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THE train station looked peaceful that morning. The sun was still hesitant to show its light. The wind blew softly inside the station, added some serene scene.
That time was on the weekend. Not many people used their early mornings on the weekend to ride with the train unless they got their important job to do.
An old lady and a young boy were waiting for the train at the station that morning. The young boy seemed sleeping with leaning on his grandmother’s body. The old lady’s face looked blank as she kept stroking her grandson’s hair while they were waiting.
She took a deep exhale as she was fully aware that the time was too early in the morning to take a ride with the train. Her eyes implied the gloomy that only she knew why — to be clear, that was not because of the drowsiness that she felt that time.
“The train to Bogor station is arriving on platform 2.” said the announcement from the speaker.
That old lady became aware. She immediately patted gently to the young boy who still fell asleep beside her because of the fatigue of their early trip that day.
“Wake up grandson, the train is coming.” she told to the young boy.
The young boy slowly opened his eyes. The morning light touched his sight as he was completely awake.
Together, the old lady and her grandson walked to the opening gate of the train.
Inside the train was also looking peaceful that morning. Not many passengers looked inside, added some quiet and calm condition.
Due to that calm scene inside the train, the old lady and her grandson immediately got their seat together.
During the journey on the train, nothing was really voiced inside. The only sound was just from the announcement of the operator, and the train itself.
The young boy already fell asleep again as he found the cozy position. He used his grandmother’s thigh as his pillow. Looked at her grandson who still sleepy because of their early trip, the old lady stroke her grandson’s hair softly.
Her eyes seemed tired although she did not want to show that. There was something inside her eyes that she did not want to tell anyone — including her grandson. Then, when she realized that the trip was still five more stations ahead, she grabbed her old green cardigan and wear that as the cold air conditioner started to cool her body.
As the train went by and arrived at the Bogor station thirty minutes later, the old lady and her grandson got off the train and took public transportation to their end destination.
Another time filled that trip. Fifteen minutes inside the public transportation that loved to stopped by anywhere it wanted, the old lady and her grandson finally arrived at their destination.
They walked few steps and turned right as the information board stood up in front of the alley.
Tempat Pemakaman Umum (TPU) Suryakencana Bogor.
“Ah, you’re coming!” greeted one of the flower sellers when she saw the usual old lady who always comes every month.
The old lady did not respond anything. She just smiled and the seller immediately gave the usual flowers that the old lady always bought.
After that transaction, the pair of a grandmother and a grandson went inside the field of the grave.
Fully memorized the location, the old lady kept holding her grandson’s hand as they walked.
After three minutes walk, they finally arrived.
The old lady and her grandson took their seat beside the grave of their loved ones. The tears filled her eyes as she saw the name on the grave.
“Happy Ramadhan, my son.” she said softly and slowly drew her sight at her grandson to gave a faint smile.
Then, she drew her eyes back to the name on the grave. The tears started to drip down her wrinkled cheeks.
“How are you? Your son and I are missing you so much.” she whispered.
The old lady gently swiped her tears on her cheek as she opened up the prayer book. Then, the soft voice of the prayers was sound on that grave.
The wind blew breezily as it brought the prayers to the clear cloudless sky.
