Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Agree

In the end Anindi approved the operation process which will be carried out tomorrow. No matter how much money he had to spend, he just wanted to see his mother recover.

The night came along with the voice of the azan Magrib. Anindi leaves for the hospital, leaving her mother with Aunt Mila. A middle-aged woman who has different beliefs with him, but has a very high sense of tolerance.

The operation process will take a long time, considering this is in the brain. Anindi has already paid fifty percent and the rest is covered by insurance. Fortunately, the girl had prepared this as a form of concern for health.

Anindi took the elevator downstairs with two men. They are also waiting for patients. The elevator stopped on the lower floor, Anindi rushed out and finally stepped quickly towards the right corridor. 

The atmosphere of this hospital was indeed crowded, but for him silence remained in the heart. I could not feel the warmth created from around me. Women who at that time wore black trousers with a light blue tunic below the knee continued to walk without paying attention to the surroundings, no one could pull it to anything else at this time.

Anindi in mushola. It is very dense, when stepping twice forward. The tail of his right eye accidentally recorded a man in black long jeans with a torn part on the knee. The most interesting thing here was that the man fell silent while staring at the mushola. I don't know what I'm doing.

Anindi did not want to linger leaving the mother. As soon as possible take wudu and pray with other pilgrims. The atmosphere of the prayer this time was more different than the previous one, because perhaps Anindi was in a place that could be said to be a lot of sadness.

Finished the prayer, Anindi did not immediately leave. The woman in brown skin raised both hands, praying for her mother's recovery. "Yes Rabbi, I'm just an ordinary human being who doesn't even have any power. If you are willing to give healing to my mother, please accelerate. Every time I look at my mom's face, I feel like I want to cry." Anindi was silent for a moment, crying in the expanse of prayer. No matter what people look like at the moment.

"Don't take my mother, Rabbi. I haven't been happy until this moment. Let me see the light in Mom's eyes as usual" Anindi continued.

The woman could not resist the tightness within. Remembering the words of the doctor who said that the mother could have lost her past memory after surgery. However, this can gradually recover as long as the person around does not force his mother to remember many things. Let the memory come back in a slower way.

Anindi lowered both hands. There was something that Anindi was afraid of right now. Something that you don't even want to imagine at all is when you don't even recognize yourself as a child. It will be more devastating than just losing customers. "I hope there's no such thing. I'm sure you can remember me as a child."

Once again the tail of Anindi's right eye saw the figure of the man earlier as well. Now the man who only looks at his back is sitting cross-legged quietly while his mouth says a sentence of dhikr. Anindi watched slowly, the man apparently wearing a sarong. There's no sarong loan here, out of nowhere the guy got it. Looks like it's new. 

It was also justified Anindi when she saw the stamp that was still attached to the back of the holster. Anindi's stunned. Could it be that the man deliberately bought the sarong first in order to pray? 

In this mosque only lives Anindi, the imam of prayer is also a man who is now wearing plain black clothes who is solemnly reciting. The atmosphere was calm, even Anindi could feel a positive aura emanating from behind her back. "Astagfirullah, I can't be like this." Anindi. It is not good to pay attention to the opposite sex in such detail. 

As fast as lightning comes out of the mushola. It's pretty quiet outside from the first time I came here. There were only a few people still in front of the mushola who were talking. Among them, it looks very hard hit with both blackened eye bags.

"I didn't think you could go that fast." One of the young men there began to speak to his opponents.

The sentence that managed to stop Anindi step to wear sandals. 

"I tried to get there on time, but I also had to leave on time" said the young man again.

Anindi jerks. His worries peaked, he was honestly not ready to lose the mother if bad things happen.

That's when someone's steps came, passed Anindi and said slowly, "Everyone who lives must have met his end." Without being asked to say so while walking on. Anindi rounded both eyes when the man was the man who was following the dhikr sentence inside.