Last Prayer

When Aris Knows

I'm about a black crackle containing a prayer mat that is still thick with Heru's blood. No matter how bad I bring home, I'll keep telling Aris. Aris must know the condition of her ashes. Sincere prayers from a sholeh child like Aris are needed mas Heru.

"Nr ..."

Aris's cry called out to me from a distance. Apparently, Aris was waiting for me on the porch. His face was implied expectantly. Although a little I saw there was a disturbance in the look of his face. Aris still showed a smile for me who stepped up to her.

"Assynolajet. Is Aris awake, son? Have you prayed ashar? Soon to enter maghrib!" I said that I gave up my hand for Aris to kiss.

"Vaalaikumsalam. That's it, umi. I pray with Ragil in the mosque ahead there. Wear the new prayer mat that Umi bought."

"Ehh, is Wulan home yet? How are you, mba? Heru Mas?"

Ragil who suddenly came from inside immediately asked the situation of Pak Iwan and mas Heru. I saw Aris frowning, his gaze was like asking, what exactly has happened. I haven't been able to answer Ragil's question, Aris has opened a new question.

"Why abi, umi? Abi why? Abi's fine, right? Where's abi, umi? Where's abi?"

The game I was wearing, was pulled by Aris. Anxiety on his face. The look in her eyes seemed to be hopeful, I immediately answered her question with an answer that made her lips smile. But destiny says something else. A sketch of Aris's crying face, already reflected in my line of eyes. My breath feels so heavy. Until when I exhale, it feels like a blow.

"Navis ... You should see this, open it, son!" I said while thrusting it black crackle containing a small prayer mat that bought Heru mas for him.

Aris didn't ask much. He just shut up and took the crackle I gave him. Within seconds, the prayer mat with many blood spots left behind was already in his grasp. Instantly he cried. Lamenting the prayer she held.

"Who's prayer, umi? It's like mine. Why is there so much blood? Umi ... Abi why?"

I hugged Aris with my trembling hands. It was hard to tell Aris about Heru's real condition.

"Right ... Your brother was in an accident after buying you a prayer mat. Abi is currently in hospital. Abi needs a prayer from us, son!"

"Abi ... I want to see abi! I want to see abi! Umi ... Bring me to abi's place, mi! I'm going to see abi!"

Aris was crying. The prayer mat with blood spots, hugged it tightly. Her tears had already flooded her face until it dripped onto the prayer mat she was hugging. But suddenly, her crying stopped. His face was like he was enduring the pain. His breath was also blotted.

"Navis ... What's wrong with you, son? Aris' chest hurts again?"

"No papa, umi. Just a little claustrophobic."

"Sorry, son! Sorry umi!"

"Umi why apologize? I'm not papa, umi. Umi is not wrong. Already, umi don't cry anymore. I'm not papa!"

"Yes already. Aris rest yes, son. Aris's chest will hurt. The doctor said, Aris must rest a lot. Umi yuk yuk!"

"Later on, umi. I want maghrib. I want to pray in the mosque just like Ragil. I want to pray for abi, umi."

"Navis ... But Aris's face is pale, son. At home, is it prayer? With umi."

His face was parsing, looking at me. Makes me pity, can't resist his wishes. I answered the door with a small nod. Instantly, his face changed. Her tiny lips returned a smile.

"Name ... This dish can be clean again, right, umi? I'm gonna wash it. So that later when dry, the prayer from abi for me can already use prayer to the mosque."

"Can, son. Umi will wash the alphabet, yes! Let it be cleaner later Aris wears."

Aris nodded. Then to the back of the house put the prayer mat to the bucket to be washed later.

"Allahuacabar ... Allahuakbar ..." I saw Adzan adding a smile of happiness on Aris's face.

"Already adzan, umi. I'm samper om Ragil first yes, mi!"

Aris just kissed my hand. Suddenly Ragil was on the porch.

"Assynolajet. Aris, are you ready?"

The spirit of Aris to pray in the mosque is getting smoldering. Reminds me of Heru. It is not in vain that Heru educated Aris from a very small age. Aris grew up to be the child she wanted.

"Name ... I'm leaving yeah. Umi also directly pray, let our prayers fly and can knock on the sky door at the same time. I like to pray in the mosque, because abi said, the congregational prayer will be quickly granted."

"Yes, kid. God will grant Aris' prayer. Sincere prayer will quickly reach the door of heaven. Especially the prayers of children. Very quickly caught. Aris wishes abi a speedy recovery, son."

I saw Aris was silent. His face turned moody. Sadness adorned his face.

"But, umi. Am I still abi and umi's son? Abi was in an accident because of me, umi. Because my wish has a small prayer mat. Abi was in an accident to buy me that prayer mat. I'm sorry, umi!"

Aris cried with a downcast face. He won't look at me. While Ragil who stood waiting for Aris at the door, joined in tears hearing Aris' words that pierced into the recesses of the heart.

"MashaAllah ... Arise ... You're sholeh's son your abi! Abi you were in an accident not because of you. It's all God's will. As a believer, it is not appropriate to blame yourself for the disaster that occurred. Especially to blame someone else. Aris the son of sholeh! Ragil is so proud of Aris!"

"Thuh ... That's exactly what Ragil said. Aris can't blame herself. Abi was in an accident because it was his line. No one can oppose God's destiny. Enough with the sincere prayers of Aris, InshaAllah, abi will be healed! Abi will be back with us here!"

"Yes, umi. About Ragil. I can't cry. I have to be strong like Umi."

I felt calm when Aris was in control. His spirit was filling his heart again.

"Yes already, Ris. Yuk, qomat's voice has been heard. We'll be left behind."

"Yes, um. Umi ... I'm leaving yeah. Assalamualaikum!"

"Getishalight."

*****

"brug ... Brug ... Brug ..."

The sound of the door not being knocked, but being knocked. I don't know by whom, which must have taken me and Aris by surprise. We looked at each other. Aris looks scared too.

"Wulans! Open the door Wulan! Mulan!"

'Astagfirullahaladhim. That who?' my mind asked worriedly.

I stepped closer to the door. I didn't open it right away, I squinted my eyes and frowned a little. I want to hear once more, the voice of who is behind this door who is screaming with an unethical banging on the door.

"brug ... Brug ... Brug ..."

"Sup ...! Quickly open the door! It's mom!"

'Mother? What's up again? Why did mom get like this? Astagfireullah ...'

"Square."

"Mother?"

"What are you doing? Sleep on? Long time open the door! Husband is critical, you're even good at sleeping at home!"

"Oh my God, ma'am. I can't, mom. Stop always cornering me? Stop always blaming me? I've only been home a few hours, Mom. My body is only one. Which must be divided by two times, to take care of Aris also to the hospital to keep Heru mas! Did you ever think about what position I was in, Mom? How does it feel to be blamed, even reviled when this soul and body are collapsing as it collapses? My mother will never feel it. Because only hatred is in your heart!"

My lips trembled as those words just came out of my mouth. I can't believe it, I can tell that to Mom.

'Yes Allah ... Forgive me yes, Allah ..' My mind holds back tears that seem to be spilling.

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