YOUNG MAN BARREL
MOURNED

Mr. Bayu then passed away leaving Laras without speaking anything. The man knew the chaotic state of Laras.

The body of Laras' husband has arrived at his house. The mourners came in alternately. They offered their condolences to Laras and his two children.

The sobs of Laras and his two hearts sounded heartbreaking to every mourner who came. They could only go silent while rubbing the heads of Arya and Naren.

After finishing bathing and in sholati, the body is entered in the ambulance and will be taken to the cemetery. Because the distance of the housing complex and cemetery is quite far.

Before the departure of the ambulance, a local cleric was giving a final homage lecture.

Behind the corpse car that has not been covered Baras can be seen standing. By using a black dress and veil try to toughen up occasionally in a bag of tears that flow non-stop.

Suddenly Laras remembered the events of the morning that made him find the answer to the big question mark of her husband's speech.

"keep yourself good mama for papa and take care of the children also for papa, make them successful" said Laras breath so heavy at once considering that.

"times no more tomorrow papa can not feel the mama's cooking again" and the barrel's cry was even more broken. His head bowed in his shoulder was getting shaken. A female mourner next to him simply stroked Laras' arm trying to calm Laras down.

"already son Laras, do not cry like this, not good for the dead. His spirit will not calm down" said the woman next to him.

"let's say son, it's all fate, with your sincerity and your children can make your husband's path in nature lighter" he added.

The barrel only remained weakly bowed. She tried to hold back her tears as wet tears on her cheeks. Breathing deeply and deeply. Closing his eyes with his head straight try to toughen up with this situation.

After the clergy finished giving the lecture, then Laras and his two sons entered the ambulance accompanied by coffins. On the way the three of them did not seem to speak only silently and only sounded sobbing.

Laras just clasped the shoulder of Arya who increasingly thrashed ronta calling his papa who is now stretched stiff in the coffin.

While Naren was only bowed in a circle of slowly dripping tears, his hand was only able to touch the green coffin cover, representing his heart that was not willing to leave the papa.

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Bastian grimaced as he hugged the coffin in front of him.

Inside there was the stiff body of the grandmother. People who have been accompanying Bastian while traveling to the city of Surabaya. And indeed Bastian's grandmother was originally from Surabaya and lived in this city.

His burly hand was only able to squeeze the cover of the coffin as if it represented his grievous heart.

"already Bastian, let go of oma ya.., now oma is happy, no longer sick" a bayah woman calmed Bastian while rubbing Bastian's back.

He got up as the woman clasped his arm and directed him to sit on the chair.

Every now and then in tears, her eyes were red.

After the final ritual of veneration is completed, the body will be buried.

Arriving at the cemetery area just to the left of the entrance there is already a grave excavation for the final resting of Bastian's grandmother.

Mourners and Bastian's extended family surrounded the tomb. And the religious leaders began the ritual before the body was put into the burrow.

Bastian, who was standing just a short distance from the coffin of his grandmother, was still with a sad face. Sometimes he rubbed his nose and wiped his tears.

Bastian is still loyal to the lecture of a religious leader but only bowed weak, sad and feel helpless.

Shortly afterward came an ambulance carrying the body of Laras' husband in the same place as Bastian's grandmother's funeral.

It's only a few meters from Grandma Bastian's grave. It's just that the tomb of Laras' husband kinda went inside

Laras and his two sons got off in an ambulance. Some people also lowered and raised the coffin to the ready ground excavation.

They and other mourners walked behind the coffins carried by several male mourners. After arriving at the location of the excavation of the land, the religious leaders again gave a lecture before the corpse entered the pit.

The barrel that can only stand stiff, eyes reddened and puffy and the view empty, helpless.

even though he held back the crying finally was no longer able to hold back, when the corpse was lifted and put in the excavation of the ground.

His cry broke out instantly until it sounded raspy, Naren and Arya also thrashed.

"papa don't stay in Arya" the little boy screamed. Naren, too, was unable to say the word just a deep cry.

From Bastian's grandmother's burial place, mourners have died one by one. Visible mound of land studded with fresh red roses, Bastian was still in a squatting sitting position, his right hand he put on the mound of land. Drooping in, from behind the sunglasses, there are puffy eyes that are formed.

"bastian let's go home" suddenly the middle-aged woman broke her daydream.

"ntar used to be ma, Bastian still wants to be here" he answered briefly, occasionally by wiping his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"okay, mama papa and the others went back home first huh." said the mama gently. Mama Bastian knows how much she loves her grandmother. More than Bastian loves his parents.

Bastian has since decided to migrate to Surabaya he lives with his grandmother. It's the tech that's always been there for Bastian. All the needs of Bastian the grandmother who cheated. For the appetite of the grandmother also knows what she likes and does not from bastian.

Bastian nodded once. Mama papa and a few people passed from the funeral, they rubbed Bastian's back alternately. Give support to Bastian to be steadfast and sincere.

Laras and his two sons, Naren and Arya, still survive next to a mound of earth studded with fresh rose petals. The mourners left the funeral after it was over.

The lentic barrel fingers rub finely on the headstone that says her husband's name. Resisting sobs so that his two children can also be a little calm.

Then Laras put his hands in front of his chest, looking down deeply, from his lips was seen reading a prayer, as well as his two sons who followed Laras raised both hands.

Lama Laras was bowed in prayer for her husband. Tears that tried to stop him broke unstoppable. Down and down. Dive into his heart which is currently in the midst of grief, bitter taste in his soul.