Last Prayer

Between Anxiety and Happiness

"Mom Wulan, can we talk together?"

Doctor Iksan who had finished with several series of examinations on Aris, then asked me to speak four eyes with him. My gut feeling was bad right away. Doctor Iksan looked so serious, making my heart riled up instantly. I don't know what he wants to say about Aris' current condition.

"Oh, yes, doc. I can!"

"Aris same grandma can come out first, yes. Let the same doctor Umi Aris talk first briefly about what drugs Aris will take later."

Aris nodded in step following the hand of my mother-in-law, who carried her tiny body missing behind the door.

"Sorry, Miss Wulan, if I take a little time to stay here, listen to what I want to convey from the results of the examination that I just did to Aris."

"No papa, doc. Just listening to something as important as this won't make my time feel seized."

"OKs. So, from the results of my examination, Aris has not fully recovered. This can make it one time will drop back. Moreover, Aris is still small, he is still very vulnerable to keep doing activities that can make him drop. Right now, I know Aris is feeling a pain in his chest. Although he is good at hiding it, but I know exactly by looking at Aris' reaction when I tried to press the chest post-surgery. His lungs are very worrying. A small wound from a slight scratch punctured in his lungs when he fell, and then a boulder hit his ribs so young, causing his lungs to become infected."

Doctor Iksan's words were like a slap that landed on my anxious face. The feeling of tightness came back to my chest. This feeling of fear that I thought was excessive, was so attached to my mind. Afraid of losing again.

"But, doc. Hasn't Aris been operated on? Aris's supposed to be cured, right, Doc? The doctor himself said Aris will gradually recover and improve. Why is Aris' lung now infected?"

"His recovery is slow, in addition, Aris has a very weak immune power. Supposedly after the control of the operation, the external wound has dried so that the bandage will be removed. But, Aris's current surgical scar is still so wet and instead she bleeds when pressed. That means his lungs are infected."

"Astagfirullah ..."

My body trembled to hear the doctor Iksan explain Aris' condition which was far from improving, it was getting worse to make him infected. The moment Aris' grimacing face endured the pain suddenly rested spoiled on my net. My cheeks were again showered with tears that seemed like I did not want to hold longer settles in the eye bags. The pain he felt he could keep to himself. I know, Aris did it just so I wouldn't come back sad and anxious about it.

"Aris can heal, can't she, doc? Aris will be cured, right?"

"InshaAllah, Miss Wulan. We as human beings can only pray and pray. The rest, let God govern."

"Amijin ... InshaAllah Aris is strong yes, doc. InshaAllah Aris will be healed!"

"Aamijin! Patient Mrs Wulan, yes. In the routine of the drug and its control. A week later, it was back in control again. If Aris's condition still does not develop, Aris may soon be re-opnamed in order to receive intensive care. Here I give you a new prescription for an outside drug. The others are still the same as the medicine I previously prescribed when I returned home post-surgery."

"Yes, doc. Thank ye. Excuse me then, yes, doc! Assalamualaikum."

"Okay, Miss Wulan. You welcome. The waalaikumsalam."

Before opening the door, I fell silent with my body still standing in front of the door. I guess my tears are still wet on my cheeks. A long and heavy breath, I exhaled with a bang through my mouth. I wish my face was back flat. I don't want to, Aris to the point that I just cried over her condition. Crying over the pain he was covering up.

"Square."

"Nr ..."

Aris greeted me with a hug as her eyes caught my figure coming out as the door opened. I smiled, then returned his embrace.

"What's the old one? What's the doctor saying, umi? Am I okay?"

"Aris is fine, son. Only, said the doctor should be more extended rest. Don't get too tired, and don't mind too much. Can't hide the feeling, whatever it is. Also, the spirit of taking his medicine. Let the spit heal," I said with a gentle swab of his head.

"Does Aris still have to control anymore?" ask my mother-in-law who then I set her steps so that her position is close to me.

"Still, mom. Iksan's doctor told Aris to return to control a week later."

"What did he say about Aris' condition?"

"Later at home I'll tell you, yeah, ma'am."

I poked my mother-in-law's arm. As her eyes looked at me who looked like I was asking, I blinked directly as a gesture for my mother-in-law to understand what I meant. As fast as lightning he nodded. Assuming a signal from me, a sign he understands.

*****

"Russia ... Are you serious about working in Mira's office?"

I stopped my mouthful and drank the water I had poured into the previous glass. It was impossible for me to speak with my mouth filled with food.

"Yes, mom. Aris and I will have to move on. Life needs money, there's no way I keep bothering you."

"Yes, if that was your choice. Mother will support. Don't worry about Aris. I will definitely try to give my best for Aris. I will take care of her whole heart."

I nodded and continued my mouth again. While Aris, I saw her enjoying her breakfast. He is a smart and independent child. I admire him a lot.

"Oh yes, Wulan. Later you will be delivered by Mr. Ujang only. Than having to be tired of getting up and down public transportation. To Mira's office, you'll have to take public transportation twice."

"No papa, ma'am. I'm used to taking public transport everywhere. It doesn't matter if you only have to go up and down public transport twice."

I smiled when I heard Mom speak. Even with a smile, my eyes still dew. My harp with my mother-in-law's attitude has really softened, even twisted very far up to 180 degrees.

"Yes already. I want to take Mr. Ujang to the office. Thank you, ma'am."

*****

"Excuse me, good morning." I said as I arrived at Mira's office, and went straight to the reception desk.

"Yes mbak. What a need, huh? Can anyone help?"

"I'm Wulan, Mira's friend. Can you meet Mira?"

I remember what Mira said. When I arrived at his office, I was told to say my name and introduce myself as his friend. The reason is, so that the receptionist can immediately allow me to enter to meet him.

"Oh, Wulan's mother! Yuk, let me take you to Mira's room."

"Yes, ma'am"

I followed the steps of the fast receptionist. Once inside, I was amazed by the luxury of the office under the auspices of Mira. Stepping around the receptionist, I looked around, large and sturdy with simple yet elegant design touches at every angle. Then, his steps stopped in front of one of the doors of the largest room in this office building. 

"So soon, ma'am."

"Eh, yes, ma'am."

"Tok tok!"

"Square."

"Excuse me, ma. There's Wulan's ma'am." she said with her hand still holding the doorknob open only half and then she nodded with a smile.

The door, which was only half open, is now wide open.

"Bu Wulan, please. I've been waiting for Mira inside."

"Yes, mom. Thank you, yes!"

The receptionist nodded with a faint smile and then passed.

"Assalamualaik."

"Girlwindsalam! Vuelina ... Here and there, sit!"

"Thank you, Mir. Great of you, yes! Your office is huge. I'm so proud of you, Mir.

"Oh you, you could praise! How's it? Are you ready to join the shareholders in this office?"

"What, Mir? The shareholders? Meanin?"

"You only have to sign this letter, and at that time your position was already a shareholder in this office! Nih buru, signed. I'll show you the room for you."

Mira's face looked serious with an occasional smile looking at me who was confused by all this. I really don't understand what that means.

"You know, Mir. Don't overdo the joking!"

"Who's kidding, Wulan? You know, this company stands with ownership in the name of me and Aunt Rani. Managed under my auspices. Aunt Rani is the largest shareholder. He's my superior. But in this office, I'm his boss. When you have signed an agreement to accept the transfer of shares from Aunt Rani on your behalf, it means you will be my boss."

Hearing Mira speak, I was unable to get a word out of my trembling lips to hold back the cry. I didn't expect, my mother-in-law would dare to entrust this to me. I'm just a housewife, I don't have any degree, I only have my High School diploma, but my mother easily entrusts her company to me. I don't think I can take it. It's beyond my ability.

"But, Mir. I'm just a high school graduate! How could I possibly be able to replace your position in overshadowing and managing this company? The risk is huge, Mir. I don't want to take it!"

"Russia ... You can learn, a little bit. For a long time I was sure you could surpass my abilities. It's just a matter of time. I know all your abilities, Wulan. You can continue school to a higher level to be accepted among employers. I hope you sign it soon. Don't let aunt Rani down."

I set my heart on signing the affidavit approvingly and accepting the transfer of shares of my mother's name to be in my name. I hope that one day I will be able to make my mother-in-law proud of my results and not regret what she has released for me even at such a high risk. I don't want to waste his trust.

"Milk ..."

For a moment, a piece of paper stamped with the original letterhead from the company I signed.

'Yes Allah ... I believe in Your destiny which has put me in this position. I'm grateful to have been surrounded with the good people you chose to be near me.'

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