I Go Home Mas...
1. Mirna's...

Yanto seemed to embrace his wife's headstone who had now rested quietly, with tears that continued to gush, Yanto still occasionally whispered the name of the Wife.

"Myrna... Mirna's..."

The voice of Yanto seemed reluctant to be abandoned by his wife forever.

But what to say, fate has said otherwise. Mirna, his wife, was bleeding heavily while struggling to give birth to their child.

Yes, their second child, which should be a complement to the happiness of the Yanto family.

"Wis To, come home, soon Maghrib."

Said Ibu Yanto taking Yanto home.

His mother's eyes were also puffy, because Mirna, although a daughter-in-law but very kind of her own child.

Of course, Yanto's mother felt so lost the figure of her beautiful and kind daughter-in-law, let alone increasing her sadness because Mirna died leaving her two young children.

Her first child was only ten years old, while the second was her newborn baby.

"I want to be here first Mom, let me be here alone, it's okay, just leave me."

Yanto.

The mourners left the Mirna cemetery one by one.

Yanto's mother rubbed his son's head, so sorry he saw the child who was so devastated by the departure of his wife who could be said so quickly.

"Patience son, this is a test, you must be strong, for the sake of your two children."

Mother's words strengthen.

Yanto leaned his head against his wife's headstone, his tears never stopping, as if to keep flowing, signifying how much Yanto really loved his wife.

"There's no woman like Mirna, no more."

That's what Yanto said when he first found out that Mirna had died.

The wind blows the cleavage, the scent of flowers for the tomb smelled like wildfire. Several frangipani flowers fell and appeared scattered on the ground.

His mother Yanto sighed, he turned to look at Lukman Yanto's sister who was still in High School and now seemed to wait for his mother to come home soon.

"Wisan Ma'am, just go home first, let Mas Yanto here until calm."

Lukman said he was finally impatient.

"Pity Tita and the baby sister at home, too,"

Lukman also reminded, which of course immediately made Mother realize that at home there is a baby that they must take care of.

Yes, the newborn Mirna, who for the sake of this baby, Mirna died.

What a mother's sacrifice, can never be replaced by anything, which after being tired and very heavy through pregnancy, mothers are still required to struggle to bet their lives for the sake of their children.

"All right, let's go home, man."

Said Mother.

Lukman nodded, he then helped Mother to walk through the excavation of the tomb soil that is slightly slippery because the soil is clay.

Yanto himself was still crying on the side of Mirna's tomb, no matter if the day would soon enter Maghrib time, and soon it would be dark.

"Is it all right, your kang mas was left behind? If there's anything later how about Man?"

Mother asked while occasionally still looking towards Mirna buried and Yanto appeared to sit limp beside the tomb while hugging the tomb of Mirna.

"There will be nothing Mom, relax, at most if there is anything, Kang Mas Yanto was invited by a kuntilanak acquaintance who was in a frangipani tree near the tomb of Mbak Mirna."

Lukman said that he had to stab his arm.

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