Last Prayer

Replies To Bu Iwan's Goodness

Bu Iwan continued to tell about the severe problems he was facing. It got to the point where Ragil tried to kill himself because he felt useless, made his parents embarrassed, and disappointed with his actions. He took the drug at an unnatural dose that resulted in an overdose. Luckily Iwan immediately found out and was immediately treated by a doctor, and Ragilpun finally could be saved.

"Assynnya!" I said when I went into Ragil's nursery.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Sister Wulan? Who's the same, mbak? By himself?

Seeing me coming towards him, Ragil changed his position from lying down to sitting leaning on the head of the bed. While Miss Iwan who also just came with me, busy cutting the cake in the box, she said, and transferred to a plate which he then placed on the nightstand along with several glasses of mineral water.

"Come, taste Wulan."

"Eh, yes, ma'am. Thank you!"

"Mom's just gonna go to the toilet for a second, yeah!"

I nodded, then plucked the legit layer cake that Iwan ma'am had just served me. Before devouring it, I answered Ragil's question which had paused with the talk of Iwan's mother offering me cake.

"Yes, Gil. I myself, happened to meet your mother in the mosque." I said, who then devoured the cake that I had drunk earlier.

"Loh, what does Wulan need? How can I meet you at this hospital mosque? Who's sick?"

"Rose, Gil. Suddenly fainted. Postoperative effect."

"Oh Allah, have great pity on Aris, yes. A child as small as Aris must feel such a heavy pain."

Ragil's face I saw was sad. His eyes are now watering. Then he lowered his head. Like trying to hold back a cry. Before long, he looked back up at me, looking at me.

"Send my regards to Aris, yes, ma'am!"

"Yes, I'll tell Aris. You're recovering fast, yeah, Gil. Don't repeat, pity your mother. She must have been devastated, seeing the person she loved, both lying in the hospital."

"Yes, ma'am" he said, lowering his face.

"Repent immediately! Return to the path of God. Your father needs your prayers, Gil. So does your mother, she needs you so much!"

"Yes, mom! I'm sorry mbak. I'm sorry it became like this. I'm sorry, ma'am!"

"I apologize to your mother, especially God."

Ragil nodded slowly. Then, the sound of the toilet door opening. Toilet in this room. Instantly, he wiped away quickly and roughly the tears that had dripped down his cheeks.

"Sorry, Wulan! Waiting a long time."

"No papa, ma'am. Then I'll go home, ma'am, Ragil? Afraid of the night, 'will have to come back here."

"Oh, yeah-yes. Well, greetings to your mother and Aris, yes!"

I smiled, nodding. Grabbed the fingers of Iwan's mother who then kissed gently.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam," said Bu Iwan and Ragil almost simultaneously.

I stepped foot with a smile on my face. It feels great to meet Miss Iwan here and repay all the kindness they have given to my family. I know, ma'am Iwan wouldn't want me to openly give him a little windfall, despite the reason I wanted to replace the money he had given me several times.

When Iwan was on the toilet, Ragil wailed sadly with his head down, at that time I also slipped a thick brown envelope containing sheets of red paper money into the nightstand drawer next to me. Of course, I had already written a name for the recipient, so as not to mis-target when the envelope they found, but not with the name of the giver.

Yeah, the free envelopes I got from a business associate I just received his offer from, when he offered to work on a big project at the company I'm currently leading. Maybe it was the windfall of Iwan and his family, until Allah brought me together with Iwan in His house.

"Assynnya!" my regards when I open the door to Aris's nursery.

"Vaalaikumsalam. How long, Lan? Jammed, huh?"

I saw Aris who had fallen asleep in his sleep. Her face was so calm, sweet and warm this heart.

"No, ma. Before returning home, I prayed maghrib first in the mosque just in front of the crossroads. Continuously met Ms. Iwan, my neighbor when contracting first, which I told my mother."

"Oh ... Ms. Iwan. What is he doing at this hospital, Wulan? Is anyone's family sick?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I told all the problems that Iwan was facing to mom. So is the matter of the prize money from a big client that I gave to Miss Iwan. Unexpectedly, my mother understood and justified the decision I had made. Even my mother told me to hire Ragil, when he recovered and was free from punishment, in the office I was leading.

"Don't arrive because he's hard to find work because he's been stuck in drugs, it makes him worse and choose to return to the wrong company."

"That's right, ma'am. I will definitely keep trying to help the Iwan family, as much as I can!"

She smiled, walked up to me, and then hugged me. I took a warm hug back from him, though I didn't know what his embrace meant to me.

"Mom's so lucky to have a daughter-in-law like you!" said mother slowly near my ear.

"I'm lucky right now, ma'am. Having a mother-in-law, who I've considered my own mother."

"Yes already, Wulan. Mom went home! Tomorrow I'm here again" said the mother after taking off her arms.

"Yes, mom. Be careful, yes!" I said that I kissed his hand.

Mother nodded then took the bag she had previously placed on the nightstand.

"Assalamualaikum," he said as he was about to step away from me and Aris.

"Getishalight."

I'll take mom to Aris's front door. His steps made the middle-aged figure who had such black and straight shoulder-length hair grow further away, until it then disappeared at the intersection of the hallway. I rushed in to get some rest. My body is really tired. I threw my body onto the sofa in Aris's nursery. My eyes glared at the ceiling. No thoughts of anything go wrong. I don't know, which I think is empty. Maybe because this body and mind are too tired, and must be taken to rest for a moment.

"Drrttt ... Drrrrttt ..."

Just as these eyes started to shut, the sound of a message ringing came in on my phone. Make these eyes open again. I left the cell phone in the bag I put on the table by the couch.

'Whose number is this?' I muttered as I unlocked the screen on my phone and saw an unknown number sending a message. Curious, I opened the contents of the incoming message in the green application.

['Assalaminophen. Sorry to interrupt your break. Even if you don't write the name of the giver, I know it's you, Wulan! Thank you for your kindness. But this is so big, Wulan? Decades more than I ever gave you. I'm ashamed, I don't think I deserve this.']

Apparently Iwan's number. Previously, when talking in front of the mosque, Ms. Iwan did ask for my mobile number. But I forgot to save Iwan's cell phone number back then.

I smiled, I replied immediately to a message from Iwan's mother I just read.

['Waalaikumsalam, mom!. Miss Iwan deserved it. So fast! I sincerely gave it to him. To me, there are no coincidences. Already a line from Him I found Mum Iwan in His house. He who guides me, He who brings us together, He also helps Mother Iwan through my company. He is Allah, the true giver of sustenance. It was all nothing compared to the sincerity of Miss Iwan when she helped my family. Please accept yes, ma'am. I would be very happy if my mother sincerely accepted my gift.']

When I was typing a message reply for Ms. Iwan, my tears did not feel dripping to wet the phone screen. It feels so good, when you say a word through a message.

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