The Tomb Next to the House
35. The Tomb beside the House

"Ma, wake up."

The account woke up hearing a familiar letter in that ear.

The althaf? That's the voice of Althaf, my son.

Reach the two eyelids are still heavy I open wide. My focus was immediately on Althaf's face looking at me in the shade.

Immediately I hugged the body that filled it, inhaling the distinctive body scent that I always longed for.

"Why is this mama?" Althaf tried to break a hug but did not let it.

"Mama misses."

"And every day we meet, Ma."

Finally I broke into a hug, watching Althaf's face closely. Even my fingers slightly poked on each side of his face.

"What the hell, Ma?"

"You're really Mama's Al, aren't you?" many reassuring.

"Keep if you don't have Mama, who else does this Al belong to?"

"Lord .... " A half whispered I answered.

"But whenever Al has a Mama."

"Don't stay with Mama" I asked to grab Althaf's hands.

"Al is always there for Mama. It's here." Althaf touched his own chest.

My reflexes also touched my chest. Smiling proudly returned his shady smile.

"Ma .... "

"Nghh ... Al ... "my sigh when I hear a heavy voice calling.

"Ma. Awake, Ma. Eat first, yuk?" Raihan's voice brought me back to reality.

Oh, it turns out I was just a dream ....

Wishing Althaf's death was also a nightmare. But unfortunately I woke up. And what I am experiencing right now I can still feel.

"Feed yuk first, Dek." Raihan tried to persuade me who was still silent did not respond.

"In a moment we'll take care of Al's body. The neighbors help us" he continued.

"Al's not dead yet, Mas. He said he wouldn't leave us" my racau.

"Istighfar, Deck. Al was calm there. We can only send prayers to Al."

I went back to silence. Suddenly a thought came to mind in the brain. Then I got back to sounding. "We buried Althaf next to the house, did we?"

Dahi mas Raihan wrinkled deep. A sign that he's thinking about my request. I hope he will grant my wish at this time. It's really weird. Burying someone next to the house?

A crazy idea taken from a mother who has not been willing to part with her beloved child. Honestly, I haven't been able to get far from Althaf. Then I will insist that Raihan will grant my request.

"As far as you are. How good."

An answer that brought me back to the taste of eating. I hugged my husband's body that felt so powerless. Channeling strength so that we stay strong together.

And Althaf's funeral went well. The citizens who have been silent at home, are currently accompanying every moment of our final homage to Althaf.

Like the original plan. We dismantled the tomb that he said was sacred. The tomb next to the house that turned out to be just an empty tomb, is now the final resting place for our beloved son.

If I recall, next to Althaf's tomb is the tomb of his new sister in the form of a lump of blood. I will be honest with Raihan mas later, if the situation is a little conducive.

About Althaf's death. An old grandmother I once met near Sendang Wangi told me. If the blood flowing from the sacred tomb is the blood of Althaf.

So, the position of Althaf at that time was like a simalakama fruit. Buried in the grave alive. Or come out but die of blood loss.

I don't know why it could be like that. But the old grandmother said that Althaf's soul was wanted by Mr. Kades' pet creature.

Really old fucking jackass! It's dead and still hurts others.

A soft tombstone inscribed with the name of Althaf Qois bin Raihan on top of the navel with a red soil that is still wet decorated with sprinkles of fresh flowers.

A few memory pieces came through while we were still together. A sense of regret immediately attacked the heart that was being troubled.

Unconsciously we do not know, that there are so many things that we are less appreciative of. But it becomes something that others dream of. Things that we are not grateful for its existence, it becomes a dream and a great hope for others.

Not everyone gets the same opportunity. God entrusts that trust with love.

But do we ever think, how many times do we complain about His best decisions?

How many times have we been dissatisfied with His best answer?

How many times do we want other things that are far more perfect than today's best gift from Him?

Goodbye, Son.

Mama's prayer is always with you ....