My Sacrifice is worthless

Last Breath of Mother Pov End

بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

قُلْ إِنَّ ٱلْمَوْتَ ٱلَّذِى تَفِرُّونَ مِنْهُ فَإِنَّهُۥ مُلَٰقِيكُمْ ۖ ثُمَّ تُرَدُّونَ إِلَىٰ

عَٰلِمِ ٱلْغَيْبِ وَٱلشَّهَٰدَةِ فَيُنَبِّئُكُم بِمَا كُنتُمْ تَعْمَلُون

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Say: "Verily the death which ye have fled from, and it shall meet you, and you shall be returned to (God), who knows the unseen and the real, then He will tell you what you have done."

The more sick I get the worse. It's been four months, but there's no sign I'm going to recover. Our valuables such as tvs, guest chairs and others have been sold out my husband for my treatment. For four months I could not walk and could not carry out my duties as the wife and mother of my children.

From the beginning of my illness, I have asked my husband to remarry. " Bang, it looks like the dick won't heal."

"If you have found a replacement for adek, you may marry in front of adek."

"But please, find someone who loves our children." I said.

"What the hell's that talking about, Dek?"

"Decision is sure the dick will heal."

"And will accompany brother until he ages."

"Seeing our children succeed and having cute grandchildren" comforted my husband.

We both smiled. He stroked my hair. I have to enjoy these moments. I feel like these are my last moments with the people I care about.

"Bang, if you can send a message to bang Sifa and bang Fran to come here."

"Adek wants to meet them bang." I asked.

My husband looked at me in wonder. "Are they the same?" tanyakanya. I nodded

"Hopefully they can come huh, Dek?" entertain husband. I smiled happily at it.

That day, I felt something different about me. My husband is not home. I asked Ita to call her grandmother.

"What's up, Na?"

"Is anyone sick, son?" ask in-laws.

I looked at him inside. I don't know why to talk I'm powerless. My tears flowed without answering my questions. As if understanding, I look surprised. Checking me. He shook. I understand what Mom meant. "Yes, call grandfather Grace huh, cu?" pinta Mother's. Ita ran out calling uncle Rahmat and Bi Ria. You haven't come back to visit my brothers.

My uncle came with my aunt to them. I don't know what they're talking about, I see them wiping the corners of their eyes. I tried to talk, but no sound came out, just a groan. They moved me to the living room to make it easier. Mother advised her friend Bang Adi to follow her to go home soon.

I saw my kids playing soap bubbles outside the house. They look happy, I smile to see them happy. I touched the hands of his mother and sister bi Neneng.

"B..Mom?"

"An.na.nat...ti..p an..nak..annak."

O Allah, those are the words that come out of their mouths. Bi Neneng led me to speak two words of God. I saw, Ita and Fitri ran up to me, but were being held back by the people. They cry, and so do I.

My breaths. Is this my end? It's been all my life's journey and struggle all this time. It was as if I was being shown a flashback of my life. I cried without a sound.

"Mother. mother.." the sound of my children crying called out to me.

Where's husband? Didn't he promise to accompany me to the end? Where is he now? I felt my feet cold, rising slowly upwards. Up and up again. My breath was blocked, I felt like someone was standing on my head, but who? I don't recognize him at all. The cold froze my heart. The cold stopped my blood. The cold asked me to stop breathing. My vision was dark, dark and silent.