Am I Different?
Funeral

"Mom" I said as I looked at my mother.

Mom just nodded, like she understood what I said. Aunt Sita was only able to cry without saying a word.

"At this time the body has been taken to the hospital, Ms. Sita and her family can pick her up" the police said.

We were all ready to go to the hospital. We are still being accompanied by the police.

"Om Boby who, Key?" ask Esther.

I looked at Esther while glaring as if my eyeballs were about to come out.

"Yes, this one human being is crazy" he said when he saw my expression.

My expression turned sullen, actually from the inside wanting to laugh when I heard her babble. All this time I always felt comforted when I was near Esther, this one demon I think is more unique.

Inside this car was tense, if everyone could hear Esther maybe they could be a little amused. But baby, I'm the only one who can.

Not so far from the house of Aunt Sita to the hospital. We walked behind the police to the morgue.

"How, Sir?" ask Aunt Sita.

"The bullet lodged in the stomach has been successfully taken, the body is cleaned and can be taken home" explained the police.

"Good, Sir. Thank you," said his father, Aunt Sita represented the answer.

We who are here can only calm him, because we also do not think if Om Boby has such shallow thoughts.

Long enough we have to wait, finally at exactly 04.35 WIB the body can be taken home.

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Aunt Sita and her family also boarded in the ambulance that delivered the body of Om Boby. While we boarded the car from Aunt Sita.

Arriving at home, it turns out the news of Om Boby's death was quickly heard. Even the rumor of Om Boby crime was quickly heard by people around here.

The house was originally quiet, this time crowded with mourners who came to change. In a situation like this, I saw Esther who was beside me being bowed and contemplated.

"Esteh" I whispered.

He looked at me, I saw him sad.

"Esteh, why? You lost Om Boby?" my many.

"I remember my death" he replied.

When I heard Esther's reply, I turned around. Those who mourn in groups, not infrequently from some people whisper to each other and say the name Om Boby.

There was no sadness on their faces, only a cynical look at this family. While from relatives of Aunt Sita tried to calm and provide support.

"Esteh, is it true that your death is also a lot of your gossip?" my many.

"No idea, I just cried for my parting with my family" Esther replied.

I approached my mother, who was in front of me, and sat down next to her.

"Mom" called me in a whisper.

"Yes, Deck" replied Mother.

"Tok no yes, the dead are still in gosipin. Why not do it, let the road be easy, ma'am?" answer Mother.

"Human's name is that, Dek. Let alone the dead who can not do anything, people who are still healthy, fresh fit just like digosipin that no-no," replied Mother.

"Let's not digosipin what should be a good person huh, ma'am? But Dedek never felt bad about people, doing bad things to people. Do I still have any gosipin?" manya curious.

My mother smiled at my words. After that, stroked my head and kissed my forehead.

"This mother's son, is it too innocent?" ask Mom while holding back a laugh.

"Say me, Mom. Between the same plain and different oon dikit," I said while pouting.

"Ha-ha-ha, instead of Dek, we live side by side with people of different character and personality, well we do not know which people sincerely talk to people just talk," answer Mother.

Not only was my mother laughing, but Esther who was beside me was also laughing out loud.

"Well, Keyla oon is also rich I ha-ha-ha," Esther said.

"That's, Mom?" I asked because I was confused to hear Mom's words.

"Don't be evil in nonsense, which is really good sometimes spelled out as mere imagery, seek attention as well. Well sometimes people really judge you well when in front of you, if behind you do you know Deck, they actually really praise you or not," replied Mother.

"So yes, Mom. Can't we trust people's words?" ask again.

"Boleh dong, that doesn't mean everyone has the same nature, Dek. And one more thing, stay with Dedek without wanting praise from others. I don't know if people want to say anything about you, just tell me. The important thing is that your goal is only to do good to others" said Mother.

I looked into my mother's eyes, I threw a smile at her.

"Oh, yes. Never suudzon the same person," said Mother while holding the tip of my nose.

I hugged Mom, I felt grateful to get both parents who were attentive in any way. My love for them grew.

I turned to Esther, as if she was shedding tears.

"Teh, are you crying?" my many.

"Eventually Keyla called me Teteh" he said.

"Esteh" I said ketus.

"Just happy to be made down again, I'm touched by your mother's words," Esther said again.

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Om Boby's body is ready to be buried. From his relatives and office friends all, deliver to the final resting place. In my heart I only hope, may Om Boby repent before the suicide was committed.

I held Mom's hand, and Dad carried Om Boby's coffin. I saw solidarity from all his offices, though his cruel deeds may not be forgiven. But they cover up their hatred because they still appreciate Aunt Sita as the wife of Om Boby, so as not to dissolve in sadness.

His superior who has been wronged still donated his money for his funeral needs .

Far enough away from his funeral, we finally arrived. This is something I hate at funerals, although during the day many dedemites roam in various forms.

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"A lot of people" Esther said

Hearing Esther's words, it felt like I wanted to shake her head. He's a demon in saying it's a man. Right now I can only hug my mother, because I feel scared. For some reason during the day their form remains frightening.

It didn't take long for the funeral to be over. From us one by one began to leave this place, while Aunt Sita looked heavy to move.

"Tante," said I.

He looked at me, and stood with the help of his mother.

"Son, why didn't the first suicide feel this sad?" said Aunt Sita while walking.

"What's the difference?" ask Mother.

"I know many sins that were borne by Mas Boby. I'm afraid he hasn't repented by the time he dies, hyks-hiks!" said Aunt Sita.

It turned out that Aunt Sita had the same thoughts as me, she was also worried about Om Boby.

"Help the prayer, Sit. May you be forgiven and given a straight path" said Mother.

Aunt Sita just nodded.

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Arriving at Aunt Sita's house, we immediately packed up to immediately return to our city.

"Well, we're home?" my many.

"Yes, Deck" replied Dad.

"Alhamdulillah, finally," I said.

The feeling of relief was more and more felt, I wanted to enjoy the comfortable atmosphere in my own home.

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