When Love Should Determine
Chapter 97

That night also Ani was buried on the grounds of not wanting to hold the body longer, after all, no relatives were awaited again.

All funeral preparations are completed. Bu Ani's body is ready to be bathed. One of the pallbearers offered the family a bath, and Iqbal volunteered.

I want it to feel like Larissa also bathed, but the condition is not possible because she has an excessive fear of mayites. He could have fought his fears for the sake of his mother, but at that time he was also coming by the moon.

In religion, women who are coming to the moon are forbidden to touch the corpse because of the fear of blood regarding the corpse. And because of this so Larissa was forced to not be able to come.

After being bathed by the body of Ani's mother in the caravan. And after praying the body, the body was ready to be taken to the cemetery.

The tears also accompanied the departure of Bu Ani to the final resting place. I want it to feel like Larissa is coming flat, but the situation is not possible. He can only pray, may the mother be forgiven all sins and wrongs, and placed beside Allah SWT.

SI'IRAN GUARDIAN

Laa ilaaha illallah almaqul khaqul mubin

Muhammadur rosulullah shodiqul wa'dil amiin

Iling sira manungsa ngelingono anggonmu naji prayer

Mumping durung katekan angel periur

Calle kang Maha Kuasa gelem ora will be taken

Here's a white sandang yen wes budhal ra iso mulih

Tumpaane java train papat wheel manungsa

Jujugane omah guwa without pillow without clasps

Omahe ra onok lawange turu ijen ra kancane son

Covered anjang-alang in the den satan kembang

Stairs on nyambang tangise kaya wong nembang

Yen najai arang perondo imane less

Salamullah ala thoha rosulillah

Salamullah ala yasin habibillah

Luwih Loro luwih already rasane wong ana hell

Klabang kures scorpion klabang geni ula geni

Gada geni rante geni cawisane wong kang

Ing wani marang Pengeran gemampang dawuh Pengeran

Luwih mulya luwih mukti rasane wong ana

cinawisan widadari pitungty punjul siji

Babut mattresses marinated cawisane wang kang bekti

Ngabekti marang Pengeran ngambul dawuhe Pengeran

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There is nothing Larissa can do but say thousands of words to everyone who has helped, as well as an apology on behalf of the mother.

The atmosphere of the house was quiet again after everyone left. Larissa has not rested her body because the husband has not returned, especially she cannot sleep alone. Finally, she decided to clean her mother's room.

Larissa just finished cleaning the room, Iqbal also entered the mother's room to take something that either Larissa did not know. Then he said, "Larissa, the letters of this house I brought first!."

Nyess....

Larissa's heart pinched hearing the brother's words. "Mother just got buried, brother! but why are you even talking about inheritance now? Can't you wait for seven days for mom's death? Or at least until tomorrow morning?" inner scream. "If it makes you satisfied, then fine!. I'll give you those letters."

"Please take me, brother! I don't expect much from this house either. It's just that I told my mom once, even if this house was given to me, I wouldn't occupy it. One day if my house can be occupied, then I will rent this house. Then the rent will I put into the charity box at the mosque so that it can be a charity for the mother," Larissa replied firmly.

Iqbal fell silent at Larissa's reply, not expecting that his stepbrother would grant her request so easily. At first he thought Larissa would take the letters away from him, but she didn't. "Don't say that! Mother's son there are two, so this house we divide two equally, "he said slowly.

Larissa paid no heed to Iqbal's sweet words and stayed on her feet. "No need, brother! I said that to my mother. If you want to take him, then go ahead! It's the same for me."

Iqbal passed by leaving Larissa without saying anything more.

Larissa looked at the departure of her sister. "You have shown your true character, brother. It was only a few minutes ago that I was buried, but you can't wait to talk about the inheritance."

Larissa did not want to think about it anymore and decided to continue her work that had been delayed.

While cleaning under the bed, Larissa saw a pile of files strewn about. He took it and examined it one by one.

How surprised he was when he found the house letters were among the files he found earlier. "If the letters of this house are still here, then what did Iqbal take? Maybe he took it wrong?" he asked confusedly. "if indeed brother did not take these letters, then why did he say that?."

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The sun was smiling this morning. But the grief still enveloped Larissa's heart due to the departure of her mother last night. Seeing the food presented, not the least arousing appetite to eat. But she still serves food because it is impossible to let her husband starve just because of his grief. Moreover, it is his duty as a wife.

The mourners began to come back and forth to offer their condolences. Larissa found the mourners accompanied by Hamzah. He did not want to be left alone in such circumstances. To the mourners he asked for forgiveness for the mother for all the mistakes whether intentional or not.

By noon Iqbal came and asked Larissa to speak. "After I thought, you better take the letters of this house with you" Iqbal said directly to the point without further ado.

Larissa nodded. "As for the big brother," he said flatly.

After saying that Iqbal just passed by, while Larissa smiled faintly at his departure.

Daylight mourners began to diminish. Larissa decided to use the time to briefly rest the body. He was very tired and sleepy. Moreover, he continued to wake up almost full night.

He closed his eyes for a few minutes, but suddenly he screamed. Hamzah came in and woke him up. "Encus, what's wrong? Let's get up!" he said, shaking Larissa's body.

Larissa flinched and woke up from sleep. The hunting breath seemed as if a ghost had just chased, cold sweat running down his forehead, yet he was not fully conscious.

Hamzah patted her shoulder and asked, "You why? what's screaming in fear like that?."

Larissa did not answer Hamzah's question and instead burst into his arms. Tears flow from the eyes.

Hamzah returned Larissa's embrace. Next to her hand rubbed her hair. "Why crying? You're having nightmares?."

Larissa grew sobbing in Hamzah's arms. "I dream of mom, Entik!."