Last Prayer

Hospital

In the IGD room, Aris was already lying with an infusion hose in her hands. His breath is getting crowded. Without a second thought, the doctor immediately put an oxygen hose into Aris' tiny nose. Really, I can't hold back my tears. Seeing him helpless like this, made me very tormented.

"Sorry, with whose mother?"

"Guard, doc."

"Okay, Wulan's mom. A bluish bruise tends to be blackish on Aris's chest, not a normal bruise."

"That's, doc?" I asked not to understand.

"Look, mom. So, ordinary bruises will heal and disappear on their own quickly, and there will be no effect other than pain. But, Aris's bruised case is not a regular bruise, this is because Aris' rib was broken. We suspect, his lungs were hit by pressure or even stabbed by a broken bone due to a severe impact that directly hit the rib Aris. From the outside it looks like an ordinary bruise. But inside, it could cause bleeding. Hence, Aris should follow up immediately."

Hearing the doctor's exposure, my heart was further broken. My vision suddenly darkened, and my body lost its balance. I almost fainted.

"Mother isn't papa?" ask the doctor who saw me holding my head.

"No papa, doc."

"Yes, wait for the officer to come, ma'am. It will be delivered to the inpatient room."

'Yes Allah ... I don't think I can see my child feeling this kind of pain. Please heal Aris O Allah ... She was still very small, 'my mind was crying out softly.

*****

"Assalamualaik."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Aris how's it going, deck? Why are you alone?"

"Aris has to be operated on, mas! For a few days this must be hospitalization before surgery." I said immediately crying.

"MashaAllah, deck. I'm sorry, deck. It's all because of me. Take care of my own child I'm not a sucker. Aris has long asked me to buy a small prayer mat like her friends. Every time I whine, I promise I'll buy it. Forgive abi, son. Abi is no longer useful" said Mas Heru who also cried.

"Don't talk like that, ma'am. It is not good to blame yourself. Right now, Aris doesn't need a cry. He needs prayer, ma'am!"

"Astagfirullah .." mas Heru let out a long sigh.

"Where's mom, mom? Are you home again?" I asked who had been looking for the figure of my mother-in-law.

"Yes. As soon as Aris you bring it, I go straight home."

"When will you be like this, mom?"

"I don't know either, deck. Maybe until I'm gone forever. New mom will wake up and change!"

"Let's not be like that, Mom, he said. Yes, I want to prepare for my needs and Aris. Afraid Aris wakes up, confused about me."

Mas Heru nodded slowly. I saw a deep sadness shading his face. I don't want to make him more angry and guilty. I wiped the tears that also wet my cheeks. I don't want Heru to see me cry anymore.

'I must be strong! This is a test from Him. The test was at once reprimanded, that anything could have happened at His will.'

The big tote bag I used to carry to fill my clothes when I went home, now I use to fill my clothes and Aris while in the hospital. I moved my steps to go back to accompany Aris. Mr. Iwan who from the beginning drove me and Aris to the hospital, was waiting for me in front of the house.

Before, I was walking from the hospital to the house. Because Mr. Iwan just drove and went straight home. When I passed his house, Mr. Iwan immediately asked Aris.

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"Lan, which Aris? How are you alone?"

"Aris is still in the hospital, sir. I just came home to get my needs and Aris."

"Yes Allah ... So Aris's tea is being treated?"

"Yes, sir."

Step rush. I answered accordingly when Mr. Iwan asked.

"Yes already, Lan. Later I will deliver if you want to leave." shouted Mr. Iwan who saw me already away from his sight.

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"Mas, I'm going yes. I'll be home early tomorrow morning. Don't worry, I'll take care of you too. You are well yes. Pray Aris!"

"You just focus on Aris, deck. God willing, I can do it myself. If you have to go back and forth, pity your deck."

"Not what, ma'am. After the dawn prayer, I came straight here. You can do sports."

Heru smiled to see me. There was no more anger in his face. I also smile. Although in fact, I was very worried about leaving Heru mas alone with his condition.

"Yowis, um. Afraid over. Assalamualaikum."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Careful, deck."

No more than 10 minutes, Pak Iwan's motorbike had brought me to the hospital where Aris was treated. Mr. Iwan really cares about my family. Especially with Aris. It was considered like a grandson himself.

"Thank you, sir. Sorry if it keeps getting repotinated."

"Don't hesitate, Lan. Just dropping off mah, no bother. Here, there is a daycare from mom for your needs here. Not much, but good enough to hold."

Ms. Iwan is not far from her attitude like Mr. Iwan towards me. They are very good. Even too good

"Oh my God, sir. I'm ashamed, sir. Too much trouble for mom and dad."

"No papa, Wulan. I understand your condition now. About Heru, let me and my mother take care. You just focus on Aris' recovery, yes!"

My water fell out of control. I was deeply moved by the care and kindness of Mr. Iwan and his wife. Those who are nobody, care so much about my family. My crying is getting harder and harder for me to bear.

"Again, thank you, sir. May the goodness of father and mother be replaced with abundant fortune and blessings. Aamiin's."

"Aamiinu. Yes, I went straight home. Assalamualaikum."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Say hi to mom, sir."

*****

I accompanied Aris for three days. I have also talked to Mira, have not been able to start work and permission for a few days to accompany Aris who is sick. Neighbors and close relatives took turns to visit. Only one thing holds this heart. My mother-in-law, Aris' grandmother who until now had not come to see him. Let alone to visit, just ask the situation was not. What is his heart made of, so hearty with a child as small as Aris.

Aris's schedule of operations is soon. Although Aris looks to start improving his condition, but must still be done surgery. Because doctors are worried about infection if left unchecked.

"Mi, I'm going home. I don't want to stay here. I want abi. I miss abi. I'm going home. Abb ... Huhuhuhu ..."

Aris continued to whine asking to go home. I know, Aris is so tormented by her pain. As he spoke, cried, laughed, and even breathed, I occasionally saw him withstanding the pain in his chest.

"Already, son. Do not cry continuously, later add to his chest pain. In a moment, if Aris's chest no longer hurts, the doctor will tell Aris to come home to meet abi."

"But I don't want to be here, umi. I want abi. I'm scared, umi."

Aris's cries and whimpers tightened even more. I don't know what to do. The more I tried to persuade him to shut up and stop crying, the more his whining became.

"Navis ... Doesn't Aris love Umi? Umi Kan wants her Aris healed first, just came home. If Aris still wants to go home, but has not healed, then the cry umi."

Hearing me speak in a clear manner, Aris fell silent. The crying and whining stopped instantly.

"I just want a prayer mat, umi. Abi promised to buy me a prayer mat. I don't want to wear that big, ripped abi prayer mat. I don't want to, umi."

"Yes, kid. Umi promise, if Aris has healed and has been allowed to go home with the doctor, we go home directly to the store to buy prayer mats, yes! Later Aris choose for itself which prayer Aris wants."

"Rubber, mi? Umi didn't lie, did she? Buy it for Abi too, mi. Sajadah abi has been torn."

His face changed immediately. Her little lips now showed a smile. Aris has calmed down and I can control it. Since childhood Aris diligently invited mas Heru to perform congregational prayers in a mosque not far from home. But since the accident, mas Heru was no longer able to go to the mosque. Aris rarely goes to the mosque. Only occasionally, that too if invited next door neighbors who happen to pass by want to go to the mosque.

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