Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)

Destinies

Ammar hasn't opened his eyes for three days. Mom and Dad are worried about her situation. He's still in a coma. Pakde, Bude, Mbah, and Halim and her brother were also not less worried to see Ammar who still closed his eyes.

The atmosphere of the hospital that night was fairly quiet, only the sound of the night wind accompanying the breathing of patients who were resting. The hallway in front of the room was very quiet.

Mom was crying over Ammar's right shoulder, whispering something in his ear.

“Son, wake up if you still love your mother this.”

My mother was not ceaselessly crying. He did not want to lose his firstborn. Her eyes were swollen because there were too many tears coming out of her eyelids. The heart rate gauges showed there was still activity in Ammar's heart, though it was weak. Mother always prays every night for the health of her two children who are both treated in this hospital.

“Daddy .. Father ..“ Ammar constantly calls his father.

“Dad here, Nak.” Said Dad stroking Ammar's hair.

Ammar's forehead began to sweat. He seemed to force his legs to move, but could not. His lips kept calling his father. His eyes slowly opened.

“A..Father.”

“Iya, Son. This is Father.”

“Mother.”

His mother was still crying looking at Ammar who was lying weak.

“Mbah, Pakde, Bude are also here, Nak.” His father kept stroking Ammar's black hair

“A..Which sister, Dad?”

“Your sister is in the next room.”

Ammar's memory slowly returned. He began to remember the chronology of events that made him here.

“Is nothing?”

In conditions like this, Ammar still had time to think about his only child too. His affection for the Little Sister almost equalled his love for both his parents.

“Your sister is better. Now undergoing recovery period.”

“Alhamdulillah.”

There was a bit of happiness in Ammar's eyes. Her eyes were clear and showed how much she loved her sister. His condition is not like he was frustrated, the important thing is his sister survived.

Ammar's face changed. After kissing the sidewalk and being thrown off the bike, Ammar's right cheek was no longer flat. Bandages wrapped most of his face. Fortunately, the helmet he was wearing did not come off his head. Maybe if the helmet was off when he was thrown from the motorbike, he almost certainly forgot his memory and did not know everything beside him.

Soon a young doctor came to Ammar and his family.

“Goodnight.”

“Night, Doc.” Reply Ammar lirih.

“Aalhamdulillah's. I am so happy to see this good news”.

“Is my son okay, Doc?”. Ask Mom.

“Shortly, Mom. I check first”.

The doctor removed a stethoscope and some other tools. It did not take long for the doctor to know the current condition of Ammar. The doctor then took Dad out of the room to speak with four eyes.

Five minutes later, Salman's doctor returned to the room. Dad's face suddenly pale. I don't know what the doctor told him. Dad's pale face was covered with a slight smile. But what power, once pale remains pale. The doctor left the room after saying thank you.

“What's up, Yah?” Ask Ammar curious.

“Nothing.”

Then I took Mom out of the room. Now only Mbah, Pakde, Bude, and Ammar remain in the VIP room.

“Bu, our son.”

I repeated what the doctor explained to him.

“Astagfirullah.” She started to shed tears while covering her mouth with her hands.

“We are patient yes, Mom. Ammar must have been strong through all this.”

The doctor said that there was a blocked blood vessel in Ammar. Blood vessels that carry blood intake to the brain. If this continues to happen, Ammar may have a coronary heart attack that could result in death. Doctors also said that Ammar had to be operated on. The father, who knew the character of his eldest son, said that Ammar did not want to be operated on. If not surgery, automatically his blood vessels will continue to be blocked and the chance of coronary heart attack his body is also higher.

“Only a miracle can save Ammar.” That was the last doctor said before ending his brief conversation with Dad.

I can only be quiet. He might be able to persuade Ammar to operate. But what power, his stance is always strong.

“Doctors also say, maybe Ammar can only wake up for a few minutes because there are several milliseconds of blood that can pass to the brain. After that, he will comma back.”

I was a little surprised to hear Dad's last words. Mom decided to go back inside and make the best possible use of the time to talk to Ammar.

Mbah, Pakde, and Bude came out of the room, inside there was only Ammar and Mother.

“Lapo.o you shoot I want, Le[1].” Mba asked Dad.

He told the doctor's explanation a second time.

“Ammar is a very nice person, very attentive to the children in the village. He was even willing to teach teaching village children for free.” Pakde Ghofur recalls Ammar's services.

“Iyo, your son is very friendly. The villagers were all happy when he came. His words are always heard them.” Bude.

My father was drowning in his sadness.

“People feel at ease if Ammar comes home from Jakarta. The routine studies go back, some village children also take part in teaching every afternoon. In fact, for the class of thugs near the market only be proud.”

I realized that Ammar was needed by the general public, especially the villagers of Cemandi. If Dad goes out of town or attends a lecture invitation at another mosque, it must be a routine study schedule in the village holiday, let alone a schedule to teach yellow books. Ammar was the one who succeeded his father to fill that position. Not only the study of the villagers, he was not afraid to preach to the market thugs.

In the village of Candi, precisely at the end of the village near the road that leads to a fishing place that has not been built by residents, there is a small settlement that is somewhat foreign to the people of the temple. It was the headquarters where the thugs gathered. They are familiar with the residents, but not infrequently they are also unsettling because they often disturb village girls who pass by alone on a motorcycle.

They are not ceaselessly inviting citizens to follow their beliefs. Although hardly any citizens were affected, they all never gave up.

Pak Wahyu is someone who understands the science of religion more than others in the village of Temandi. The figure of the father who became a hero for the citizens, especially in terms of da'wah and convey the truth.

The fruit that fell not far from the tree, the saying proves that the intelligence of Pak Revelation in terms of religion also decreased to his firstborn.

Ammar was a golden boy in the village of Candi. Where his father went out for a purpose, he was always appointed as a substitute to fill the routine study every finished prayers Isya’.

“We can only pray, may Allah give Ammar long life and strong face this ordeal.” The words of Mbah are followed by the word amen in every one who hears it.

Mom and Ammar talked for a long time. I was surprised by Mom. I felt like I had a feeling that I would lose my first child. But Dad immediately threw away those thoughts because Dad always wished him all the best.

“Ammarrr . . . . . .” Mother shouted along with sobs that made the people in front of the VIP room startled. They immediately entered Ammar's room.

“Why, Mom?”. Ask Daddy gopoh.

I can't answer Dad's questions. I could only hug Ammar, whose eyes were firmly closed. Detectors showed no activity in Ammar's heart. Ghofur ran to call the doctor.

“Our son, Well . . Our son.” The mother was hysterical while shaking Ammar's body which did not move at all.

“Propay, Mom. . Patience.” I tried to calm Mom.

Before long, Pakde came followed by a doctor who brought complete equipment. Doctors tried to give electricity to Ammar's heart hoping it could return to function.

One try, nothing.

Twice, stay nil.

The last one is nil.

“*I*nnalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji’”. The words of the doctor were very imprinted on the hearts of all those in the VIP room.