My ex-President My Husband
Pilgrimage
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A bright morning accompanied by a sparkling sun while welcoming their arrival in a country rich in natural resources. Bilmar and Alika have landed beautiful after passing 16 hours of travel in the air. Still very less like in the opinion of Bilmar. He still misses alone with this woman, imagine they will be equally busy working after this. Bilmar will return with his busy life and Alika was the opposite.
"Bill?" call Alika still hugging her husband's chest in the car.
Occasionally Mang Dana can only glance through the rearview view of the romance of this newlywed. He just continued to focus on driving without daring to look back or say a word. Although Bilmar is considered good and friendly, he still has a stature that makes people feel hesitant to get along without a clear purpose.
"Yes, my dear, why?" Bilmar lowered his face slightly to see Alika who was still perched on her chest. Bilmar still stroked the wife's hair lovingly, occasionally tucking it and grabbing it tightly.
"I'm willing-" Alika kept silent for a while looking at the toll road in front of her view.
"You what?" ask Bilmar quickly.
"I want.to the tomb of Mas Aziz, Bill. Will you allow me?"
Bilmar fell silent, his hands immediately stopped stroking his wife's hair. Both of his eyes were turned around the road. Feeling that her question had not yet been answered, Alika finally got up to take off the hug and turned her face to look at Bilmar who was now also looking at her.
"If you can't. Nothing Bil." said Alika in a soft tone while stroking Bilmar's hand and giving a sweet smile to cover up his disappointment.
At this time he already knew there was Bilmar his real husband that he must appreciate and he followed.
"Bole-" reply Bilmar.
Alika blinked her eyes and asked if it was true.
"Yes, can. Before we get home we just stop by the tomb."
"Later Bill, I can go there myself. Kasian you're tired, need a break first-"
"...Now, I'll take you. When you're home, I won't let you out again!" tukas Bilmar is solid and clear. It does not show indifference, but Alika knows in the eyes of Bilmar stored a very disturbing objection.
"Funders to the tomb!" Bilmar gave the order.
"Yes Den.." Mang Dana's reply was behind the wheel.
Bilmar kept staring straight at the road in front of his eyes without talking to his wife again. It was as if this morning had turned into a dark night, just because of the request of his wife that he still had difficulty accepting.
Even though Aziz was no longer there, Bilmar still felt jealous. He still thinks that Alika still put Aziz in his heart. But he is a wise man, able to think rationally soothe jealousy without having to be seen, let alone use the word emotion.
A few hours later, the car driven by Mang Dana had pulled over in front of the village funeral door. Alika had stopped pecking for a long time at the burial ground which had now rolled Aziz's body with the ground.
Still clearly imagined in his mind, how he cried thrashing accompanied the body of the husband who was being carried by the crowd and then put into the ground, separated for good. Want to talk or complain is not possible, because they are different nature.
Alika closed her eyes for a while, wanting to replace the shadow of sadness with strength. But in fact he is not able, Alika is not that strong. His heart shattered again with a flash he released his arm from Bilmar and then ran quickly with sobs whack towards Aziz's last residence.
Bilmar still faithfully stood in his original place looking at Alika who had passed away leaving him. He continued to see his wife who was crying hysterically about 10 meters from the foot.
"Assalammualaika Mas.aku came.." said Alika vibrated with sobs that made it difficult to breathe.
Dabbed her husband's name on a tomb that was still in the form of wood.
"Why have you been a few nights, Mas Aziz didn't come to my dream Mas?" he said while pressing on the chest that felt heavy.
"Did you miss me there, Mas? even though we are in a different world now? but I hope you don't get angry, Mas, because now I'm already married--" Alika can't continue her words, Because this sobs increasingly shackled her chest.
"I don't know our lives will be like this Mas, I always used to be fierce with you, I refuse you continue, hate you, I hate you, always say rude to drive you out of the front of the house. You still maintain your intention to marry me, so why did Mas when I started to love, you even leave me forever?"
"And right now I have to fight to change your name for my husband who now, it feels really sick!"
Alika began to wring the red wild soil that had been partially overgrown with grass weeds.
"I hope you don't get angry, do you? because now my heart has started to try to accept him." Alika turned her head with tears staring at Bilmar who was still looking at him across the street while folding his hands together with a straight look without a smile.
"For ever you are in my memory, tucked neatly into being the first husband for me. Even though I haven't figured out how to live with you in an hour."
"Don't forget to stop by tonight to my dreams huh Mas, I miss you. I'm sorry, I'll always send you a thread of prayer,"
Alika again cried sobbing, her eyes were swollen, her nose reddened continuously flowing clear liquid from her nose. It seems weak helpless. Then he put his hands together to pray alamarhum Aziz to always be calm there.
Then there felt a palm that was now grasping his shoulder. He looked up at his face that was wet and watery.
"Let's go home now!" bilmar said very gently. Then reaching for the body of the wife who was still rolling on the ground, helped her to rise up firmly, Bilmar rubbed the remaining red soil that was still attached to his wife's body, cleaning it clean.
Embrace and kiss his wife's cheek and take her step away from there.
"Alika go home Mas Aziz.you remain forever in my memory. I will never lose my tears in memory of you." The last strand of the word became the closing of the pilgrimage today.
Sometimes he looked back, looking at the tomb that would not be able to raise Aziz for any reason.
Aziz.rest in peace..💔
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