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Mr. Ahmad began to panic when the rain was getting heavy, especially when...

Waiting for the rain that never subsided, even sounded increasingly swift, making Mr. Ahmad again remembered his late wife. If he were still around, he would not be lonely today. There would be a lot of long chatter that was a little unable to dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

Seeing such uncertain weather, it is natural that Mr. Ahmad, even all villagers who rely on the majority of rice fields as their source of livelihood are anxious. The rice will soon be harvested, and if the rain continues to pour like that, it is certain that the rice will be damaged. Even if it is not tilted in the wind, it is likely that the already densely packed grains will release new shoots. That means farmers will fail to harvest. And it will cause the population to starve a lot.

Seeing the situation like years ago, when the surplus of rice in the earth gora (lombok) is exceeding the needs of the population, there is still hunger. Erasmus, hungry, malnourished, and I don't know his name Mr. Ahmad. Such terms he only heard from neighbors who have television. They said the children had their stomachs bulged, thin and their skin wrinkled.

"That's a symptom or a sign of the starving bush Mr. Memet. If Mr. Memet finds such signs, quickly take Mr. Memet's child to the Puskesmas". Said one of his neighbors when Mr. Ahmad was curious about the term.

But he felt Pardi did not have such symptoms. Thank God Pardi's body is good and healthy even though only eating bubu sweet potato and milk from rice mash water.

If this year's rice harvest fails because of the rain that continues to pour, he cannot think of what will happen. What is clear, the stomach of residents who are comfortable eating rice, inevitably have to eat sweet potatoes that grow in their home yards. Expecting rice to come to the poor, it must sometimes fall into the hands of people far from the poor category.

Mr. Ahmad got up from his seat, on the side of the bed where his son Pardi was lying. After kissing her forehead, she grabbed a white plastic chair beside her and carried it by the window. The pill cigarette that had been played on his hand was now on his black lips. His black hands trembled withstanding the cold as he took the lighters from his shirt pocket. His gaze continued to stare pusingly towards the black sky. Many times he let out a long sigh, hoping that the anxiety and anxiety that never disappeared can immediately be driven away. However, seeing the rain that seemed to be going for a long duration, his anxiety and anxiety grew.

"Inna Lillahi wa inna ilayhi rojiun" .

There were three lamats heard among the torrent of rain falling. Mr. Ahmad scrunched his forehead and tried to listen carefully. But the sound of the rain was too noisy, making Mr. Ahmad heard nothing at all.

Back, Ahmad sighed. Lately, a lot of people have died. Seven people have died, counted since two weeks ago. Miscellaneous causes. Some get muntaber, bird flu and the most is dengue fever, some even never get sick at all.

And he could not deny, every time he heard the phrase istirja' (notification of the dead), he was always afraid. It started to feel since his wife died. He was always goosebumps and felt a terrible atmosphere to see people dying and dying.

"Sir Heri? let's enter Mr Heri" said Mr. Ahmad when the person he called Mr. Heri was in front of him.

"I'm outside Mr. Memet, I'm only for a moment because I have to go to Mr. Karim's house as well". Sir Heri said while dispelling the rain that soaked his body.

"Lo's in a hurry, sir, what's wrong". Ask Ahmad.

"This is Mr. Memet, maybe Mr. Memet has not heard the announcement at the mosque because of the sound of rain. That's why I'm here to tell people who are away from the mosque".

"O yes I just remembered. Who died sir" asked Mr. Ahmad curious.

"Grandma Rukayah Pak Memet". Mr. Heri said half screaming because the rain was getting heavier. Mr. Ahmad scrunched his forehead. He heard what Heri said, but he felt his hearing was wrong. He pointed his ears closer towards Heri sir.

"Grandmother Rukayah who died Mr. Memet. Just now, less than twenty minutes ago". Mr. Ahmad was fixated, as if he did not believe what he had just heard from Mr. Heri. Mr. Ahmad really did. He only realized when Mr. Heri left him.

Mr. Ahmad rubbed his chest many times and he began to read Istighfar. The old figure of Rukayah's grandmother was still smiling in front of her. He still could not believe that the good grandmother had died suddenly.

Azan magrib the old woman was still in her house. He even had time to return to his home just to make sure Pardi had slept. He had heard the old woman telling a story for Pardi until the boy fell asleep. And now he must hear the news of his death.