The Tomb Next to the House
54. Grave Transfer

The breeze makes the leaves of frangipani flowers rub against each other. Some of the flowers that had aged fell to the ground.

I walk in the midst of the convoy of men who show a sad face. There are also those who just stare at the road with nanar.

It seems that the sky was also sad, because it was reluctant to continue the sunlight to warm the earth where we stood. Grey clouds began to rule the sky. Until I pray that the water from the sky has not poured out, until today's event is over.

Although I came along with some people, but the atmosphere still felt wise. Until the greeting wind can be heard so clearly entering the ear. Sobs began to dominate as we were about to reach the top event.

The red earth that had been gaping wide, now began to be closed again, hoarded into a small mound that numbered two seeds. Crying still faithfully accompanied. Until the prayer began. Make the atmosphere back wisdom.

The audience is deep. Holding back and stemming the loud roars of crying.

So do I. Who had tried to hold back the clear water that had coated the eyes so as not to drip. Actually I'm a prestige person to show tears.

Because tears make me look weak. If I'm weak, I'm not sure I can keep up with this show until it's over.

After the prayer thread was over, slowly but surely, the convoy began to leave this place. Now it's just me and a man with his own face.

We saw the mound of land that was still wet and decorated with flowers while looking down deeply. I lyrics of a mound of earth decorated with gravestones next to a small mound of land that reads Raihan Aditama Al Qais.

The tears that I was holding back from earlier finally came down from their place as well. But soon I guessed before the man at the side noticed it.

"Just "crying. That's a natural thing. Cry accordingly, and then don't forget to smile again" she told me, which I only heard without any intention of replying. The rubbing of my small vibrating back gently.

Shortly after getting normal vision back, I decided to move the graves of the children who were beside the house to the public cemetery in Sukaraja village. I moved his second grave right next to that of Raihan and my two in-laws.

I have to be sincere, even if it goes against my heart and mind. Can't always be stuck in the same place. I have to dare to move forward.

Especially now that I no longer need to worry about those playful eyes. But that doesn't mean Bryan's good nature doesn't play with my heart.

A paper?

Maybe so. Which person is not touched by someone who is always trying to be there for us? Not just there but caring and understanding. I felt that to him. Isn't that woman's instinct stronger?

"Via?"

"Yes?"

"Who's Rada?" Bryan stared in wonder at the navel with a small mound of earth inscribed with Rada Al-Qaisa next to Althaf's tomb.

Deg.

Oh, my God, how could I forget to tell Bryan about Rada.

"Later to tell. But not here."

"Hm." Bryan agreed.

Very different from the one he used to be. Not the devil-hearted forced jerk anymore. His attitude to me is even far from being a criminal class crocodile**********, which I used to pin on him.

"They? Where's diem?"

Bryan broke my daydream. I was thinking of explaining where I should tell you about the origin of Rada.

After coming home from the funeral I stopped by Bryan's house for a while to talk about this. After all my heart is still not too strong to see my home which holds many memories with my little family.

"Eh, i-yes?" I looked over with a bead that wasn't focused on Bryan.

"Who's Rada? Your son with Raihan? Why do I never know? Then why are you nervous like that?" cecar Bryan looked at my face closely.

Maybe he was upset when he didn't get an answer, and he also noticed my strange gurgle.

"Rada my son, but not the son of the late Raihan," my eventual jawbaku. My heart again felt pain when I said the word 'deceased'.

Akhs! Come on Via, you're strong. Explain everything without crying or emotion.

Honestly, I'm so tired of crying. My eye bags are even swollen and black. Maybe my appearance now is no different from kuntilanak.

"Then? That rada is the result of you doing so with someone else?" Bryan gawked at my answer.

I don't lose stare with him. Has he forgotten what he did before?

"Come, Bryan. No kidding. I'm sure you know what I mean," I argue.

"I don't understand, Via."

Damnit. His expression was so convincing. Is he really amnesiac? Did his head ever hit something?

"You don't remember what you did to me?"

Bryan's mouth opened wider than ever. "You mean I—"

"Yes, Bryan. You don't remember my abrasions? And it happens not just once."

Remembering the times I couldn't maintain my self-esteem, like opening up old wounds that I've been trying to heal.

Oh, comeon. When did this conversation end?

We kept quiet for a long time. Enough time for the man to digest what I'm saying. Bryan's murky water slowly calmed down.

He said softly but his eyes looked sharp. "Try to tell me the details."

What's?! He wants me traumatized or what? But seeing the seriousness of his blasting eyes, I'm sure he wasn't joking.

What's with this Bryan actually?