SET DUSK

The Part 38

When Yasir was two years old, Ida conceived her second child. Her happiness felt complete. Having a loving husband with all his heart and a little boy who grows up healthy and always full of energy.

The presence of Yasir in his family makes the atmosphere of the house more alive. Every time Burhan, his brother, came home from traveling, he was always happy to welcome. Chattering tells what he experienced when his brother was not at home. Listening to Yasir's story that is still slurred makes Burhan always want to quickly return home.

That afternoon, Burhan came home excitedly, imagining Yasir would run into his arms. He brought the toy cars he bought on the way home.

"Assynnolt. ..." Burhan opened the door.

Repeating his greeting again because there was no sound of Yasir's feet running welcoming.

"Da?" Burhan opened the door. He saw Ida sleeping next to his son.

Burhan turned around to clean himself into the bathroom, but he paused when he realized that there was a small piece of cloth attached to Yasir's forehead. Burhan approached the bed, groping Yasir's neck, as he grimaced. Yasir's skin felt very hot.

"Ah, sir is home? Been long?" Ida woke up from her sleep.

"just now. Yasir from when is the fever, Da?" ask her with a huff.

"It's been almost a week. I've taken him to the mantri, but nothing has changed."

Tiredness and worry were clearly drawn on Ida's face.

"Now so comes out the rash on his skin, let's take a look." Ida reveals Yasir's clothes. Clearly visible red spots like blisters on his white skin.

"Mantri said what pain?" ask Burhan.

"Yesterday just said it's regular heat, I haven't brought it back to the mantri. Just last night this rash showed up."

Shortly, Yasir awakens. The little boy whined slowly.

"Any brother is awake?" hello Burhan.

"Relse ... Akiit ..." whined Yasir when he saw his brother.

"Yes, Son ... Yasir strong boy, later big brother huh. Abak's body still stinks."

"So soon you clean yourself up. From yesterday he deliriously called out to the Master."

"Yes." Yeah." Burhan passed out of the room, holding back sorrowfully hearing Yasir's grim cry for a carry.

"Master want me to make you a drink?"

"It doesn't matter, Da. Later after I finish taking a bath, pity Yasir you bring it to the kitchen" said Burhan who was at the end of the stairs.

"Mrs ... Nas ... Aduuh, anas mak .." yasir screams.

"Yes, Son ... Just a minute of medication, yeah." Ida rubbed Yasir's back gently. Applying the ointment made by Isah buk overnight to Yasir's skin that looks blistered.

Feeling a little comfortable after applying the ointment, Yasir began to get sleepy. Ida swung softly onto Yasir's body. His heart was as if crumpled to see a usually cheerful little face looking so weak. The eyes that always shine funny look cute. Her tiny lips that were always chattering looked like dried leaves in summer.

"If only you could change places, let amak feel your pain, sir," murmured Ida.

"Da, have you eaten? I saw the food I prepared was still intact below," said Isah.

"Yet, Buk. Yasir can't stay."

"Here I replace, you go eat. You should also keep your womb, Da." Buk Isah took Yasir from Ida's sling.

"Thank you, Buk. Sir has also come home, I want to prepare the drink first."

"Yes, go."

Ida went to the kitchen, leaving Yasir with Isah in the front room. The toddler again whined which was then pacified by Isah's book.

"Sleeping, Da?" burhan asked when he saw Ida preparing a drink in the kitchen.

"No, again carried Isah's book."

"Let me replace Isah's book" said Burhan to step back up.

"Master's eating?"

"Not yet."

"Lord eat first, I haven't eaten either."

They eat in silence, no one opens their voice. Ida silently endured the drowsiness and fatigue of staying up all night to take care of the fussy Yasir, while Burhan silently held back the worry of thinking about Yasir's condition.

"Da, you just take a break after this. Let me take care of Yasir." Burhan finally opened his voice.

"No need Mr ... Sir is tired too."

"I've rested on the way, you'll also need rest, lest you get sick."

Ida just nodded, no longer intending to argue. The food that went into his mouth felt nothing. Just this time his little son was sick for a long time until it looked powerless. Ordinary at most Yasir only had a fever of three days, it was still able to laugh and chatter as if he did not feel the pain.

In the afternoon Burhan asks the mantri to come to the house to double-check Yasir. Hope to get the right treatment for her son.

"The son of Mr. has chickenpox, I will prescribe the medicine, later" said mantri after checking Yasir's condition.

"If you can, the mother should not be near her child just yet, because the mother is pregnant. Fear of contracting the baby," continued mantri turned to Ida.

"I'm asking for some good medicine, Engku," Pinta Burhan.

***

A week passed after the spell examined Yasir, his condition still had not improved. The blisters on his skin spread throughout his body. For most of the day Yasir groaned in pain.

Ida did not heed the prohibition of the mantri who told her not to get close to Yasir, the cry of Yasir made her unable to leave her little son.

"Da, let me take care of Yasir. I'm afraid that Yasir's disease is also contagious to you, "bann't Isah's book when I see Ida still sleeping near Yasir.

"Which mother would leave her child like this, Buk." Ida started sobbing.

"I am even willing to exchange my life for the healing of Yasir" isak Ida pilu.

"Da ... Do not say that, the word that comes out of the mouth may be granted by God. Do you not pity the fate of Yasir, if God will take your life?" advice from buk Isah.

"Yes, Buk. I can't help seeing Yasir's face getting more and more haggard."

"Yes, Da ... I get that. Let us pray that Yasir will soon be healed with God. Now you rest, let me take care of Yasir. You look so tired."

"Let me take Yasir to my room so that you can rest for a while" forced Isah's buk to take Yasir from Ida's sling.

After leaving, Ida handed Yasir to Isah buk. There is no point in arguing. His strength felt drained.

"Thank you, Buk" he said slowly.

"Burhan where, Da? He asked for egg tea, it would be cold if not immediately drunk," asked Isah when he wanted to get out of the room.

"He went out to find a coconut for Yasir, Buk."

"Oh ... Now you rest." Buk Isah went out and closed the door.

The room was so quiet. The wind blew slowly from the open window. The sound of cobwebs that are as simple as singing a sleep song, making Ida unable to hold her eyes to stay open. The fatigue that had accumulated taking care of Yasir who was sick these few weeks, made him fall asleep easily.

"Da ... Ida ..."

Ida flinched from her sleep when Burhan woke her up slowly.

"Ah, sir is home? Has the water been drunk by Yasir?" tanyanya while getting out of bed.

The room was starting to darken.

"Well, how long have I been asleep?" ask Ida back.

There is no word from Burhan. Ida looked at the astonished face of her husband. His eyes were red, his jaw was hardened, his lips were trembling.

"Why, Master?"

"Mazier ..." Burhan's voice choked, instantly his cry broke.

"Why Yasir, sir?" peekkik Ida's.

Mind raging. What made her husband cry, the man he had always known was strong, never showing any sadness in front of him.

Ida was knocked out of the room, darting into Isah's buk room. In Isah's buk room there is a mantri who has been checking Yasir, standing by the bed.

"Why Yasir, Engku?" Ida approached where Yasir was laid.

"Da, you're the stoic one, yeah ... Yasir is not strong against his disease" said buk Isah slowly.

"What do I mean?" ask Ida as if rejecting what is said book Isah.

"My dear, please check on my son once more" Pinta Ida turned to the mantri who was still standing on the bedside.

"Mom, I'm sorry. The mother's heartbeats are gone."

"I beg ..." isak Ida pilu.

"Already, Da ..." Burhan said in a raucous voice.

"Master, please ... I just want to make sure that this mantri is not wrong" insisted Ida.

"I've made sure, Da. Yasir is gone. I took it off." Burhan back sobbing.

"Why didn't you wake me? Why did the new master say after Yasir left?" isak Ida lirih's.

Ida approached the bed, looking at the face of her son who looked like he was asleep. His face was so calm. He gently rubbed Yasir's face, stroking his thick black hair.

"Yasir, why did Yasir leave Amak? Yasir doesn't love the same amak?" mumbled wailing. He tried to keep his tears from spilling.

"Didn't Yasir want to invite his sister to play? Why did Yasir leave before the sister came?" Ida rubbed her eyes to see Yasir's face clearly.

Azan magrib reverberated, the mantri who examined Yasir resigned. As if in another dimension, Ida only watched blankly as the contents of the house were restyled. The furniture in the front room was moved.

All over the house was crowded with mourners. Yasir's body was laid out in the middle of the front room. The sound of holy verses filled the house.

"Da, you eat yes" persuaded Isah.

Ida budging. He just sat on the edge of the room without a sound without tears, looking at the small body covered in a long cloth. His mind seemed unable to digest everything that seemed to move quickly before his eyes.

The next day, when Yasir was about to be buried, Isah's book forbade Ida to come to the cemetery.

"It is not good for pregnant women to the funeral, Da. You just wait at home."

As if a buffalo being poked in the nose, Ida said. It was as if he did not have the energy to argue with what Isah said. When Yasir's body was put in a coffin, Ida's world was dark. He lost consciousness, fell unconscious.

"Ma ..." Ida felt someone pat her cheek gently. Then his kiss was filled with the pungent smell of spices. He opened his eyes. Mak Halimah sat by the bed.

"Alhamdulillah you have realized," said mak Halimah relieved.

"When are you here?" Ida tried to get up to sit down.

"You just lie down, Da." Mak Halimah pushed slowly Ida's body to stay lying down.

"I just arrived. You drink first." Mak Halimah thrust a spoonful of warm tea onto Ida's lips.

"I'm not thirsty, Mommy," Ida refused.

"It's not to get rid of your thirst, Da. In order to give you a little energy, "forcibly Mak Halimah still thrust a spoon into Ida's lips.

Ida relented, trying to swallow the tea water that her in-laws had spooned. Mak Halimah gently rubbed her daughter-in-law's cheeks, although clearly sadness was plastered on her face that began to wrinkle, but mak Halimah still tried to smile to encourage Ida.

***

Seven days after Yasir died, the house was still filled with neighbors who were present to hold a lecture. Ida was still unable to accept Yasir's departure. He was locked up all day in his room.

"Da, you try Yasir, yes. I have not been able to give up Yasir's departure ... But if you keep going like this, pity the baby in your stomach" Burhan said.

"Sir, I'm just trying to remember my mistake, why when I start to get my happiness, God takes it back forcibly." Ida looked at her husband's face.

"There's no need for you to think too far, Da. This is a test for us. Don't get too late in your sadness." Burhan cupped his palms together on Ida's cheeks. Staring at the two eyes whose petals were swollen.

"Hopefully Yasir will be the son who will pick us up at the door of heaven."

Ida looked at her husband's face, her usual sharp eyes, the day was sad. He realized, not only himself who was grieving. He must reorganize his heart, organize his life because there is a new soul growing in his womb that also needs him.

"Yasir, forgive all the lack of care for you, son. Amak is trying to make you go away. Now Yasir is no longer sick," he murmured.