate. All will have time to leave the mortal World.


"Get your heart strong, you're not completely missing Zicko. You still have a grandson who will be your son's successor. Niko is your successor, do not torture yourself with this sadness of yours. Show Niko, you can make Niko into someone strong and certainly proud." Grandpa Alfan said trying to strengthen his son, although Grandpa Alfan himself was sad and very lost his grandson. Moreover, just having a Zicko, must be very hit with the departure of Zicko so fast.


As much as possible, Mr. Zayen is trying to look strong and strong in front of others.


After waiting long enough for Zicko's body to be taken care of, it was not long before it was ready to be taken to a public cemetery.


On the way, Mr. Zayen could only remain silent and silent. Even his gaze was empty and there was nothing more to encourage his life.


While Mr. Zayen's wife still keeps curiosity, plus Mr. Viko who had been silent and did not answer questions from his brother-in-law. Afraid, if at any time can be confused with speech that can make his sister-in-law jerih fainted in the car.


With a fairly high speed, not long after it had arrived at the public cemetery. Ms. Afna was suddenly shocked and shocked when the car she was driving was in the public funeral area.


"Vik, why are we going to the funeral? what's the matter? who died? let's explain Vik. You don't make anything Vik, quick! explain." Lady Afna who is getting curious.


"Later Brother will know for himself, we better go among the people who have been crowded there." replied Mr. Viko while pointing at the direction pointed at his sister-in-law.