Last Prayer

The Last Bow at the Last Creed

"Russia ... Where's aris? How is light not visible? It's been left alone, let Pastri take care of this."

I who was holding some large carpets in the living room for study later immediately removed it, I saw a large clock attached to the wall of this space. I just remembered, it's been about an hour since Aris was last seen since I left the morning prayer.

"See there, may be out of prayer Aris directly nerusin rotenya. He knows, Wulan, Arisnya! Don't be late, you'll be exhausted."

"Yes, ma'am."

I quickly set foot in this room where Aris last saw me. My feeling suddenly felt unreasonable, when I saw Aris who was still in a prostrate position on the prayer mat of Heru mas.

"Aris .." call me who sits near my knees.

My heart grew riled up, when Aris never answered and rose from his prostration. Bad thoughts have crept into my head, making this heart all the more raucous.

I hurriedly held Aris while calling her name, I tried to shake her body. Instantly Aris lay without sound and motion.

"Marr ...! Arian ...! What's wrong with you, son? Wake up, Aris ..."

I cried, screamed when I found Aris' body cold. I lift him up in my lap. Kuciumi had a pale face that looked calm and a slight smile with his eyes closed. No more breaths that I feel like when Aris fainted first. Aris my son, he's gone.

"Astagfirullah ... Arise ... Don't leave umi, boy! Umi's not strong, son! Aris wake up, son ... Arise ..."

"Wulans? Aris why? Astagfirullah!" mom came because she heard my screams calling for Aris.

"Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilaihi Rajiun" I said softly with trembling lips.

"What do you mean, Wulan?"

"Aris is gone, ma'am. Aris is no more."

My crying is growing. Tears that came out like rushing water flooded the face. Like this chest sword pierced through the back. It hurts so much, seeing Aris who has been stretched out without a breath in my lap. Suddenly, the world stopped turning.

"No, Wulan. Aris just fainted! I'm sure Aris just fainted! Get Aris to the hospital, Wulan! Hurry along!"

"Bus ... Aris is no more. Aris is dead!"

Mom couldn't seem to hear me say Aris was gone. I can't believe this is happening, I want Aris to keep her eyes open. But fate says another, Aris, the son of the sholeh whom I have always been proud to have faced the divine. Leaving this mortal world.

"Navis ... Please wake up, son! Awake, darling! Arise ..."

"Mom, please, ma'am! Release Aris!"

Kugendong Aris's. With strength still remaining, I tried to get up. Although stepping with a shuntai, I force this foot still stepped carrying the lifeless Aris. Tears that I could not stop, accompanied my steps to leave the room that Aris visited every day.

'I am sincere, God. If it is my destiny to lose the one I love so much at this close time. InshaAllah, I'm sincere! I'm sincere!"

*****

On the advice and advice of funding and advice that I invited as the leader and opening of this study, also with some consideration, my mother and I agreed to a 40-day study mas Heru still held. Aris's body was deliberately placed in the middle of the room surrounded by the coming lecturers. While praying for Heru, the study congregation who also became Aris mourners also prayed for Aris as well.

Until the time Aris's corpse bath arrived, these tears still could not stop flowing. Guided by a corpse or also called ghassal, this trembling hand bathed Aris's body that was cold whitened and no longer breathing. The face with eyes closed, and lips decorate the smile, making anyone who saw it, would have thought Aris was just asleep. Every corner and curve of his body that I touch, making this body is not strong enough to withstand the swaying because my sobs are getting hiccuped.

'us ... Don't cry anymore, umi. I promise, I will be a sholeh child, as Abi wants, as I am proud of.'

The words of Aris that once spoke, repeatedly ring in my ear. Very plainly. The breath I think is getting stifling the chest. I rush my tears violently. I refocused on continuing ghassal's instructions to help bathe Aris' body.

When his tiny body that has been stretched out, wrapped in a white cloth that will be worn as his last clothes. Again, this heart hurts. Really, I can no longer cover all this sadness. I'm really very lost. Tears rolled back the sadness on my face. I fell down right next to Aris's face which was still left not covered in a shroud.

"Oh Allah, Aris ... Sorry umi, son. Sorry umi who can't be happy with Aris while it's still there. Sorry umi ... Even in Aris's last breath, Umi was not next to Aris. Sorry umi, son ... Sorry umi!"

"Russia ... It's already! Don't cry for Aris anymore. I know it's hard for you. But you have to be strong, for Aris' sake. Poor Aris, Wulan. She must not be calm if you keep crying."

"Rubber, Miss Wulan, it's not good to cry continuously. We may cry, but we should. When the mayit's bathed, it's time for us to stop crying."

Ustadz who I invited at the 40-day study Heru suddenly made a sound when I saw me who was still crying over the departure of Aris. He advised me with his soft voice but directly pierced into the recesses of the heart.

"Astagfirullahaladzim ..."

I hesigfar then quickly wiped away my tears. I stared at Aris' face for the umpteenth time. His face looks clean. Although pale, but as glowing. Cool the eyes of anyone who looks.

'Sorry umi, son. InshaAllah umi sincere. Aris alone left with a sweet smile on the face, should umi also now smile, because Aris no longer feels pain. Aris, sholeh umi's son. Umi sincerely, son's'

I kissed Aris' face one last time. Now I have more control over my emotions. The tears that had just kept coming out, were already feeling dry, no longer dripping.

*****

A sprinkling of flowers fell on a mound of red earth that was still wet, accompanying the steps of the mourners who sincerely helped deliver Aris to his final resting place, leaving the burial area. One by one their feet were getting further away.

"Math ..."

I heard a familiar voice in my ear, calling my name. I looked over, wanting to ascertain who the owner of the voice was.

"Mrs Iwan?"

We cuddled. Ms. Iwan looks devastated by Aris's departure. Suddenly her crying broke my ears.

"I'm sorry, Wulan! Sorry if mom just came here. You are patient! All have been His destiny. I'm sure you understand better. Than mom."

"Yes, mom. InshaAllah I am sincere, Aris is gone. I'm sincere with all of His destiny."

I let go of Bu Iwan's embrace. Then I wiped the tears she just shed. I don't want any more tears crying over Aris.

"Where are you, mom? Is there any progress?" I was trying to divert Miss Iwan.

"Alhamdulillah, no, Wulan. You are conscious and recovering. For one week, I was allowed to go home. Now his condition is getting better. But it can't be as active as it used to be."

"Alhamdulillah! Patience, mom. Let's just pray that you can be like you were before."

"Amijn ..."

Seeing me and Mom Iwan getting involved with the chat. Mom came up to me, asked me to come home.

"Russia ... Go, yuk! Talk continues at home."

"Yes, mom. Wait a minute," I said, who then crouched down near the gravestone bearing Aris' name.

'Arise ... Umi has confirmed the departure of Aris. Aris is a sholeh child, Aris is a child who always makes Umi smile proudly, even crying happily because she has Aris. Umi will also not be lonely, because Umi will be full of the promise of umi to Aris, that Umi will raise children to accompany umi in this world. Umi prayers will always be with you, son. It won't be cut off. Umi stay yes, son. Assalamualaikum.'

***

Arrive at home. Without Aris following me. Without Aris who always fuss about the good things she wants to know. Without the spoiled Aris whining, wriggling at the robe I was wearing. I stepped up, entering the house that still left a loss wound. I continued to walk into the room where Aris found no longer breathing. It's still the same as the last time I died.

The door that is still open. I attached myself to step into the room that Aris uses every day to get closer to the Divine. Now, it feels so quiet when Aris is no longer there. The prayer rhyme given by Heru which he always made a pedestal throughout his province, became the last prayer he used. The last prayer was his last. The last prayer that brought him to God.

*****

"Azzam, Raisa, Diamond, Sadam. Hurry, boy! Later kesorean, dark hunt!

"Yes, umi .." they said simultaneously.

They were my adopted children whom I considered my own. Of the many children in the orphanage, I took each of them who had their first name letters in order to form the name "ARIS".

Azzam is the oldest child, he is 14 years old. Raisa is 3 years younger than Azzam and 11. Intan is 6 years old. Last Sadam, he was only 3 years old. They're amazing kids. Children who are sholeh and sholeha. It makes me even more grateful for the grace I have received. They learn more with their behavior that is not the same.

"Before Aris and Abi's tomb, we stopped by the orphanage foundation first, huh. Exactly 1 year of Aris's departure, umi want us to share a little fortune on them."

"Well, umi" they said simultaneously.

"Ready, boss' mom!" said Ragil who was sitting in the front seat of the steering wheel.

Ragil has served 6 months in the company I lead. I'm happy because my kinship and Iwan's relationship continues like family. I am also happy to see Ragil who is optimistic about his future when he was devastated by his mistakes.

"Wulan, you don't want to find a father for your children?"

Mother who was sitting in front, exactly next to Ragil who was driving, suddenly spoke that made me turn my head. I didn't think Mom had any thoughts I didn't expect. Mother herself knows how I feel about Heru. Although the mas Heru is gone, the days that I go through, every prostration said his name, the more the day makes this heart miss his figure. I love Heru more and more who has gone to God's heaven.

"Yes, ma'am Wulan. If you really want to have a companion again, then Wulan can already. It's been more than a year since Heru's departure. Perhaps Wulan felt lonely and needed a friend to live." said Ragil with eyes focused ahead of the road and the middle hand controlling the steering wheel.

"Yes, Ragil ... I can take care of them. Even though she still has to be helped by Pastri, also the mother who takes care of them. I cannot afford to betray. I can't afford to live life with a companion other than Heru. I'm sure Heru and Aris are waiting for me there. In the paradise I was also looking forward to." I said a little sad.

"Thank God, I'm glad to hear that, Wulan. I'm proud of you. I'm really lucky to have a daughter-in-law like you. Especially Heru. From you, mother learns sincerity, mother learns simplicity, mother learns trust, and because of you, mother can be a full Muslim with hijab."

I can't say, tears held in my mouth, making these lips only able to smile looking at my mother. If I had to talk, I'd say, mom's everything for me right now. With him, I will give up in this world with my sons and daughters towards the beauty of the Hereafter. Heading to the paradise that awaited Heru and Aris to re-group together. Towards the paradise that everyone looks forward to.

EXPIRE

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