Last Prayer

The Sajadah was covered in Blood

"Russia ... Oh Allah ... Assalamualaikum!" Iwan shouted while running into my house.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Miss Iwan? What's up, ma'am?"

I, who was panicking with the disappearance of Heru mas, was now increasingly panicked by the arrival of Ms. Iwan who looked hasty and like crying.

"Russia ... Astagfirulllah, lan ... Same father Heru is now in the hospital! Said accident!"

"Astagfireullah! Right, mom? Oh, God ..."

My body is like a dropped cloth, a powerless warp. Mas Heru who is sick, and still needs treatment, is now experiencing repeated events. My premonition was already stirring with tears urging out flooding the cheeks. My breath is back. I was the one who fell down, seemed unable to stand up.

"Already, Wulan. Come on, let's go see the hospital."

"But Aris? What about Aris, ma'am? Aris is alone here."

"Aris was brought to my house only, there was Ragil later who took care of her. Come on!"

Ragil, son of father and mother Iwan. He was the second and youngest child. Ragil's been in college. Therefore, I dare and believe that Aris is guarded by him.

"Yes, mom. I'll call Aris for a second."

I stepped into Aris's room. When I arrived at the door of his room which was only covered with curtains, I saw Aris who was holding the prayer mat asleep with a hiccup that was still left.

I can't wake him up. I let Aris continue to sleep. So that he can unwind in his heart as well as his body.

'I tell Ragil to come here with Aris.' My inner self and leave Aris.

*****

The IGD room. I immediately asked the officer where the Heru mas and Iwan were handled. Not much ado, the officer immediately pointed towards the bed Heru and Pak Iwan who was lying down with pain. Quickly I pulled Miss Iwan to follow my steps toward them.

I was shocked to see the condition of Heru mas very severe. His entire body was covered in fresh red blood. His breath was like a snort. Though it has been helped oxygen using a special mask that is installed on the mouth and nose. His eyes were not stopping to shed tears. Must be because it endured the tremendous pain. Instantly I cry. My tears break up the IGD space that is very thick with busy passing doctors and patient families.

"Mas Heru ...! SubhanAllah, mas ... Why are you ... Why is it like this, ma'am."

"Sorry, mom. With whose mother? Is the mother of his family Heru sir?" said the doctor who was suddenly by my side.

I rush to wipe my tears rough. I'm trying to control myself so I can talk and answer the doctor's questions.

"Yes, doc. I'm Wulan, his wife."

"Okay, Miss Wulan. Now the mother can go to the administration to complete the certification, and sign the agreement, to immediately perform surgery on Mr. Heru. There is bleeding in the brain, which causes Mr. Heru to currently lose the function of the brain, so Mr. Heru is now in a coma. Because Mr. Heru's condition is very critical. We will install the tools on Mr. Heru first, before the operation is done. Let me take you!"

I felt the hospital suddenly collapse, and the rubble instantly filled me. I'm having trouble breathing. The longer my breath feels tight.

*****

"I'm sorry, deck. Sorry I haven't been able to make you happy. Up, deck! Wake up! Aris needs you! I need you to look after Aris! Wake up!"

"Mas Heru!" I said that suddenly he was lying in a room and then sat awake by a dream mas Heru.

"Wulans. Are you conscious? "

"Mrs Iwan? What am I, mom? Why am I here? Where's Heru?"

"You passed out, Wulan. Heru's been transferred to the ICU room, before the surgery is done."

"What is Mr Iwan's situation, ma'am? Is it okay?"

"Alhamdulillah, you only leak a little in the head. Said the father, Heru could be like that because his head hit the asphalt very tight, and part of his left body was crushed by a car that suddenly passed when the accident occurred."

"Allahuacbar! Mas Heru ..."

"After you called her if Aris wanted to go home, Heru was very happy to hear that. He was screaming, sniffing in front of the porch of your house. Calling father's name. After his father approached him, Heru asked to be escorted to a prayer store close to the market on the side of the road. He said he wanted to buy a small prayer mat for Aris. But bad'as, just as the way home the accident happened."

With watery eyes, Miss Iwan again told me what was told by Mr. Iwan. Making me, the more powerless it is to endure the pain in the heart. Now, the blocked clear circle, has burst out from my eyes. I cried.

"Russia ... This is the prayer that Heru bought for Aris. Before the accident, I saw Heru mas who was being hugged issued a prayer mat for Aris, then he continued to hold tightly to this prayer mat. While talking like a whisper, (Aris, Abi has bought what Aris wants. This little prayer will accompany you in every bow. Abi is proud of an abi son who is sholeh like you, Aris). Before long the accident happened, but when Heru fell down and drenched in blood, he still hugged tightly the prayer that he bought for Aris."

Ms. Iwan cried a mouthful. His lips I saw trembling withstanding the cry.

"Oh Allah, my mother ..."

My heart is beating fast. Mas Heru with such conditions, he still forced himself, all solely for Aris. The child he had been taught with all his heart, which he said would give him heaven. My crying is becoming. I can't control myself.

"MAS HERUUUU!"

I screamed with a cry. My cries broke, deafening anyone who heard. I held the prayer rug soaked in a lot of blood that was still wet, a small prayer mat with a motif very similar to the prayer mat that Aris bought with me on the way home. Yes, the prayer mat that Heru bought for Aris. Exact same.

In bed, I sat down. Continuing my crying that refused to stop. It hurts so much, hugging the prayer mat covered in blood. Blood of Heru. The man who taught me the true meaning of life. The man who made me into a woman is really a woman, his real wife his wife. The husband and father are always role models for his wife and children.

"Astagfirullah, mas ... Survival, mas ... For Aris, mas. For me and Aris! I still need you, mom! Survive ..."

"Already, Wulan. Already ... Sending prayers will be more anticipated by Heru. Do not cry until you forget God. Our prayers can change everything. Not crying!"

Miss Iwan's words made me fall silent for a moment. It's true what he said. Mas Heru doesn't need my cry. He needs a prayer from me.

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