Dusk At the End Please

Do'a A Mother

Two people of a no longer young age with traces of beauty and good looks were still clearly standing in the glass window that bounded the room where one lay weakly helpless.

There is no sound in the room other than the sound of the patient monitor, which is a tool that has a function to provide information about the patient's condition. From the tool a lot of hoses are attached to the patient's body, so that it can be known in real time the state of the patient.

Only a sigh could be heard from the two people with sad faces who were looking at the weakly lying body. Currently they are reunited because they previously received news if their son had dropped his condition. Usually, Ms. Fatimah always avoids if Mr. Furqan comes to visit Akhtar.

It had been almost five months that the weaker, thinner body was lying down. The accident that hit him right on the day that he should say ijab qabul has made him unconscious and he is still reluctant to wake up to this day.

"Sorry!" said the middle-aged man who still looks young is none other than Pak Furqan Wijaya Akhtar's father.

The middle-aged woman right beside him turned her face for a moment towards the man. A second later he turned his eyes back to the direction he was. Staring at the son who was lying helplessly.

"Sorry for what?" asked Ms. Fatimah with a straight forward view.

"For the same mistake I made again" he replied softly, there was a deep tone of regret in his words.

"Sorry, for the dark past that happened between us. I know I'm a selfless man who has wasted a good woman like you. I'm sorry Fatimah, I'm really sorry. Just because of my ego and ambition I lost the most precious treasure of my life"

"This regret really torments me, and I make sure this time I won't repeat it again. I don't want to lose it a second time. I've lost something so precious in my life, I've lost a wife as good as you when I promised I'd always make you happy, and I didn't want that to happen"

"I don't want my life to be filled with more regret and guilt by losing Akhtar. Akhtar is the only precious thing you have left for me that I can still take care of. To be honest all this time the life I lived was opposite to my heart. I'm sorry Fatimah, I'm sorry" her tone grew lower as the small sobs she tried to hold but were still heard by Ms. Fatimah.

Fatimah was silent to hear everything her ex-husband said. She did not expect that her ex-husband had borne the burden of great regret after parting with her.

"I'm sorry, Fatimah, forgive all my mistakes. I have made you shed a lot of tears and given you hurt and pain. Until now my life has not calmed down, I live with the guilt that continues to haunt me. I'm sorry Fatimah, I'm sorry" Mr. Furqan repeated his apology.

For a long time he had wanted to express his heart but had yet to find the right time and opportunity. To this day they are together waiting for their son and Mr. Furqan did not waste this precious opportunity.

Fatimah's mother still has no voice. She still did not expect that her ex-husband would reveal his heart. His mind floated on the past while they were still together. Mr. Furqan is a good man who treats Ms. Fatimah so special.

Even the parents of Ms. Fatimah who so selectively choose a prospective companion for her daughter were fascinated by the personality and ethics of Mr. Furqan so accept her to be a son-in-law when she expressed her intention to propose to Bu Fatimah.

Until finally the master of Fatimah was willing to release the eldest daughter of their family pride to live with Mr. Furqan. But unfortunately it turns out that his proud daughter-in-law also finally makes them disappointed.

"Fatimahs....Fatimahs.... Fatimah.." the call of Mr. Furqan resuscitated Ms. Fatimah from her daydream.

"Huh, huh?" Ms. Fatimah looked nervous when she heard Pa Furqan call her several times. She turned her head towards her ex-husband, their gazes met, for a moment their gazes locked onto each other as if they were diving into each other's feelings and thoughts.

A second later Miss Fatimah realized that what she was doing was wrong, she immediately lowered her eyes away from Pa Furqan who was still staring at Bu Fatimah with a difficult gaze to interpret.

"It's all happened and it's been a while. I don't think there needs to be any more discussion about the past between us. Everything that happened in the past has become a dream and destiny for us. I have received it with a conscious and airy chest that all is the destiny that God has set for me. I don't have to worry, I've forgiven Akang and Sopia"

"Everybody who has ever been hurt, will go through a phase of tearless remembrance and I've gone through that phase Kang. I've been sincere with everything that's happened to me in the past. Because it turns out sincere is not an option but a necessity so that there is value of worship in every thing we do"

"So from now on live happily with Kang, Akang does not need to continue living in guilt. Eliminate that feeling, because I have been sincere and I have forgiven Akang" continued Bu Fatimah with a smile that expands on her lips.

Mr. Furqan who heard Bu Fatimah's answer that was so sincere actually made his heart feel more guilty. He really felt like he was the dumbest man to have wasted the opportunity to have a godly woman who had now become his ex-wife.

If time can be repeated he wants to return to his former life with Fatimah. Living a simple household but full of warmth, togetherness, comfort and tranquility.

It is different from her current home life. The treasure he has, the office he has. But his heart felt empty, the woman who used to make herself interested to turn away from Fatimah was only physically beautiful but his heart was full of worldly ambitions and how high his ego, he said, he always imposes what he wants no matter how to get it, no matter when others are wronged because of his actions. She was very much different from the gentle, obedient, caring, loving and humble Fatimah.

"Fatimah, if time could be repeated, I ..." Mr. Furqan's words stopped, he did not know what else to say to the woman before him. Fatimah has a very broad heart.

"Sometimes we will never know the value of a moment until it turns into a memory. Save the past for proof and give laughter and smiles for the future" Fatimah turned her eyes back to Akhtar, who was still lying weakly on the hospital bed that she had been in for almost five months.

"Fatimah, I realize you are the best woman I have ever known, I.." said Mr. Furqan again paused when Ms. Fatimah looked at him sharply.

"Enough, remove the old version of me in your mind, I'm not that person anymore" interrupted Bu Fatimah in a firm tone, making Pak Furqan's guts shriek.

He did not dare to continue his words. Ms. Fatimah seemed focused on looking at her son with a speech that did not stop dhikr and pray for healing for her son.

The atmosphere of the room was quiet again and only the sound of the patient monitor was heard filling the room.

"Fatimah, why don't you get married again?" that silly question suddenly slid out of Mr. Furqan's mouth. Ms. Fatimah even frowned upon hearing that ridiculous question.

"Are you traumatized?" again Mr. Furqan asked a question that stuck in the heart of Ms. Fatimah. But then Ms. Fatimah smiled in response, Ms. Fatimah looked at Mr. Furqan.

"Not traumatized, just afraid of the same ending. Because disappointed has taught me to hard to believe again" replied Ms. Fatimah firmly.

Degg..this time the reply of Ms. Fatimah was so striking in the heart of Mr. Furqan, he looked at Ms. Fatimah deeper with a look full of regret.

"My hope is now only one, hopefully all the things that are being pursued at this time for my son Akhtar Farzan do not end up disappointing" he said, saying, pilu, he looked back at Akhtar and without feeling the tears flowing back down his cheeks.

Mr. Furqan also followed the direction of Bu Fatimah's view. He looked at his proud son with eyes that were also already dewy.

"Vijaya, Akhtar Farzan Wijaya....Fatimah, he is also my son" interrupted Mr. Furqan who heard Bu Fatimah mention the name of his son without Wijaya which is his final name.

Ms. Fatimah just smiled faintly hearing Mr. Furqan's words. His gaze remained focused on the son, his heart constantly begging the Living Owner for his son's recovery.

"O Allah, I am a Mother whom You have entrusted to conceive, to give birth to, to nurse, to raise, and to educate her to be as You have commanded. Now the son you have secured for me is lying helpless. I beg you, by my authority as Mother I pray, ask You to heal my son, take away his pain, give healing because You are Healer. O Lord, there is no one who can cure sickness except You, heal my son with a healing that leaves no pain. Aamiin Ya Rabbal 'Alamiin" do'a Bu Fatimah in his heart.