Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)

Last Breath

Two months passed after Ammar's departure to Jakarta, the father's medicine ran out. Dad's pain has not been cured with so many and varied drugs. Father's condition is getting more concerning. Under these circumstances, my father sent an SMS to Ammar

“Nak, I pray. Later when you arrive at my age, at least . . . Our earth is still as beautiful as this.”

Dad also often wrote some sentences that touched the heart of mother. Not because of his affection for the mother, but rather about things that hint at death. That poem I found in Prof's book. Habibie, the third president of the Republic of Indonesia. I really like poetry about the beauty of nature, but this time I prefer poetry about separation.

Strange, but that's what happened.

As long as I'm still on the horizon

Honestly . . .

I didn't find anything

Except the infinite shame

Because . . .

I've been looking for something empty.

Kugantung paradise . . .

Skyfire . . .

Turns out I'm still unraveling

In bias.

When I started counting the wishes,

I am caught in uncertainty

When I start counting the faith

Gland me . . .

In eternity.

　

Mother continued to open sheet by sheet the notebook that was beside the father when the father was asleep. I was surprised to see what I wrote.

　

I want to see the end of the rainbow

But . . .

Where can I meet?

From this height . . .

When snow blows the earth.

All I know, is,

This country is beautiful.

But kuhayati . . .

As if it was meaningless.

If you stay away from us, then,

That's wrestling.

What kind of technology, again,

Which can and is powerful

Tuk treat my longing . . .

The Divine Robbi . . .

Beautiful, beautiful, and radiant face

I still want to find . . .

Tomorrow and tomorrow again . . .

It was also picked up dead.

My weapon has come

But, uh,

Will be near already . . .

Time repeats.

　

Mom shed tears, she couldn't read what was in my notebook. Until one night.

Dad was back groaning in pain. For most of his life, he never looked this pale. Mom immediately took me to the hospital. Not to forget, I called Ammar to come home soon. Mom also told me to pick up Azmy at the boarding school. Now, Ammar is on his way to his hometown.

Tonight tonight Jum’at, mother remembered the father's speech that afternoon.

“Bu, it would be wonderful if someone could die on Friday’at, let alone the night.”

Father was still lying weakly helpless with a smile expanding on his lips.

“Bu, before I die, I want to see our photos together for the last time.” Said Dad surprised Mom.

“Aduh, Dad. Don't say that again. It will soon be healed.” Mother said firmly.

Mom immediately took a cell phone and obeyed my father's wishes. Mom showed me some family photos in full. There's a picture of Ammar and Azmy as toddlers. There's a picture of my own father. There's a picture of both mom and dad.

Dad smiled

“Bu, I'm taking our son. I hope you can rest both of them happy in their lives. Mainly Ammar, I hope you can see him with his life companion.” After saying that, Dad closed his eyes.

I checked on dad. Mom's hand still holds dad's palm tightly. I looked at my father's face. There was a drop of tears dripping from both of Dad's eyes. A smile bloomed on the lips of the father who was starting to turn blue. Not a single breath came out of my nose. Father is back in His embrace.

Mom wanted to scream call the doctor, but what's the point. I also wanted to scream as loud as possible, but I couldn't change things. Mother can only give up. Time shows at half twelve in the night. Thirty minutes later the day changed, as my father had said that afternoon.

“Thank you Rabb, you have separated us by different circumstances. I was in the mortal realm and my husband had been in his new nature and dimension. If it comes to time, our life in the natural world will be completed and a new step in the new realm will begin soon. Make us one with You because true love is pure, holy, perfect, and eternal because of You.”

Ammar hasn't come yet, I'm gone forever.

Azmy hasn't been home yet, Dad's ready to go ahead of him.

Father, a person who always seems cheerful in every line of life, must now be willing to go home to face the Creator. Divine will is sometimes ambiguous, but that is the name of destiny. No one knows.