Recover Soon, My Dear! Let Them Go Peacefully! (2)

I called my department head, Dik Nunuk Purwanti. She was crying to know the news. Yes, my father was familiar with almost all my friends and colleagues. I called Anne to inform her relative, Mas Geha, and asked them to accompany Mas Rahman. My brother Sani called me again and said, "Sis, it is fine. It is ok . . . he has gone peacefully. He smiled and rest peacefully. The most important thing is that you are safe there, calm, and there will be a pick up for you later at the airport. Fine and alright, Sis?"

Then Mas Rahman called me, "Ika Dear, everything is fine here. Your colleagues from the department ask my permittion that they will pick you up at the airport. So they will pick you up." I told him, "But I want you to hold me now, Mas . . . ." He said, "Ya, I will hold you tight upon your arrival. Now, you have to be calm and we will take care of father. Oke? Please, just pray and do not cry anymore." I tried to call my youngest brother Trias . . . but he did not pick up my call. I called Mbak Diah Tri Widayati, my close friend and my brother`s colleague in the university, to call him.

Two hours to wait for my flight was actually like loooooong years. But I finally boarded the aircraft. When I arrived Yogyakarta airport, Dik Nunuk had already at the arrival gate. She cried and hugged me tight. "I did not have opportunity to say sorry or say good bye to him," I was crying. Dik Nunuk and Dik Anne said, "Mbak Ika . . . you can say good bye by your praying. I am sure he is very proud of you. Even when he closed his eye, you were in a duty."

When I arrived home . . . my father was at home already. I found Mas Rahman who hugged me, my brother Sani, and finally also my brother Trias. Mas Rahman took my hand everytime he was free from doing preparations for funeral. Many people prayed for him. No stop. They came after others. My house were full with jamaah shalat. Mbak Diah told me, "My Dear Friend, Mbak Ika . . . Subhanallah. I have never seen a funeral like this. People love your father very much. I can see . . . . Insya Allah khusnul khatimah, Dear." I just cried and said, "Amin."

How beautiful was his farewell, with hundreds people . . . . I myself wanted to have it at the end of my life.

So that the last day of your life will be the best day of your life.

We should have brought my father at 03.00 PM to his funeral but up to 04.00 PM we were not able to stop people who came for him, who were praying for him. Indeed only good things remain about my father and my mother . . . (To be continued).