The Love Story of the Dampit Family
Dreamtime
That day, Hima was devastated by the passing of her beloved son. And his heart again sore, when he saw a man who he hated very much present in the procession of the body of Rama.
"Well, are you here? Go you!" hima shouted at the man.
The apology of the man who had been her husband did not make her want to just give room to the father of the child who had just faced the creator to just vent his guilt.
The man was led by Arjuna out of the funeral home, to calm the situation.
"Pardon my father." sobs the man still weeping along with his step away from the funeral home.
In the funeral home, Eyang Maryam always accompanied Hima along with Umi Ulfa. But not with stepmother Hima who is still bothered by Hima's younger siblings. Incidentally, Himapun not too close to his stepmother.
Until the procession will be sent to the pit, Hima continued to be accompanied, Hima often fainted unconscious, as well as when Rama's body will be buried, Hima was not strong to follow the group, because his body was too weak.
"Hima darling, you are at home the same umi and eyang yes. Trust everything to Abah, Abi and also Juna, everything will be fine" Umi Ulfa assured.
Hima did not answer anything, she was very weak and kept crying lamenting the departure of her son.
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Three days had passed Rama, leaving a deep scar on Hima. Hima just locked herself in her room with endless tears, until her eyelids were swollen.
"Hima, be sincere, son. You know, this is very hard for you, but know, every living thing will surely die, as well as you, with eyes to all that is on this earth" said Eyang Maryam advised.
"Sad, crying. Can be son, but can not drag on. It's something excessive, and it can make the spirit of Rama there just not calm. We pray Rama, we send alphatihah for him, so that Rama is calm there" said Eyang Maryam advised his granddaughter.
"Yes Eyang." said Hima still with a sad face, trying to wipe away her tears that were incessantly crying.
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That morning, around ten in the morning, Arjuna as usual there was a lecture hour. When the lecture hours were over, Arjuna opened his phone to check Whatsapp, apparently there was a message that rarely entered.
📩Mas Gusti
Assalamu'alaikum Juna's. Is there any loose time today Juna? I'd like to meet you.
"Mas Gusti wants to see you? What's up, huh? Where's tumben?" Arjuna.
📨Juna
Wa'alaikum salam mas Gusti, InshaaAllah later at lunch time I loose mas, until 13:30.
📩Mas Gusti
Okey Juna, we will meet at your campus.
📨Juna
Yes mas. Later to the meatball stall Mr. Mul aja mas, deket my campus, I used to eat lunch there.
📩Mas Gusti
Okey Jun's. Thanks yeah
Arjunapun continued his activities, he headed to the library to look for his job reference materials.
While Gusti was in the hospital, off duty, he was in his room thinking of something.
"Hem, I'll tell Juna how about it?" gumam Gusti's.
"That dream is real."
"And the child in my dream was Rama, and the mother he meant was Hima. Want to not want, I have to tell Juna first." muttered Gusti who yesterday had seen the face of Rama before being buried. And how surprised Gusti, when he saw that face, was the face of the little boy who was present in his dream on the night that Rama had almost gone home.
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That afternoon, Arjuna was waiting at his meatball shop. He was waiting for Gusti, who wanted to meet him.
"Wa'alaikum salam. Engga kok mas, Juna also just kok mas." said Arjuna stood up to greet Gusti who just came.
"Please order first mas, I've ordered" said Arjuna thrust a menu list.
"Okey, thanks Jun." said Gusti received the menu list, and wrote down his order on an order paper.
"So how's mas? What does Gusti want to tell you?" ask Arjuna, I'm curious.
"Ehm, so gini Jun. You may believe, may not, but this I decided to tell a story, because I have experienced it the third time" Gusti said. Arjuna just listened.
"Then, just the night before Rama died, I had a dream, meeting a little boy in a beautiful garden, the boy was dressed all in white, but there were some bruises on his face. The boy told me 'I love mama.', said the boy
"Then, he also said, if he tipped mama.he can not take care of his mother, he hoped that I can also take care of his mother. Only, at that time I did not know the child at all, every time I asked, what his name was, what his mother's name was, he did not answer. He just said, 'I love mama, please take care of my mama.' it's always been that." Arjuna could only listen.
"And to my surprise, when yesterday I bathed the body of Rama, it was very similar to the boy who met me in a dream. Because indeed, since Rama was hospitalized, I only know his name, without knowing the face of the child." Gusti explained again.
"And the dream was not just once Jun, the dream happened already three times. Yesterday when Rama was about to die, the third day Rama died, and last night, the seventh day Rama died."
"All the same?" ask Arjuna
" June Engga. the third day yesterday, I only dreamed almost the same, but the point is the same, Rama left his mother to me. And last night, Rama said, if he loves his mama, he wants Om to take care of mama, he said. The point is the same Jun." Gusti said again.
"Ehm, if you may know, this Gusti Mas, before what has there been a taste with mbak Hima?" ask Arjuna.
"Ehm..." Gusti hesitated to answer.
"Jawab, it's okay. Honestly, it doesn't matter to me." said Arjuna was able to read Gusti's body language, and he assured Gusti.
"Yes, yes Jun, since the first time we met, when I delivered your wallet that fell at the airport at that time" Gusti said.
"But, back then, I thought Hima was still Jun's girl, I always prayed she could ask. In fact, my sister, Jeni, she wanted to be veiled also started from Hima who borrowed her hijab" Gusti said.
"Then, now that he knows that Hima is not a girl, she is even a widow, does Gusti still have the same taste?" ask Arjuna.
"That feeling is just getting stronger Jun. In fact, yesterday when he saw him cry to lose Rama, this heart actually hurt. And how glad I am, when you say, that Mbak Hima is a widow, that man outside the room, her ex-husband. They got divorced a year ago. There is a whole lot of hope, to be able to make Hima my wife Jun." Gusti said.
"Hem, yes, my. InshaaAllah, I will tell Abi, Umi and Eyang first, if they give the green light, then I tell pakde, as his guardian mbak Hima, then I tell him, and just talked to Mbak Hima ya mas. All the decisions are in the hands of Hima, I'm just an intermediary" Arjuna said.
"So, this is me getting support?" ask Gusti not to believe it.
"Yes, InshaaAllah mas." said Arjuna smiling sincerely.
"Thank you, thank you Juna" Gusti said.
"Sama-sama. Are you sure, Gusti? Have you talked to the family? Because the woman who meant this was a widow you know mas." asked Arjuna.
"What matters is that I want to marry Jun, that problem, must be mommy papa ngikelu. Because remembering my age is not young anymore, hehehe." replied Gusti mantab.
"How old is Gusti?" ask Arjuna curiously.
"Udah is almost the head of Jun's four." replied Gusti timidly.
"Masa' is mas? Means the same mbak Hima different age quite far too." asked Arjuna.
"How old is Hima Jun?"
"About Thirty years. He married young."
"Owh, pantesans. Yes hopefully I can end my single soon huh Jun."
"Aamiin. Pray, 'cause Allah turns back his Servant's heart." replied Arjuna support.
"Yes Juna, thank you Jun." replied Gusti happily.
They also talked about many things about college, and work until their meatballs had run out.