NADIRS

Nadir ~ Falling Love?

For three days I did not go to school, three days ago Ama forced me every morning. He didn't want me to be a lazy kid, let alone that for school. I mean Ama's good. But how awful I would be if I had to leave the sick Ama alone at home. I can't bear to.

Two days ago, Ama was lying in bed. His body condition is weak. His head is often dizzy. His chest will feel tight every time Ama coughs. His face was pale.

Last night I was scared to death, because Ama's body was shivering violently. Shaking the pillars of the house. I've covered his body with a layer of sarong cloth, but still his body gigil. I hugged him tightly, so that my body heat could help supply the warmth in his body that continues to roll violently, even my body that vibrates also made. O Allah, what disease afflicts Amah?

“Why don't you go to school, Uti? Ama this is fine," said Ama after performing dawn prayers. I know Ama can always fight her pain to carry out her duties. Obviously I saw when he was forced to pray by sitting. After that, he again drooped weakly on his bed. Only at times of prayer can Ama leave her mattress. It seems that the magnitude of Ama's gratitude and love for prayer that gives her a little strength to move, even if just sitting.

“It's okay, Ama, later if you're cured, I can go to school again.”

“It's been two days you're not in school, can miss your lesson later. Ama doesn't want you to be!”

“On that lag, I can catch up with him, for sure. What matters now is the recovery of Ama,” I assure.

Ama sighed, giving in. He didn't have enough energy to fight with me. He turned his body, turned his back on me. I rubbed his weak body. I just realized that Ama's body is getting thinner. It seems that age, slowly shrinks its stocky muscles, first.

“Ama wait here first,” I said.

“Where are you going, Uti?” ama asked, with a trembling voice. His body began to shiver again.

“I want to cook porridge for Ama.”

“No need, Ama is still full.”

I didn't care what Ama said just now, I know she said that because she didn't want to bother me. Before going to the kitchen, I covered Ama's body with a sarong. I stick the leaves of young soursop to his forehead―daun soursop young is trusted by the people Desaku for the dehumidifiers.

I went back and forth between the kitchen and the bed where Ama was lying. I watched her body begin to shiver, as I occasionally headed to the kitchen to check the porridge I cooked for Ama. Alternately, until finally the porridge is cooked.

I poured the porridge into a plastic bowl. The smoke billowed, making my eyes sting. The sweat that fell outstretched on my forehead I didn't care. The only morality I want right now is the healing of Ama. I can't bear to see her lying weakly on the bed.

“Eat first Ama. Let Ama's stomach filled, already from last night Ama does not eat.”

“Oi, don't need it first, Uti, Ama is still full.”

“Do not be so Ama, there is no way you can be full, while from last night you did not eat.” I made it clear, Ama is flinching.

“If Ama continues like this, Ama will not recover, and if Ama has not healed, I will not go to school.” My threat.

Eventually Ama lost. I smile.

“You are really good at sulking, just like Inamu.” Ama grunts. I was happy to see Ama's face frowning, as if there was another figure hiding inside her, and only appeared when Ama expressed that way.

Kusuapi Ama, slow down. The first bribe, he swallowed forcefully. His forehead shriveled.

“Why Ama, not good porridge I made?” my many.

“No taste, Uti!” ama's forehead shriveled, her face turning sour.

“You want to add salt?”

“Think, you added a little.”

I quickly took the salt. Then she fed Ama again. After entering a few spoons, and Ama gave up because her throat was bitter despite being filled with even classy food. I was quite happy, seeing Ama finally eating. Ama lay back down. I covered his body with a multi-layered sheath cloth.

When the solar energy reaches my house, I open the window so that the light can warm Ama's body.

When Ama began to slumber, I went down to check the fields, just in case there were wild animals that damaged the month-old corn plant. After feeling safe enough, I rushed back home, I could not leave Ama alone at home for long.

Before I got home, I took the time to pluck young melinjo leaves for later I mix in Ama porridge. He was very happy with the vegetable. Hopefully, his appetite will increase.

I've been conveying in my heart, if until later tonight the condition of Ama has not changed, I will bring it down to be taken to the puskesmas in the district. No matter what happens I have to take Ama. Find a cure soon.

Finished cooking melinjo leaf porridge for Ama, I took a bath and performed the prayer first, because Ama was still asleep. I don't want to bother him. Dalm last prostration is not broken I used to do’a for the recovery of Ama. I'm not strong if I have to see him weak like this. I begged, bowing lowly to the Most High, until tears flowed in my mind as I played the pieces of the story of Ama's struggle that I knew. A quiet person who does not forget to smile. However, the figure is now lying low almost out of energy plagued by disease.

“Yes Allah, The Most Healing of all diseases. Heal the pain, Amaku. Amen!”

I guessed the clear water that formed a thin veil on my cheek, I saw Ama lying behind my prayer place. Ama had awoken, I saw her eyes glazed over. Quickly I cleaned my face with a prayer cloth, I didn't want Ama to worry if I knew I was crying.

“Ama is awake?” my question, lirih.

Ama smile. “What time is it now, Uti?”

“Jam 1 quarter.”

“Astaghfirullah, Ama has not prayed dzuhur!”

Ama immediately lifted her body.I can see how heavy she moved her own body, but because of the magnitude of her impulse to continue to carry out her obligations and spiritual needs, Ama still woke up. Driven his body by way of ngesot towards the bucket of water in the dishwasher, to take ablution. I'm helping Ama. If my body was strong, I would have loved to carry Ama so that she would not be tormented like this. O God, give healing to Amu.

Seeing Ama performing prayers while sitting with a body that occasionally shakes, my heart turns. Not to mention, when Ama finished praying, she immediately lay on the prayer mat, not having the energy to maintain her sitting position any longer. With mixed feelings, I immediately approached Ama, I thought something bad had happened to her. Oh, it turns out Amaku is still there. I lift his body as hard as I can, stumbling I move him to the bed. His body trembled violently, his fever rose again, perhaps because of the touch of water. I covered his body, I hugged him from behind, my body shook, I could feel his body heat was also out through the fabric sheath layered. Moreover, when the words Beke Indo at the house Melodi that day― You are the man who flanked death―gilu my heart.can not hold back, until my tears flowed again. Not playing about the stabbing of reality that I'm witnessing right now.

“Oi, Ama don't leave me," I'm shriveled.

I tightly embraced Ama's body. Closely... tightly, do not want me to take off even for a moment. It's enough I have to lose Ina before I can say a lot to her. No more, oh, no more Amaku, O God.

“Assalamualaikum.”

I heard someone's voice from outside the room, but I didn't care, I thought it was just my hallucination.

“Assalamaicum, Mangge... Nadir...”.

My chest is getting tighter, my body is really shaking right now. I became paranoid. In my mind it says that the voice is the whisper of an angel. Oi, my crying is getting bigger. Kuremas Ama's body in my arms, until she coughed, tight. Samar saw the silhouette of the body outside the room, flashed rapidly, as fast as the eyes I forced to squeak. The black shadow turned to the dark room because the window was closed tightly, slowly getting closer. My nervousness grew, my sweat flowing profusely. I was scared, really dead, scared.

“Mangge, why?”

I was surprised to hear his voice, the voice of the angel was very familiar in my ear, like the voice of my crazy friend.

“Iya, Mangge why, pain?”

My eyes were still closed, I was afraid to watch the creepy probabilities playing in my head come true. This time I heard a woman's voice. Could it be Ina's voice?

I had forced my eyes to remain closed, but once again but these eyes were against their master, slowly my eyes opened. I saw two shadowy figures standing at the door. One of the ones that stood at the front, I noticed his face was stiff, his hair curled up like a wasp nest, his body was thin like a child stricken with malnutrition. My heart suddenly sansi―t maybe an angel like that.

“You why, Friend?”

I was caught between shock and awe, it turns out that the creature I thought the angel of death was Wira, and she who I thought was Ina, turned out to be Melody. I can't believe the thought of betraying the master either. What a super betrayal. I almost died of fear.

“Mangge why, Friend?” Wira and Melodi immediately sat down beside Ama who continued to shiver.

“I'm sick, Uti.”

“Since when?” ask the hero, concerned.

“So, that's why you didn't go to school?” connect Melodi.

I'm carrying the wither.

“Why didn't you tell us Mangge was sick?” the voice of the hero is slightly raised.

“How to, Uti? There's no way I'm leaving Ama alone.”

Wira sighed, Melodi continued to massage the calves of Ama who was still shaking.

“Then I get off!” The hero stood up immediately.

“Where are you going, man?” my many.

“Ke Village, meet Bu Midwife. Mangge disease cannot be left.” After saying that sentence, the Hero immediately moved.

I'd love to intercept him, if I could. I don't want to bother him. But the hero has already passed, gone.

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Two hours Wira left us, until finally he returned to bring Bu Anis, a village midwife who gasped when she arrived at my house because she had to climb the mountain.

Earlier, when the Ama gigil subsided, Melodi fed Ama melinjo leaf pulp. After that, he made tea for Ama. He said it could get rid of the fever. Sure enough, after drinking concentrated tea made by Melodi, Ama began to sweat. At Melodi's instructions, our Ama's body rested on the wall of the room, with a pillow supporting her head. Haru my heart witnessed the attention of these two friends of mine.

“Have... huft...how long... huft... Mangge... huft.. sick... huft..," asked Bu Midwife.

Poor thing I saw the face of the Midwife who pias bathed in sweat. His mouth gasped like a cork fish running out of water. City people like Bu Midwife are not used to climbing the hill, of course he is tired of dying.

“It's been three days, Mom,” I replied.

The melody, without being ordered, immediately fetches drinking water for the Midwife.

“Drink first, Mom!” Mature Melody.

“Thanks, Nak.” Bu Midwife immediately downed the water toilet giving the melody.

The poor town lady wiped the sweat on her face with a towel from inside her bag. Maybe for life, only this time he had to climb a mountain for the sake of a patient, Amaku.

“Can I check, briefly?”

“Iya, please, Bu.” I'm inviting.

Bu Midwife immediately pulled out her stethoscope, a sophisticated tool that, supposedly said to be able to hear the pulse of the lungs and heart.

“Mangge high fever?”

I don't know what the question or what, obviously I immediately replied, “Iya Ma'am, sometimes.”

Midwife nodded, removing some tools from the bag. “This mange has malaria.” The Bu Midwife.

I was yelled at, I've heard how vicious the disease is on TV, “But, Amaku is okay, Bu?”

Bu Midwife smiled again, “Alhamdulillah, no. The fever has started to fall.” The midwife handed me two types of medicine.

“Please give this white to Mangge three times a day, if this yellow one, just twice a day only.”

“Oh, yes, thank you, Bu.” I said. “How much is it, Bu?” ask again.

Bu Midwife chuckled, “Oh it was not sold. Pembiran.”

Thank you, the government, if given the opportunity, I will return your services.

After finishing checking the condition of Ama, Bu Midwife advised, “Please note the medicine, yes, Mangge... if later it has healed, keep the condition of Mangge.”.

“Yes, Madam Midwife. Thank you,” Ama replied, weak.

“Then I say goodbye. Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumussalam.”

“One more time thanks, Mom,” Sayku.

“I also have to say goodbye, man. You see, I have to help Ina take care of Faridz at home.” Melodi is on the verge.

“Then you accompany the Midwife, Mel. And also tell Ama-Inaku, that I will spend the night here, accompanying Nadir and Mangge Kahar.” Sela Wira's.

“Ya already, then.”

Me and Wira drove Melodi and the great Midwife to the front of the house.

After their bodies disappeared behind the forest, Me and Wira returned to Ama's room.

Ama Wira told me about my behavior with her at school. Our sincerity, from the start of the improvised incident that night, to our mischief when hanging Mr. Rano Karno who was too cruel to the Hero. Surely Wira added the truth of the story. I wanted to interrupt, but my intention was to see Ama chuckle at the story of Wira.

I stared at the face of the great-goal Hero, I remembered Melodi, the thick-bodied girl. They're the best friends I've got. The angelic hearted man. Or maybe they were angels, just incarnated in human form.

Attracted by my feelings of admiration, I hugged Wira, the curly-haired angel. I was surprised to be treated like that.

“You why, Friend?”

I didn't answer. Keep hugging her body tightly, my eyes begin to get wet. Haru's. Amazed at the good looks of the soul of the Hero.

“Thank you, Friend. You guys are the best.”

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Apparently the news of Ama's pain has reached the ears of all the citizens. Through Melody and Bu Midwife. Later that night, Mr. Kades, Imam Nurdin, Pak Dusun, Pak RT, Mangge Raden, also some residents came to visit Ama. And what makes us inexhaustible, among all the men present, Sister Cantika is the only woman who comes to visit our house on a night like this. They brought us some food. I was amazed, I clucked, how much care was ingrained in the hearts of the people of my village. Led by knight-spirited kades. The figure of a great leader I might not meet in other parts of the world. It is not wrong if people believe in it until two periods.

Just look at his daughter who has been raised as the vice principal of the Children of All Nations Junior High School. As Bu Midwife, as a woman, no matter the height of the hill that he must climb, for the sake of his human soul Kak Cantika willing to fight fatigue. Her beauty is in line with the beauty of her heart.

Oi, thanks again to all of you. May Allah repay you. Amens.

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