DiLeMa LOVE

The Perfect Love

Syifa looked at her mother's body lying quietly in the isolation room. The tools used are also increasing. Even now he had to breathe air through a tool shaped like a bowl.

" we just found out your mother has very acute tuberculosis, very surprising, because during this time he never coughs "Doctor Vishnu explained why his mother should be in isolation. " you must be strong Syifa, submit to his _ "suggestion of Doctor Vishnu

" thank you Doc "reply Syifa without taking her eyes off her mother.

" yes I have stayed, later you will be taken between sisters to your room "thankful Doctor Vishnu while locking the wheels.

" thank you for all the help of the Doctor" said Syifa sincerely while looking at the face of Doctor Vishnu.

Long Syifa sat there silently staring in. I am thankful that the operation went well. Maybe his recovery should go through this stage thought Syifa who did not really understand what the isolation room was.

mother..Syifa whispered in her heart, her hand outstretched touching the cold glass, as if touching her mother's hand.get well soon Mom, let's both go home, Syifa misses mother.. Mom, Syifa dear mom....

Satisfied to talk to his mother through his heart, he intends to return to his room. He looked to the left right there was no nurse he leaned his body trying to unlock his wheelchair. The more he leaned the more pain he felt in his stomach. Unable to hold back on Syifa undoes his intentions. That's when he saw his mother's hand move small. Syifa enthusiastically looked at her mother's body. The longer the movement becomes.

" mother." whispered happy.

" Syifa.." as if Syifa heard her mother calling.

" mother...thank you, O God." she whispered with gratitude.

Slowly his mother's eyes opened, looking up at the ceiling of the room, trying to gather awareness, trying to recognize the place where he was. His eyeballs turned to look for and stopped when he found Syifa's figure behind the glass.

" Syifa my son." as if those eyes were saying.

" mother..... " Syifa called out with a flared smile. Faintly visible smile lines behind his breathing apparatus. Slowly his hand moved touching Syifa in wishful thinking. They held out their hands in the air that felt empty.

" Syifa my son.

" MOM!!!!!!! " he shouted loudly when suddenly his mother's hand drooped weakly in the air, the infusion hose moved with a sad rhythm, the monitor screen showed a straight line with the heart-wrenching "tutttttt "long sound. His tears flowed profusely his body shook violently then he was unconscious.

Several nurses came in on her feet and immediately fled Syifa in her own room, then carefully laid Syifa on her bed.

Seeing the blood on Syifa's shirt, one of the sisters immediately pressed the emergency button shortly after Doctor Vishnu came. He quickly handled the exposed stitches again. After cleaning and replacing the bandage Doctor Vishnu put the end of the stethoscope over the wound it makes sure nothing happens on the inside.

In the isolation room the tools were immediately released from Fatimah's body. Luckily before the hospital contacted Syifa's family, her uncle had arrived first.

" innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi raji'un "his murmur when Doctor Vishnu told me that Syifa's mother was dead.

Letting the sisters and Doctor Vishnu take care of the body of Fatimah, Syifa uncle named Hadi immediately contacted the house to make preparations. Finished telling his wife, Mr. Hadi immediately approached one of the sisters.

" can you take it home today? " tanya carefully.

" yes in a moment, the letters are being completed "lit the nun while tidying up the tools.

So apart from the winding of various mortuary tools immediately brought Fatimah to the place of the corpse bath. Mr. Hadi was involved in purifying the body of Fatimah. The bathing process is not much different from what the villagers used to do, there are only a few differences. If in the hospital based on the medical side while in the village based on religious teachings. But it is undeniable that Mr. Hadi was horrified to see the corpse of Fatimah treated like the body of a living person. If the corpse is bathed very carefully then here it is not. They did it so deftly and quickly, it is understandable why because at one time the officers could bathe 10 bodies. As at this time besides Fatimah there are still 7 other bodies waiting to be bathed.

After all the processes were carried out quickly at exactly half-nine, the ambulance carrying Syifa's mother moved out of the hospital to Syifa's residence, leaving Syifa still unconscious in the hospital.

Arriving at the group home was greeted by families and neighbors who immediately gathered since the announcement of the sad news through the microphone of the mosque. Tarpaulin tents have been established chairs have also been neatly arranged only a few unfinished.

Inside the house Syifa ibi-mother jama'ah Friday night is waiting. Once the purified body was placed in the middle of the room, while some people chided while others read the Surah Yasin. His body looked radiant and like he was smiling. That's a good sign.

Some people seemed to shed tears while reading Surah Yasin, unable to hold back feelings. Syifa is alone in the hospital, while her mother is buried in the middle house.

" may Syifa toughen up against this ordeal "a mumbling of mothers.

" yes it was only 6 months ago that he lost his father that now he has to go back to losing his "other mother's reply with teary eyes.

The funeral procession went very fast. Without obstacles and even feels very easy. Maybe because he is a good person and not much gossiping so that his net is facilitated by Allah SWT.

Two men entered the burrow one of them was Syifa's uncle, received a corpse that felt light, laid him with his head in the North position and facing the Qibla. In order not to roll over the back of the corpse is fenced with clay that is formed large round in three positions. After that it is covered with bamboo arranged in a tight row and then covered with soil.

" Lha Illa ha illa lha Illa ha illa llah. The smell of fresh flowers sprinkled on a mound of soil that is still wet as fragrant as carried by the wind. Some frangipani leaves floated then fell on top of Fatimah's tomb. Creating a gripping silent feel.

One by one neighbors and relatives left the cemetery after Mr. Kyai recited the funeral prayer. Leaving Fatimah alone faces the question of the Angel, which is very frightening when in the world of the corpse of the man who is ungodly, and the angel will incarnate into a handsome man again meek if in the world the corpse is a righteous man.