My cellphone didn't ring on that day.. My father who always informs me everything didn't phone me. "nice day, every thing's alright", my thought. After teaching, I was at kedai Lembang waiting my hubby to get home together. ... He came! Soon I greet him, let him to sit and gave him a glass of water. He enjoy his meal. In the middle of eating, he said about my father's call. "Did father call you?", he asked. "No", "What happened?", I answer surprisingly. "He called me but he didn't say anything, I guess grandma has passed away", he said.
My body was getting trembled. I didn't believe it. Soon I called my father. "How's grandma?", I asked seriously. "She's gone..", he said. Tears run down shyly but I tried to hold them. Immediately I imagined her.. her kindness, her love, her old face, her sickness...
I felt chaotic. I don't know what must I do. "Will we go to hometown tonight?", he offered. "Certainly", I answered firmly. Immediately we went home and prepared to go to my hometown, Majalengka. Ya Allah, there was unexpected rain shortly before our departure. It was 8 p.m. and we decided to go.
My watch showed 12.05 a.m. when I arrived in Majalengka. Unconditionally, I felt sad and so blue. ... there was a yellow flag in front of that house. Oh, I cannot hold my tears.. Soon I entered and I saw a body covered with a shroud. "Innalillahi Wa Inna Ilaihi Rojiun.. Ya Allah..." Now, I believe that you have gone, my lovely grandma..."
