Terror Use
chapter 38

Arriving in front of my grandmother's house Ijah , it turns out that there are many residents who are huddled , they seem stunned to see my appearance is messy.

My hair was messy, my clothes were dirty from the fall, my knees were also injured

they stared at me .

"my God is Nuri..."

"yes it's Nuri..."

"but why with her ..."

"Why did you steal?..."

"what happened to you Nur ?"

Those questions were heard in my ears but none of them I answered, my goal was only one to meet Grandpa Ijah, I also entered through the crowd of citizens who blocked my path.

Until finally I managed to enter and see the state of Nek Ijah . Sobs sounding heartbreaking ,nek Ijah lying weakly on his bed, it turns out there is a mother there , mother looking at me

"astaghfirullah Nur, where are you from, this is why, what happened to you ?"I asked her to panic at my situation

"what are you Nuri? asked a mother who was crying holding the hands of a mother who was crying, I nodded then the mother told me to come closer

"here son, my mother asked you from earlier" she asked me to come closer

I followed and sat down beside the mother

"grandmother why, this is Nuri nek" I said to Grandma Ijah

"Nu ri.. ka mu who sa bar ya,ne nek me nya yangi mu.." said Nek Ijah brick-styled

"grandmother, I'm not a da bany nyak any more time, ne nek ha ngin i ngin meli hat mu unt uk the last "

"no grandma don't talk like that, granny must be cured, Nur will take care of grandma, granny nurses, granny must be healed ya nek" exclaimed I sobbed

"you came back Nuri was already here" said a middle-aged man on his cell phone who may have had his father harris because his face was similar to Haris .

"you're a good girl, nek sure sua tu when na ti you'll get a better man than ri Haris" he said again

I no longer deny it is just a sobbing that is heard from my mouth

"mother..." cried the middle-aged mother who seemed to be Haris' mother.

"grandmother ...wake grandma ,grandmother ..."my shriek anyway

"innalilahi wa innailaihi Raji'un.

Coinciding with that Haris came with his wife, who in times of this situation was attached to her.

He kicked the rough hand held by his wife until she escaped, he rushed to hug the corpse of Nek Ijah.

"apologize Haris and sorry Haris, because Haris grandma so this way, sorry Haris nek "cries Haris crying while still hugging his grandmother's body

Crying was heard until it came out so that the residents outside also felt sad and grieving.

Soon a loud voice from the mosque announced the sad news and shortly afterwards came the mourners.

I was asked to calm down, my mother pushed me out, because I felt weak in my body and also hurt my feet when I was taken to walk.

Haris looked compassionately at me but I ignored her, just looking at her my heart felt unable to.

Mother took me to sit on the outside porch with legs that I offered, some residents came up to me to question my situation.

"actually what happened to you, Nur, why are your legs injured like this?" ask mom to worry about me

"Mother, Tadi Nuri fell while running towards here" I replied weakly

"while I called Mak Narti yes incidentally he was there to pray "his word again, Mamak Narti is a masseur in my village,

Not far behind me I saw Haris standing looking at me, visible from the reflection of the window of his neighbor's front house Nek Ijah, he was like coming to me but his wife was holding back by pulling her hand .

Mak Narti also came, he directly sorted my legs, according to his feet ranging from calves to my ankles,I didn't feel any pain, but when I got to my ankle I started screaming in pain

"aakkkhhh...aduh ..sick....aaaarrrgghh "I groan and sob.

I hold my mother's hand tightly.

Until I felt very weak, until I finally did not realize myself.

I woke up staring around

"in my room" I muttered

I wish it was just a dream but after seeing my knees in the bandage I finally realized that what happened just now was reality.

My tears came back, I lost two dear ones at once, why is this happening to me? "my scream in my heart

"have you woken up?" ask mom to enter my room

"you who are patient, Nur, you must be strong, give up your sincerity, may Nek Ijah be calm in his nature now, we pray, may his worship be received by Allah" said mom wiped tears on my cheek

"you also have to be sincere, maybe Haris is not your soul mate, I'm sure there will be a man who will really love you, and love you, your life is still long, you know,do not despair yes, already do not cry later the beauty is lost, men are still many ko, you want what, then I will find "said mom comfort me

my tears broke again I cried sobbing in my mother's arms, my mother rubbed my back.

"don't cry, will you come to the funeral?" asked the mother and answered a nod by me, because indeed Nek Ijah died when before the Maghrib then the funeral was held tomorrow , ' 'cause , and I passed out to bablas to sleep until I woke up this morning.

Wearing a black robe and a black veil I stepped with the residents who took the body of the nek ijah to his final resting place.

There was no more sobbing from me, my eyes were empty forward with my mother who had just kept on embracing my shoulders.

Arriving at the funeral I saw the father who helped dig the grave resting while waiting for our arrival

***

Now everyone has come home to my own home, accompanied by my mother who was never far from me, I sit on the red ground with my hand holding a headstone.

Blowing breeze through my body, I silently pray in my heart pray for the best for the late mother Ijah , suddenly I felt my hand touching my headstone as if it was cold, I saw my head looking at my hand.

"nek Ijah"my lyrics

"klhas it all, grandma hope you can live your life well" said yes while smiling at me

"iya Nur will try to summarize everything "my sahut stared at the face of Grandma Ijah

Suddenly my head felt dizzy my vision began to blur, then I was again unconscious.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

seriated