
After a twenty-minute drive, Fely and Maya arrive at a public burial ground on the outskirts of the village, in her grandmother's birthplace.
After saying their greetings to enter the tomb area to make a pilgrimage to the graves of the parents of Maya mother. They were both squatting between two mounds of dirt that had been overgrown with grass on the top.
"Bun, do we need to remove the grass?" ask Fely to mom.
Tomb pilgrimage is not a tradition for their families, so Fely does not understand it. However, Fely never missed a single moment to pray for her late father, husband, and grandparents who had been absent at the end of her prayers after performing the prayer.
"No dear, later after praying just clean up the already high and leave some, then take the dried leaves. The grass is still wet is useful for the bodies in the tomb, let the navel is still overgrown with live plants in the hope that God will ease their sins," said the mother told.
"Well, Bun," said Fely obediently.
"Now let us pray" said the mother then raised her hand up and began to recite the prayer.
Mayan mother gave alphatihah letters and short letters to her parents and did not forget to ask forgiveness for both parents, so that their sins would be lightened by God.
The Prophet said, if the man dies, it will be cut off in practice except for three things, namely shadaqoh jariyah, useful knowledge, and the righteous child who prays for him. (CHR. Al-Bukhari)
Unbeknownst to them was someone who had been watching them from afar hiding behind a towering tree.
"Sir, we should leave now, it looks like they're almost done praying" his assistant said.
The old man walked slowly while stomping his cane to the ground as his footing. He returned home with an erratic feeling in his heart.
It makes him remember his past which is able to turn him into a cold and cruel man. Hatred has undermined his conscience against the poor woman.
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"Sir, is this the coffee?" said a loyal assistant while keeping a cup of black coffee on the table.
"Hmm !" he answered without a word without looking back at his interlocutor.
"Is there anything you want again, sir?" ask an assistant.
"No.., you come out!" her word.
"Okay, sir, I'm sorry" said his assistant.
The old man gulped down a little of his drink, then went back on to read the book he had not finished since yesterday. A novel titled Descendants to the Seven by author Reo Ruari Onsiwasi. His heart began to waver after reading it, there is told that one's destiny is not separated from his predecessor, and the destiny of his descendants will not be separated from his behavior during life.
Until the night before he could not sleep thinking about it. How his words could turn against him. When his curse returned to his descendants.
How could he be willing to lose his only offspring if the marriage persisted. He did not want to lose his favorite grandson. Until all night he remained awake thinking about the fate of Raka in the future.
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