Last Prayer

Aris Fainted Back

"Bus ... Why did you do all this for me? I don't deserve it at all, Mom. It's all mom's. Belongs to mother." I said quietly and carefully.

I approached my mother-in-law who was relaxing sitting in the backyard with a photo album in her hand, while eating a snack and occasionally sipping warm tea in a cup with a picture of flowers.

"Don't stand, sit here, join ngeteh mother."

"Mr ..."

"Sit, Wulan!"

I also sat next to my mother-in-law. I saw the photo album that was still open on his lap. A little boy in a Kindergarten uniform similar to Aris's stature was on one of the photoshoots on the album.

"Mom, who is this little boy? It's like Aris. Is this Heru's mas?"

"Yes. This is Heru when he was just starting school, he was 5 years old. Aris is very similar to little Heru. Nothing was thrown out of him. From a small Heru always makes the mother smile about her actions. She never let her mother cry in front of her. At all times, the mother always goes through the days with him, without exception. He was very close to my mother. Even when he was 10 years old, Heru wanted to stay asleep accompanied by his mother. Heru ... Missing mom, son! I'm a kangeeeeen once."

I don't feel my tears falling. Seeing my mother-in-law like this, I felt so guilty for taking Heru's mas out of her life. Because of me, mas Heru became hated by his own mother. Because of me, Heru chose to leave his mother to stay with me.

I'm really selfish. It's like I'm an evil woman who indirectly separates a child from her mother. If only I had rejected the proposal mas Heru, at this time mother and mas Heru would have been happy. My mind became dreamy, until it forgot the fate of God who put me in the life I am now living.

'Astagfirullah ..' my murmur regretted my divisive thoughts.

"Mother ... If mother misses the same mas Heru. I'll be able to vent the kangen's taste through Aris. Or the mother can also send a prayer for Heru mas every prayer in the mother's prostration. Soon enter Maghrib time, enter yuk, we better be ready to congregate to pray for Heru mas."

Mom nodded slowly and then smiled at me.

*****

"Navis ... Eat first, son. I've been waiting for you, Grandma."

"Yes, umi."

After the Maghrib prayer until the time of Isya, Aris always chanting his Qur'an memorization. Even after praying like this, Aris still continues to memorize.

The prayer rhyme of Heru, which once left a blackish red spot along with a heart wound of loss, bears silent witness to the determination of his heart in memorizing the verses of the Qur'an. Not by reading it, but listening from the murotal audio of the Qur'an which was specifically recorded in Heru on a black box as big as a wallet.

"Navis ... Don't be so tired! Lots of rest" my mother-in-law said as we arrived at the dinner table.

"Yes, grandma."

"Tuh, listen! Don't skirt'an! Aris could be diligent in memorizing the Qur'an. Umi was happy to see it. But remember Aris' health too. Don't get too suspended!"

I talked to Aris while shifting the chair a little backwards for Aris to sit down, then I asked to sit next to him.

"Yes, umi. I'm not tired. 'You just sit around."

"Navis ... Memorizing is not easy. It takes thought and concentration which also drains energy. Don't underestimate. Umi like this, not because umi forbids you, umi just want you to rest a lot so that your health condition does not decline again."

"Yes already, Wulan, Aris. Come on, let's eat!"

Aris and I turned towards my smiling mother-in-law looking at us. Then I nodded, followed by Aris who also nodded with her smile.

*****

"Grandmother, thank you, because grandma has made umi happy" said Aris in the silence of the garden behind the house.

As usual, my mother-in-law always filled the afternoon to relax under a shady tree, which was decorated with fish ponds around it resembling a river flow. Very fitting to spoil the eyes and mind that are tired all day activities.

I, who was standing at the back door of the house and just got home from the office, looked at them, and then I came to mingle to unwind for a moment before cleaning myself.

"Yes, honey. It was my grandmother's duty as a parent. Not only umimu, Grandma will also try to make Aris happy."

"So will Umi continue to keep and make Aris happy" said my timpalku who immediately hugged his tiny body from behind.

"Name ... Already home? How's umi at the office? Umi must be tired. Umi want some warm tea? Let Aris pour it, can't she?"

My mother-in-law smiled with a nod. Without waiting for me to say it, Aris's hand landed on the handle of a small teapot of floral ceramic on the table right in front of her. Very carefully he poured it into a small cup with the same motif as the teapot. I immediately turned around to sit next to Aris.

"Duh, shbynya umi just know, if umi thirsty. It looks good on the neck and stomach. It will feel warm!" I said, who then sipped a warm tea that still feels quite hot in the mouth.

"Grandma, umi, can I ask you something?"

I stopped the tea in my mouth. So did my mother-in-law, immediately put the magazine she was holding on the table when she saw Aris so serious about her question.

"Aris wants what?" I said by pointing my body at him.

"Aris wants to have a brother and sister. Let the house be crowded."

"I mean Aris? Aris want to lift a child?"

"Yes, umi. If Aris sleeps later, Umi and Grandma are still there to accompany him. Let the house be crowded. Not lonely."

Somehow my tears suddenly came out, although the meaning I understood was not directly revealed, I understood what he was thinking. I really couldn't resist the tears that came. Instantly a warm and tight hug flung onto his body.

"Astagfirullah, son. Your body is very hot. You why?" I was shocked when I felt the temperature of Aris's body that was suddenly hot.

"Wulan, what's wrong? Aris why?"

"I'm not papa, umi, grandma. My eyes are tired, I want to sleep. Umi can take me to my room?"

"Aris! You are sick! You have a high fever! It's not the room and the bed you should be looking for, but the medicine and the hospital!"

"Just carry, Wulan. Aris's face is turning pale! Come on, let's go to the hospital! I'm afraid anything's happened to her!"

Kugendong Aris whose breath I think is getting crowded. The eyes that I saw were sad, slowly closed. My breathing was tight, panting with Aris while crying anxiously.

"Oh Allah, Aris. Conscious boy, wake up! Mom, hurry, mom!"

"Yes, you wait here, let me take the car ahead of here."

No more than two minutes, the mother-in-law was already in front of the house with the car she was driving. I hurriedly pulled the handle on the car door. When I had Aris sitting and closing the door, I didn't waste my time stepping on the gas pedal.

The journey to the hospital was so long. My body could not stand still, my eyes took turns to look at the road and then turned to Aris's face like he was asleep. Seeing Aris leaning weakly in my arms, the more I sobbed, my sobs tight as if telling mom to quickly take this car to the hospital.

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