I Go Home Mas...
3. Whisperings Ogre

The Maghrib passed, and the sky became dark. The atmosphere in the cemetery was so quiet. The big, old trees, which were standing around Yanto sitting next to his wife's belly button, looked even more sinister.

The wind was blowing lightly, the rustling of leaves sounded amidst the silence. Seared with the sounds of insects that began to be heard filling the quiet space around the cemetery.

Yanto wiped his tears, he was tired of crying, and he began to realize that what he was doing was nothing but futility.

No matter how he cried and moaned, his wife would never return. The woman who had accompanied him for more than eleven years would never live again.

"Mir, how will me and the children live without you? It all feels so dark Mir, just like in this place."

Lirih Yanto on the Mirna navel.

The goal seemed to be a flashlight like a flashlight pointing at Yanto, the man turned towards the arrival of the flashlight, which was none other than Munir.

"Yan, come home, enough is enough, you can come here tomorrow again, tahlilan for your wife will be held soon, will you miss it too?"

Munir asked as he approached.

Yanto rubbed Mirna's headstone again, only after that it finally moved, just as Munir was standing near Mirna's tomb.

"Yes Nir."

Yanto agreed.

He took his steps away from Mirna's tomb, though he occasionally kept his eyes turned as if he was reluctant to leave his wife alone.

"It's very hard to let go, I should have left first."

Yanto said softly, Munir who walked near Yanto while positioning his flashlight into the street at the cemetery they were about to pass seemed to nod in understanding.

"All it takes Yan time, do not be forced to be sincere now, slowly, later you will be able to by yourself."

Munir.

Yanto sighed, he was not sure if he would be able to find someone like Mirna.

A woman who is very understanding of herself, who speaks her language subtly, and is very loving and obedient as well.

"For a while, just stay at your mother's house, your baby will be taken care of."

Munir said he gave advice.

Yanto sighed again,

"Either Nir, stay at home Mother is overcrowded, Mother Ukha and her children, and Lukman too."

Yanto.

The man who was originally sitting on the bike, once he saw Yanto and Munir came, of course, immediately welcomed with pleasure.

"Ah y'all are finally coming, come on we'll be home soon."

Said Grace impatiently.

Yanto and Munir who do not know what happened actually with Grace just look at him in wonder.

Munir then approached his own motorbike, while Yanto chose to follow Grace which is the same direction home.

"Thank you Nir, until you're willing to wait for me here."

Yanto said to Munir.

Munir looked nodded.

"It's okay Yan, when my wife died you did this, I'm sure you'll get through everything Yan, just like me."

Munir.

Yanto nodded.

Yes, Munir at a new age of marriage, his wife also died. At that time, Munir even had such a depression, because his wife died while pregnant two months, and in a position to go home to teach to be picked up but Munir was reluctant, until his wife was forced to piggyback on her friend who turned out to be in an accident.

Guilt continued to make Munir almost crazy, until one year passed, there was a girl entered the village and finally became close to Munir.

Munir petahi rose again from his slump, and finally managed to move on and married again.

Grace goes up on the motor,

"Yok Yan."

Grace Words.

Yanto according to ride into the bonce.

The roar of the two motorcycles owned by Munir and Rahmat clashed, until then the Rahmat motor drove first, and then Munir followed.

The wind blew again as if from the burial area, flying some white Cambodian flowers.

The scent of the sprinkled flowers of Mirna's tomb was smelled by Munir, while the voice of a woman who was out of nowhere to the left of Munir.

"Yanto can't marry like you..."

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