Last Prayer

Aris The Malang

"Mas. I'm confused about this. What are we going to eat tomorrow? Rice is over, money ain't got."

"Patience, deck. Don't be afraid of hunger. Allah is rich, rich and full of riches. It is easy for Him to give us sustenance so that we do not go hungry. Only then, can or not seduce Him to want to give the rizki to us."

"Yes I know, my mom. But we also have to make efforts. I want to work again, Mom. In the meantime, until you get to work like you used to."

The accident during the holiday homecoming, exactly 3 months ago, made Mas heru so long rest at home. His leg was broken and crushed. It should take a long time for his recovery. Not to mention the treatment that requires a lot of time and cost. Yes, although all medical costs during surgery and hospitalization are fully borne by the government. But for my daily meal and the cost back and forth to the hospital makes me have to borrow here and there.

"Who will Aris take care of, deck? You know, I take care of myself hard. How do you take care of Aris?"

"Yes, I can try to talk to Mom. Please take care of Aris while I stay at work. After work, immediately taken again Arisnya. It's just temporary. Not forever."

Mas heru who was lying just staring at the ceiling. He does not catch my word. Because He knows, his mother will not want to take care of 4-year-old Aris. Aris is my mother-in-law's only granddaughter. Not all without reason. My mother-in-law never liked me. From the beginning Mas heru was close to me, my mother-in-law had already shown her dislike for me. Mas here is actually already betrothed to the son of landlords. But Mas here prefers me to be his wife. That's why my mother-in-law doesn't like Aris.

"Yes already, deck. I'm trying to talk to Mom tomorrow. Maybe mom's knocking on her heart to help us look after Aris."

"Yes, mas. Hopefully, InshaAllah. Yowis, break mas. It's late at night. I'm gonna iron the clothes first, let Aris sleep."

Heru smiled and nodded slowly. I turned off the room lights, then rushed out to the clothes that had been calling me. My hands are cool rubbing back and forth the tools I used to wear to smooth clothes. Suddenly, the shadow suddenly swirled back in front of my eyes.

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"The mother's blessing is very important, heru! If you continue to marry this poor woman, how can you improve the degree and dignity of the family? Even to make your mother happy, you are reluctant. Without your mother's blessing, how will you get ridho from Him?"

"Mom, I totally understand, mother's ridho is his ridho. But how could I ever obey my mother's will to marry a girl I don't love at all? I'd be very guilty if I married her, ma'am."

"Already, heru. If you insist on marrying her. Don't expect me to approve and accept it in this family. Your father's gone, so you should have heard what I told you."

I who was brought by mas here to his house to be introduced to his mother as a future wife at that time, just fell silent to endure the pain that suddenly pierced my chest.

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'Mother ... I no longer have both parents. At first I hoped that by getting married, I could have parents again. But it's just empty hope. Even my son doesn't have a grandmother, ' my mind cries.

"Name ... Huhuhuh ... Tarmac ..." Aris suddenly cried calling me. He awakens.

I rush to wipe away my tears that have been dripping. I turn the heat regulator button to the low point on the iron. I left, then turned to Aris's room.

*****

Early in the morning I was as neatly dressed as anyone who wanted to apply for a job. Previously I had prepared all the needs and needs for Aris and also Mas here, including cooking at the same rate from the results of the kasbon at the shop next door.

"Have you called Mom yet, sir?"

"It has. But I haven't told you to leave Aris to her. I just asked to play here, because there's something that has to be said directly."

"Continue?"

"Yes, mom wants to. Here."

"Yes already, mas. I'm saying yes. Pray for me to be made easy."

"Past, deck. InshaAllah, Allah is sincere and you are looking for work out there."

"Thank you, mas. Say hi to mom. Say also my apologies to him, for having to trouble him. Assalamualaikum!"

"Yes. Waalaikumsal. Careful, deck."

I nodded, then passed leaving Mas heru who was having breakfast, and Aris who was still fast asleep.

*****

Time is turning faster. The hot sun I don't feel anymore. I've been to several factories to apply for work. But nil. There are no factories I have visited. I'm starting to get desperate. Hunger and thirst approached me. Luckily, I brought the stuff I cooked this morning. My eyes spread around. Looking for a comfortable shade to spend my lunch. I also chose a place right under a fairly shady tree.

"Alhamdulillah!" I said, who has given up hunger and thirst.

"Wulans? Wulan, right?"

"Ehh. I-yes. I'm sorry, but who knows my name?"

"Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. You haven't changed. Stay beautiful from the past. Pangling me! This is Mira, your high school friend. Time doesn't remember?"

"Yes Allah ... You mir? I guess who! I'm the one pangling with you! Very pretty, very young!"

"Ah. You ... Just might be!"

"Lohs. Seriously by mir. Success now yes! Your jailing is rich big boss. Hihihi," I said with a laugh.

Mira just smiled to see me laugh. Then he looked at me with a confused look.

"Lane. Why are you carrying a chocolate map? Rich wants to apply for work."

"Yes, mir. I'm looking for work to help a husband who can't work anymore until now."

"Why is your husband?"

"Innalilahi ... You're patient, Wulan. Sorry before, Lan. What are you graduates"

"School Graduates only, mir. Best of all, be a coolie."

"Don't do that. It is not good to humble yourself. You work in my office. From you the router is not clear where to go."

"Huh? The office? Seriously do I want to be at work at the office? I'm just a high school graduate, mir."

I who heard the offer from Mira was wide in disbelief. It seems impossible for High School graduates to work in the office. Or would Mira hire me as a cleaning service? I don't know, it's okay for me. Most importantly, now is how I can earn money for my family's life.

My guess is wrong. After the interview and the others were over, I was surprised that I worked as an office staff. I didn't think Mira was so good to me. Thanks to him, I no longer need heat to find a job. I can't wait to bring this good news home.

*****

"Assalamualaikum," I said happily when entering the house.

There's no answer. Where'd they. I'm looking, apparently Mas here in Aris's room.

"Assalamualaikum," I said again.

"Getishalight." Heru answered it.

"This is. My wife has no brain. Already know the husband is sick, the child is also a child, in the stay-away go!" cerocos mother-in-law when I just arrived.

I don't take care of my mother-in-law's words. I just want to know what happened. Until everyone gathers in Aris's room.

"What's up, ma'am? Aris why?"

"So Aris played outside for a while. Keep going home and crying megangin head and chest. He said he fell down the stairs of his stall bu nani."

Warung Bu nani is indeed high, there are stairs that connect the stall with the road, because right in front of the stall, there is a large and deep trench.

"Yes Allah. How are you doing, Mom?"

I immediately turned to approach Aris who was asleep.

"From what I see, the outside is not hurt. It's just that I'm worried, there will be internal injuries. Daritadi Aris complained of pain in the chest and head."

"It's all your fault! What if your son dies? This little boy lives here! Ask mom to take care of him. I don't want to!"

"MashaAllah, ma'am. I didn't come out to play. Not for fun alone. I'm looking for a job to help Mas here for money."

"Reason! I know you're tired and tired of taking care of your husband like this. Aren't you? That's why you're looking for a reason to get out."

"Astagfirullah, Mum. It's not like that."

"Name ... Tarmac ..."

I saw Aris suddenly wake up and grimace in pain calling my name. His face was very pale. I hold it, it's hot at body temperature.

"Umi's here, son. Why you, honey? Where's that sick?"

"I'm tight, mi. My head is spinning."

I immediately undressed the clothes attached to Aris' body. My eyes widened to see Aris' chest body turn blue as it was completely hit by a blunt and hard object.

"Astagfirullah. Where did you fall like this?"

The breath of Aris grew stingy. It feels like an incredible feeling.

"I'm beating the prayer rug with Dodi, mi. Then it fell to the rock."

"Why did Aris come out anyway, mas?" I said who was crying.

"Name ... I want a prayer like Dodi's. Buy me a prayer mat, umi!"

"Yes, if you have money, buy it, son."

"I want it now, umi. I want it now."

Aris continued to whine asking to buy a prayer mat. He kept crying. Seeing him like this makes me sick. It's so hard for my life, to just buy her a little prayer mat I can't afford.

"We'll get treatment first, son. Fear of dangerous wounds in them. Later if Aris has healed, umi immediately buy a prayer mat for Aris."

"Money alone does not have, use everything to seek treatment. What are you gonna pay for, you?" said Ketus' mother-in-law.

"Mothers. Already, mom. Pity Aris if it's still in the storm. I'm calm, we have registered Aris in BPJS," said Mas heru who finally opened the voice.

Aris I immediately took her to the hospital. Even without a penny in my hand, I still carry it. BPJS does not cost anything at all. But at least there should be a handle for me just in case. I know, Mother-in-law has a lot of money, but I'm not brave enough to borrow it. Asked for help to keep Aris alone, he did not want, until Aris had to be like this. Especially money matters. I resigned even with empty hands. Right now only Aris' health is what I prioritize.

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