Last Prayer

The Bu Iwan Exam

"Where's Aris doing, doc? Aris is fine, isn't she, doc?" I said looking expectantly at someone who after examining Aris, standing before me.

"Calm down, Wulan's mom. Aris just fainted. His body is receiving less oxygen. That's what made him weak and faint. He just needs enough rest right now. Later when Aris is aware, it will be immediately transferred to the nursery. Then, excuse me. Want to handle other patients."

"Oh, yes, doc! Thank you." Thank you."

"Together, mom. Let's." Let's."

I shook my head and allowed Doctor Iksan to leave. Quick move. It seemed, he was indeed really busy with his patient patients. I approached Aris who was lying as if asleep.

"Alhamdulillah O, Allah ..."

I don't know what to say. At least, I'm grateful for the state of Aris that is not worrying at this time. Although my anxiety disappeared a little, the pain mixed with compassion seeped into my heart. Unable to see Aris had to lie weak again, accompanied by an infusion and oxygen hose on his nose, decorate his plain face that was still pale.

"Wulans! How, Aris? How's condition?" ask the new mom because when we were dropped off in front of the IGD room entrance, I still had to park the car first.

"Aris is fine, ma'am. Doctor Iksan said, Aris just fainted. His body was deprived of oxygen. That's why Aris was limp, and passed out like this."

"Nr ..."

Aris's voice when I just realized, calling me soft. Mom and I looked at him. I approached her face and rubbed her forehead, like I was combing her bangs over her head.

"Yes, Aris. What do you feel now, son? Aris wants a drink? Umi get it, okay?"

"No, umi. I'm going home. I don't want to be here, Umi. I'm going home!"

"Kok Aris said that? Aris's still limp, just sober, time wants to go straight home! It used to be a few days here, until Aris completely recovered. Grandma's gonna be with Aris, huh?"

"I want to go home, Umi! I want to go home!"

"Aris!" I said with a little pressure and restraint.

Aris immediately looked down at my mugkin face that already looked flushed with anger. Hearing and seeing Aris who I can't control more, it feels like I want to say hard to Aris who is difficult to calm down. Luckily, I was always able to hone my patience with Aris. My breath, long enough, made my emotions slowly subside.

The glass is almost full of mineral water on the nightstand. Carefully, the glass that I had held, I thrust right in front of Aris's still mellow face.

"Drink first, son. Let Aris be more calm. Yuk, drink."

Her tiny lips that looked dry, then approached the side of the glass I was holding. I helped her to put the glass in my hand to her mouth. Pretty thirsty Aris I saw, he drank almost out with just a few gulps.

"Stage, a little more. Just spend it."

"Already," he said while brushing the glass sodoran that still leaves about 10 milliseconds of water.

"Excuse me, good night! With ananda Aris?"

"Yes, sister." I said as the nurse approached and greeted us.

"Move to the nursery, yuk. Already down the street mail to move his room. It just so happened that Aris was conscious, so just get on with it, yeah."

"Oh, yes, sister."

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"Mom, I'll take Aris first, will you, ma'am? Go home and get necessities for me and Aris while here."

"Yes, you go home. Let me take care of Aris. When you come back, you come home."

"Yes, mom. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, be careful, Wulan!'

I nodded slowly. Just now that this body turned its back to Aris and Mother, with legs ready to step, Aris called out to me.

"Nr ..."

"yes, why, son?" I said looking at Aris.

Hearing Aris apologize with a stifled cry, I turned around. I approached him again. I held her gently.

"Sorry for what? Aris is not wrong, Umi is not angry. There is nothing to forgive. Aris don't think too much, son. Umi is not papa. Umi just wants Aris to understand, if Umi is very affectionate with Aris. Umi wants Aris healed!"

"Yes, umi, I'm sorry."

"Yes already, umi forgive Aris. Umi's coming home for a minute, yeah! Take our needs. If Aris wants anything, Aris talks to grandma, yes!"

Aris just shut up and looked at me. I don't know what he's thinking or feeling. His face looked sad, but so flat. It shows no expression of pain. Though obviously I know, because doctor Iksan said, the pain in Aris' chest post-surgery can not be underestimated.

"Assalamualaikum," I said again.

"Waalaikumsalam," said Aris and his mother together.

I'm going down this hospital aisle by aisle. The sky changed at dusk. I saw the clock curled up on my wrist. It is almost Maghrib time. I was a few meters away until the main lobby of the hospital connected to the exit, stopped my steps. In a few minutes, Adzan maghrib must have reverberated. I turned my body back to the mosque at the crossroads of the hallway I had just passed.

After completing the Maghrib prayer, I tidied up the mucus which I then put in the bag that I always carry when I want to travel. I moved this leg up and stepped up.

"Guil!"

Someone called. A voice I know very well. Clingukan, I'm looking for the origin of the sound. Until my eyes were fixed on the shady-faced figure smiling at me.

"Mrs Iwan?" I said I went straight to him.

I kissed her warm hands. His smile that always brushes makes the heart rustle. A woman I've taken for granted like my real mother. The woman who was always there for me when I really needed a reinforcement.

A warm embrace enveloped this body. Ma'am Iwan hugged me very tightly. I felt his body shake, followed by a hiccup. I know that Iwan is crying. Slowly, I let go of her embrace. I looked at his face that was already sweaty with tears. There was a sense of tightness hit this chest instantly when he saw the look on the face of an old woman in front of me who was crying bitterly.

"Mother why? Why are you crying, mom?"

Ms. Iwan did not answer, she just wiped the tears that had soaked her cheeks.

"We'll talk in front for a minute, yeah, ma'am."

I led Ms. Iwan's hand so that her feet would follow me. I need to know what happened to Miss Iwan. To the extent that Bu Iwan looks as sad and chalky as this.

"Here, mom. Drink first, let the mother be a little more calm," I put a bottle of bottled mineral water on Ms. Iwan.

Not much, just a mouthful I see Ma'am drinking it. Let it sit for a few seconds so it relaxes more.

"Mrs Iwan ... Wh why? What's with Miss Iwan?"

"Rail, Lan. Raggil ..."

Ms. Iwan cried again, the tears that had dried up, now flooded her face again. I gently rubbed his shoulders which moved up and down due to the hiccups.

"Why Ragil, ma'am? Did something happen to Ragil?" tanyaku carefully.

"Ragil got caught in a drug problem, Wulan! When the police raided and tried to arrest him, Ragil tried to escape. The police shot him in the leg so that Ragil could not escape again. I did not expect, if Ragil had been consuming and circulating the forbidden goods!"

Ms. Iwan spoke while crying. I heard it, I cried. I can't believe Ragil is like that. Whereas as long as I was neighbors with him, Ragil I knew so well. His worship is very diligent. It seems very unlikely that Ragil fell into a criminal shutter. I'm sure Ragil must have been mismanaging to make it like this.

"Astagfirullah ... Patience is yes, mom! I know, mom must have been pretty hit. Keep going now, what about Ragil?"

"Alhamdulillah Ragil is fine, but it still needs to be treated at this hospital."

"Thankfulness Alhamdulillah. How are you doing, Mom? Must have improved his condition, huh?"

Iwan's long, flinched breath, very visible and audible. His eyes back in college.

"Once Ragil found out he was caught in drugs, high blood disease my father immediately collapsed, then he fainted. When he was taken to the hospital, he did not know that he was in a coma. The blood vessels in his head are blocked. Got to get in the ICU."

This time my chest felt dagger-struck. It was very painful to hear Mr. Iwan's alarming condition. I hugged the crying mama Iwan. Trying to strengthen her heart which I think is fragile. I know what it's like in Iwan's current position. Very know.

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