My Mother's Tears
Part 5 Death of Kanjeng Ningrat

While Arya cool to enjoy the beautiful natural atmosphere from the back bench of the bike. On the way to his house, Arya meets a beautiful girl, she smiles at Arya and Arya replies.

At first it felt mediocre, but over time the girl's face was always reflected in Arya's eyes, her sweet smile like unceasingly dancing in her eyes.

That feeling was immediately told Arya to her father. Without thinking, Ningrat agreed.

“Go son, I'm sure that the girl is God's destined soul mate for you.”

“But, where should I find Dad?”

“Search where you've met him back then.”

“Alright, I'll go with Mang Ujang.”

“Ya, go. I must have blessed the relationship between you two.”

“Iya Father, thank you for the blessing that Dad gave me,” Arya said as she left her father alone.

With Mang Ujang, Arya immediately departed by bicycle. Meanwhile Ningrat who had let go of Arya seemed to be sitting quietly on the porch of the house while waiting for the return of her son.

His weak, helpless body occasionally tried to get up from his seat. His confidence in breaking down the tyranny of the difference between the rich and the poor always wanted him to prove it to everyone.

For Ningrat, the treasure is only the care of God alone, which someday will be held accountable. That is why, Arya always distributed the property to the poor and supported the orphans in the village where she lived.

In his old age, Ningrat always came to the homes of the poor by donating a little of his property to all of them. Arya who always accompanied her father wherever he went, over time became accustomed to being followed.

Meanwhile, Burhan who was sitting at the side door of Ningrat house, briefly saw Arya back together with Mang Ujang.

Then Burhan rushed to his mistress who seemed to be asleep in his wheelchair.

“Master, Sir! looks like Den Arya is back,” Burhan whispered in his employer's ear.

“Mana Burhan?”

“That, in front of the gate, Mr.”

Hearing Burhan's words, Ningrat's eyes that started to blur slightly tried to get up and stared intently at the gate.

“You are nak?” ask Arya.

“Iya Father.”

“Where? did you manage to meet that woman?”

“Alhamdulillah, successfully Father.”

“Alhamdulillah.”

“Mang Ujang has also proposed the girl to me, Dad.”

“Thank God, may you mate son.”

“God willing Father.”

In accordance with the agreed plan, one week after that, the Ningrat family was busy repairing the house and decorating it with yellow janur. The guarantee was installed beautifully and neatly.

The villagers have arrived, they all work together, helping the wedding that Arya will do with Kenanga, a daughter of the village head.

All employees and workers and people of Aryan belief, they are all busy fixing the location of the party, must they be rich and have a lot of property, but their Aryan wedding is held simply.

At the simple wedding, which was present only the people of the lower class, there were no officials invited, the folk party they did was special only for the people of the lower class.

When the wall clock shows the number Nine, the ruler came to enter the luxurious house, he looked stunned, when he saw a simple party in a luxurious house.

“Are both witnesses present?” ask penghulu at all who seem to be sitting neatly and quietly.

“Already Sir,” answered both witnesses simultaneously.

“Alright, then let's start his marriage contract.”

NIngrat, who usually uses a wheelchair to sit, asked to be taken down and wanted to sit near his son Arya. At that time Ningrat listened directly as Arya read out the marriage contract in front of everyone.

“Where are the witnesses? is it legitimate?” ask penghulu make sure.

“Bye.!” answer the witness simultaneously.

When the legitimate words were spoken, Arya and Kenanga smiled sweetly. Then suddenly there was a very strong sighing sound from the person who was to the left of Arya.

When Arya turned to her father, it turned out that was the voice***** Ningrat's breath. Arya saw her father drooping weakly helplessly beside her.

“Dad!” arya shouted, raising her father's head.

Seeming Ningrat looked at Arya's face with a blank look, Arya also tried to continue to wake her father who was silent.

“Dad, wake Dad. Wake up…! don't leave me Daddy!” arya said while shaking his father's body.

Suddenly a small coughing sound came from Ningrat's mouth, then a word said softly, the voice almost could not be heard by others.

“My son, Dad is okay, I'm proud of you. Because you have a clean and sincere heart. Where's your sister Roro, son?”

“This is Dad, this is Roro,” Arya said as she held her sister's shoulder that was crying sobbing.

“Im sorry Roro Daddy. Roro rarely visit Daddy,” said Roro slowly.

“Roro, my daughter. Mom and Dad love you so much, son. You two are our good daughters' sons. But right now I can no longer accompany you.

“Iya, Dad. Roro understands very well.”

“Roro my daughter.”

“Iya Father.”

“One request of mine on you son.”

“What is Father, say. Roro promises to always listen to Dad.”

“Roro, you have a hard and haughty nature, I beg you to remove that trait from your heart son, throw it away because it is a shaitan nature. That nature will be a disaster for yourself. Respect your husband, never you rebuke him, let alone speak harshly to him.”

A moment later, Ningrat also sighed and slowly exhaled, at that time Arya also whispered a shahadah in his father's ear, slowly the word was said by Kromo, until he fell weakly in the lap of his son Arya Diningrat.

The sobs could not be contained anymore, the tears seemed to have filled the atmosphere of the room. The event that should have been colored with joy has now turned into a roar of tears.

The situation seems so gripping, the joy that should be enjoyed together, it turns into suffering. It turns out that God willed another on Aryan's wedding day.

Ningrat's body was laid in the middle of the room, with a long cloth lid. The body that was once strong and sturdy, was now stretched stiff helplessly, beside the body of Ningrat who stretched Arya along with Kenanga, seemed to sit still. So is Roro kedasih.

Their tears were unceasingly flowing, Arya occasionally opened her father's face-cover. Sembari do’a.

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