Flocking Payment
CHAPTER 26 - God Sends Him

"Whatever's more beautiful, where are you going?"

Ameera's smile expanded as Ayumi praised her. As recommended by Cakra, she uses a light blue abaya which is a birthday gift from her sister-in-law in Bandung a few months ago, not forgetting the same veil.

The praise from Ayumi was not the first time she had gotten this morning. Since this morning, precisely when bathing into the river accompanied by Rukmini, Ameera has been flooded with praise because it woke up when it was still dark. Everything he did was for the sake of Cakra, minimizing time because he did not want to make Cakra wait later.

"Tea."

"Huh? Why, Yu?" All this time Ameera's life has been full of praise, it should not be strange anymore until this kind of daydreaming.

"Where are you? Take a study with Ambu, right?"

"Oh no, Yu .. wants a pilgrimage," Ameera replied confirming. Luckily, Ayumi did not ask deeper, she just smiled then said goodbye because she had to teach to school.

Auspicious for Ameera, she was worried that her encounter with Cakra would be a problem, even more so in the first meeting Ameera witnessed how close they were.

Long enough after Ayumi left, the new Cakra arrived on her motorcycle. Ameera who had been waiting on the terrace had obviously approached Cakra immediately. Just as Ameera was once fascinated with the appearance of Cakra with her new motor, so was Cakra.

"Beauty, where's the thief?"

Ameera flicked her lips, she did not expect at all that Cakra would praise with such a sentence. "Open mine!! Time is gone."

Chakra was blown away, Ameera's lips that advanced a few centi looked so cute in her eyes. The beginning of a very good meeting, not nothing Cakra has made his woman frown. "Which word?"

"When I left, I was alone ... Mahendra took a bath" Ameera explained, though not asked, as if confirming that Cakra had come too late.

"I'm bad luck, there was a little business earlier," Cakra said while pairing a helmet for Ameera, although in the countryside still safety is the main thing.

"How comfortable is that?"

"Surely, it is you who asked to be covered by the fire," replied Ameera frowning, presumably nothing wrong and she had done what she should.

"I mean closed, but I don't have to wear an abaya either." Cakra turned his head, making sure that Ameera could ride on his bike.

Honestly, he was worried that Ameera was uncomfortable, and there was little intention that her clothes should be covered. However, despite the doubts of Cakra as big as that, but Ameera herself convinced that she was very comfortable wearing it.

"Already."

The first time was hit by Cakra with a different atmosphere. Their purpose this time was clear, not just to trace the path of the capital like that time, but to the resting place of the woman who had given birth to Cakra.

For some reason, Ameera's nervousness seems not much different from someone who will meet prospective in-laws. In fact, he went on a trip and recited a prayer that he had learned from his brother to be a little calmer.

Not so long ago, Cakra suddenly pulled over and stopped his motor until Ameera who was sitting behind gawked for a moment. Not because they were stunned after the scenery as usual, but surprised because they feel familiar with the place they are now walking.

"Cock here?" tanya Ameera stared at the confused Cakra which was now coming down and approaching towards her, not forgetting to bring a bunch of flowers and water that was needed as a ziara equipment.

Ameera thought the grave of the late mama Cakra was in the TPU which was known to be in the upper reaches of the village, she had even smeared her face and hands with sunscreen as she suspected their journey would be that far. In fact, the place that Cakra means is none other than under the banyan tree which was a friend of Ameera's confidant last night.

"Seriously?"

"Hm, seriously."

Until the end, Ameera still hopes if Cakra jokes. However, seeing Cakra extend a hand and asking him to step up immediately made Ameera comply immediately.

"Mama's tomb is over there," said Cakra pointed ahead there, the man's speech increasingly makes Ameera confused, why the tomb of her mother was separated.

Nevertheless, Ameera still harbored the question in order to maintain the mood of Cakra. Although both parents are still complete, but Ameera knows very well how her pain stemmed the longing in people who have gone home.

The departure of Opa Ibra a few years ago, and followed by Oma Kanaya not long ago is enough to be a picture of the current mood of Cakra. Of course he will not talk much when Cakra is pensive looking at the tombstone of the mother.

"Sorry, Ma, the new chakra had come today .. mama knows, the grass around our house to propagate to the wall because it is too long dingal," said Cakra involuntarily shed tears, not forgetting the smile full of falsehood he showed there.

Ameera lowered her head, she did not want to show if she was crying. The longer he heard, Ameera's heart grew sicker. The barrage of complaints of a child who was hit by misfortune was like an indecision that scratched the heart of Ameera. "But you don't have to worry, the last few days God sent someone as chatty as you, so I have Cakra as his friend" said Cakra at the end until the woman looked up, but he is not necessarily what Cakra means.

However, when Ameera looked up she realized that Cakra was staring at her, "And today I brought her. Her name is Ameera, Ma, complete Ameera Hatma," cakra still stared fixedly at Ameera.

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Finished introducing Ameera to the late mother, the man gave his leave immediately, not forgetting he sent a series of prayers and Ameera accompanied him. The pilgrimage is Cakra, but whose eyes are swollen and even difficult to breathe is Ameera.

"Already dong, Ra, whose name is a living creature will not be separated from death," said Cakra then embrace the shoulder of Ameera who still continues to vibrate.

Unfortunately, Cakra's attempts to appease Ameera were not at all successful. He kept sobbing and unfocused in taking steps, until it made Ameera's feet stumble right over the tomb that was right near the banyan tree last night, the tomb that Cakra said was the victim of the massacre.

"No, I told you to stop crying .. good thing to step on the tomb, if Abah Asep's stomach how?"

Ameera did not immediately answer, not because of pain or anything like that, but her eyes were now focused on staring at the name on the tombstone. "Darmawangsa Gutama?"

"Ameera, why shut up? Is anyone sick? Try saying, don't be quiet like this, I'm panicking," urged Cakra to ask Ameera to answer immediately.

"Cakra ... ma-tomb this? Who?" asked Ameera with trembling lips, she looked at Cakra who was now frowning in the scorching sun.

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- To Be Continued