#nginggris

After the morning prayer, we came to the sanctuary that have lost its queen just recently. Beleaguered after the tradition, we always pay a visit to the Godmother afterward, our beloved grandmother.

The feeling seems so ordinary. Not much have been done. The feeling of entering a stress-free zone, a space of refugee, a place for getting kindly soothed. The breeze that came out of the chamber brought some kind of familiar serenity. But something is surely missing. A big portion of my soul seems to be lost as I observed the throne that has been vacant for months.

She used to sit there, at the corner of the sofa in front of the TV, waiting for every visit of her beloved heirs, in a sleeping gown for simple visits, or in a matched turquoise blouse and skirt if there was something to celebrate upon the day. More frequently in the turquoise because we celebrate all kind of things. Every single kin who pay a visit would come to her first before anything else, kiss her hand, and then her cheeks. Then a sweet scent of jasmine will long with you ever after. A scent that I surely missed nowadays.

She always greet with such festivity, and somehow managed to be surprised of every visits even if we come to her the second time in the same day. Oh, how she called with endearments to every one of us. With a smile spread widely on her face, she would greet me "eeeeh, Si Gendut! Udah lama ga kesini", eventhough we've only been away for just a day, or even a couple hours, it doesn't matter. With her cheer so loud, trying to overcome the TV sounds that she set even louder to beat her weakening ear. And then we would chat all day, sharing love and laughter.

But yesterday, there was no greetings, no kisses, no matched blouse, no jasmine scent, no loud murmuring news program, just nothing, solitude. However, because she left too much memories, it felt like she was still around. She might be somewhere else right now, embraced by the Most Loving, but her endless affection was there with us, witnessing our conversations, and echoing love as usual.

Oh Dear God, Most Merciful, Most Kind, please tell her that we missed her, and please take care of her and please let us rejoin once more in Your Jannah within Your loving embrace, when the time to come home has arrived. Aamiin.

We miss you, Nini.

wait for us, it won’t take long. :*