Mystery of Love

Abah

While we were sitting in the room after a day of activity, Kholifah one of the cute ndalem children entered the room crying. Among his cries he said, "Into the hospital..... "

The news surprised us. Indeed, a few days ago Abah did not teach the book of jalalain and mukhtarul ahadith with us as usual because his condition was not fit. Abah was sultry, so we, the son of Dalem, said to other santri who asked why Abah no longer teach.

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After a few weeks in the hospital but no significant changes to Abah's health, the family brought Abah home with a nurse accompanying him and a doctor who would come to monitor him his condition every morning.

One afternoon as I lifted the clothesline, in front of the ndalem, Ms nyai asked me, "Abah mbucal jamune ta?"

"Ngapunten mboten ngertos buk" I replied because when I was drying I did not see the figure of Abah at all. I didn't see anyone opening the window either.

"Polake jamune Abah puaait" (Because the time is very bitter) said Bu nyai while looking down the window maybe Abah threw it through there.

Since Abah was sick and no longer taught naji to us, Bu nyai so often angry in the house because Abah did not want to drink his dinner. He was too anxious about Abah's situation that his daughter's son was often affected by the mother's anger.

We ndalem children who always get the first news about the family ndalem surprised when one time we get the news that Abah is critical and has been rushed to the hospital in Surabaya.

All we can do when we hear the news is pray that God will immediately give healing to him and can do activities as usual. May Abah be given long life so that he can teach us again.

Bu nyai, his daughter's son and his sons-in-law took turns to look after Abah in Surabaya. If Bu nyai is guarding Abah then we will pray together with neng Niro or neng Iin as his priest.

When the ndalem family came home from Surabaya dirty clothes brought home very much, not to mention sheets, blankets, blankets, towels etc that make me can not wash it myself and I will ask for help to the students who are willing to wash the clothes ndalem family.

"I'm Aini, me!!!"

"Uakeh is calm ae.." I said as I pointed at the pile of dirty clothes and cloth that I had put in the barrel.

About two months Abah was in the Surabaya hospital and because Abah's condition was stable then the family brought him home again.

Random people close to Abah often took turns to keep him in the room while reading Yasin's letter. Over time Abah was increasingly unable to talk and only moved his lips slowly. Abah only say Alloh Alloh, so said cak Noto who often keep abah.

Every Thursday night Friday night the agenda of the princess cottage is usually filled with a khitobah or manaqib event but for that night Ms. Leli plans to read Yasin's letter to Abah in congregation right after the Isyak prayer.

"Mbak Lel's...... ngendikane pak Zein nek wong loro iku discokakno surat Ar ro'du mugi2 Ndang filtered sane but nek wes wayahe dibundut mugi2 ndang bundled check e gak ngrasakno loro suwi-suwi. Nek Yasin iku gawe wong seng wes dead....." (Mbak Lel. May soon be given a cure but if it is time may be hastened so as not to feel pain for too long. If Yasin's letter is read to a gravedigger or a deceased person) I say my opinion as I have heard from Zaini Zein.

Madam Lel mangosteen listened to me, "ngunu ta an?" (So yes An)

"pak Zein ngunu mbak!" (Said Mr. Zein so mbak.) I said full of confidence.

That Thursday night Friday we read the letter ar ro'du together with solemnity after we had an exchange first. Then we prayed to the ruler of the universe to ask the best for Abah. Please be healed immediately or if it is time please immediately call the spirit. Poor Abah who has suffered for a long time.

Around 3 am we heard the news that Abah had returned home to his Robb. Hearing the news, I woke up from my sleep. Without being asked my tears just drip. I didn't sob but those tears just kept falling on my cheeks without me holding back. Deep in sorrow in the dark of the night.

The originally silent atmosphere of the night changed in an instant. The entire cottage was in an uproar and the sound of crying could be heard everywhere. We lost a kyai, a teacher and a father, a role model. Our idols and the people we care about most like our parents maybe even more.

Although we were not close to Abah but we all felt lost to him, probably because of his love for us which he chanted in every prayer that made us feel that he loved us so much.