My Sacrifice is worthless

The Last Time

"I'm going home to see Mom, brother. That's Mom waiting to pick me up."

"Are you kidding me, Fit? Our mom hasn't been around for 9 years, Fit? Come with me brother to Tok Bah's house."

"I'm not kidding, brother. That's Mom there," he pointed. I followed Fitri's direction, but no one was there. Wait, why is Fitri wearing clothes that look like my dream yesterday? I immediately shook my mind.

"After this, you take care of yourself? I can't take my sister anymore. Brother has to fight alone for our brothers. Brother must remain in school and achieve the ideals of brother. I'm going with Mom, brother. Mother said, Brother is not yet the time to meet mother.sister's journey is still long," said Fitri looking at me inside.

"Dec, don't talk about it. Brother wants you to keep together. Don't stay brother. Mother has calmed down in His heaven God, Fit. Brother can't be without you. Let's go home?" I answered while crying.

"Part yourself, Brother. Me and my dear sister" said Fitri hugged me tightly. Someone called my name and smelled eucalyptus oil on my nose.

"Oh God, Ta. You all right? Long time the stings? I'm worried" said Lia.

"Where's the shit, Lia? Fitri was here with me?" cercaku.curious looking for the whereabouts of Fitri.

"Fitr? There's nothing. I'm the same Tok Bah who took care of you. Tok Bah again went outside, Father and Grandma you have arrived," replied Lia explained.

"I want to see Fitri, Lia."

"Don't you, Ta? The doctor said your psychic is still weak. Ask to rest here first,"

"I'm okay, Lia? Come anterin I meet Fitri," take me while pulling Lia's hand.

Up at the door, I saw Tok Bah looking down while crying. So did some people there that I didn't know. Maybe Fitri's friends. Grandma's sister Tok Ilyas and her children are also there. They looked at me, then shook weakly. "Oh Allah, may Fitri be well. Didn't Fitri just meet me? Definitely Fitri just tired," I thought positively.

Grandma came out soon. Grandma cried, looked at me and hugged me tightly. Granny's crying is so sweet? I'm rattled. A bad feeling appeared.

"Mom, I'm going in. Fitri's okay, isn't she, Grandma? My toot. Instead of answering, Grandma's cries became more and more. I let go of Grandma's embrace, wanting to enter. However, my Tok Bah and Om are holding me back from entering.

"It's coming in, Tok Bah, Om? What are you guys doing?" I screamed while crying. I don't think, what's wrong with them?

"It will be the entry. Fitri is still being treated by a doctor" replied om Agus.

I threw it on the floor, crying. Lia came to hug me. Strengthened me. However, this feeling is different. Moreover, the eyes of everyone were different. A doctor came out of Fitri's room, followed by his father. I looked at Dad's face. There's something I can't imply. Eyes hurt and lost. Exactly the look of the eyes of the father first when left mother.

"Here, Brother Fitri?" ask doctor.

"Yes, doctor. I'm brother. How's Fitri doc?"

"Well, bring Ita in, sir. He also has the right to know the circumstances and the reality" the doctor said without answering my questions.

"Fitr?"

"Fitr? Fitri ...!" I shouted hysterically as I ran over to the stiff body covered in a white blanket.

"Yes Allah ... The deck? Wakeup ...! Wake up, Fit ...!" The face is peaceful. As if asleep. Like in my dreams. I kept crying calling Fitri's name. I don't think Dad and Grandma keep pestering me. I just want Fitri to wake up. Under the ward was splattered with fresh blood that kept dripping. I didn't see any wounds on Fitri's face and body, and where did the blood come from? A moment later I didn't know what was going on. I fainted the second time. When we realized we were already in the ambulance car, carrying Fitri's body.

"Ta, you be careful on the road. Are you patient, right? I got picked up by Mas Bagus" said Lia.

I can only answer with a nod of my head. The tongue feels bad. Atma was shaken. Oh my God, this sick man lost for the second time? The people I love, are loved more by Allah Azza Wa Jalla.

2 Hours away, we got home. I cannot walk the earth. Floating all my despair and taste, as if my soul were not here. I could only stand still looking at the body. Tears flow non-stop.

"Fitri, why so fast? Don't you want to see your brother make you happy? Didn't we promise not to leave each other?" lamentapku pilu. O Allah .. forgive the servant yet unable to be sincere.

Even though the sky is still starry. Cigarettes have been unpretentious signifies dawn is coming soon. Neighbors and relatives have filled our homes. Bless the sorrow that is approaching. Who can resist His rule?

My empty gaze. We're all grieving, but me? It was as if I had lost half my soul. Several times my father offered me to eat, even Mom cried to see how I was doing.

"It has to be strong, I don't want to lose you again, son. Forgive me for all the mistakes of the mother in the past," I cried bitterly. I couldn't help but take my eyes off Fitri's body. I don't want to lose my last moment with him.

"Want to bathe Fitri?" ask grandma. I looked at those old eyes. Just as broken as me. I shook my head, immediately moved to the bath that had been provided. This is all I can do for the last time for my dear sister.

I could not find any wounds all over his body, only a few cuts were torn in the calf and the worst to take his life was a wound on the back of the head, which continuously spewed out fresh blood. I couldn't bear it, staring at him. The face was beautiful, calm and peaceful.

Confession process is done. A sincere smile seemed to be engraved on that calm face. "Are you happy there, Fit? Meet our Mother? I could feel her warm embrace again. Can I come with you? Don't you want to take me along? I'm afraid to be alone here facing tomorrow without you."

Finished in sholatan, Fitri brought to the funeral. Next to Mom. Many of Fitri's relatives and friends drove him to his final resting place. So many loved him. The owner smiles the most beautiful, friendly to anyone even to people he just met.

Dad came down to the burrow, tried my beauty, just like when you were born, he tried us. We cried but Dad smiled. However, at this time inversely, he cried to accuse his beloved daughter. Bringing her baby away forever. Which parents are willing? The answer doesn't exist. But they have to be sincere.

Little by little, the ground covers your body. "I want to keep staring at you. But that's impossible. I roared as I wished I wanted to come with you," it was dark again with the red soil buried in your belly.

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