SET DUSK
The Part 40
"Ma ...." Burhan stopped his sentence.
"Yes?" Ida turned her nursing gaze towards Burhan.
"So Mila's story ...." Burhan stopped his sentence.
"This man why? From the moment he spoke pieces," Ida charged in an impatient tone.
"Haha ... Sorry, I'm confused how to convey it. Afraid you're offended."
"Why are you acting like everyone else."
"Yes yes ..." Burhan thought for a moment.
"So, this afternoon Mila's story. More like complaining, he said that amak did not love him anymore" Burhan said.
"Where did the boy get such thoughts?" ask Ida wonder.
"Maybe it's because you're too busy taking care of Laili, that she feels your attention to her usual full-blown being divided."
"Then what should I do?"
"If you can ... When I'm not around, Laili's done nursing, Laili you just leave it to Isah's book. So you have time to play with Mila as usual" Burhan advised in a soft tone.
"Don't he also have to be taught to understand the situation? Not always all the attention poured on him," said Ida ketus.
"Yes, I know ... But now he was still unable to digest the sudden change. She was a little girl, in her innocent mind, she felt that her rampage was no longer dear to her."
"But I don't feel good if I keep bothering Isah. He is old."
"If it's only a short time to take care of Laili maybe not too tired, Da."
Ida bent her face. Tired of taking care of the baby and Mila who constantly demands attention makes him unable to capture well what Burhan said. His feeling was hurt.
"Why are you crying, Da?" burhan asked in shock to see his wife's tears suddenly fall.
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings" Burhan shifted Mila's body curled up and approached Ida.
Ida was sobbing, suddenly her chest felt tight.
"I'm sorry if my words hurt your feelings, Da" Burhan said.
"No sir, not the wrong Master. It's just that I feel like a bad mother" Isak Ida.
"You don't think so, we're learning together. You learn to be a mother who can share your time with children, Mila learns to understand the condition that right now it's not just her that you should pay attention to."
Ida just nodded.
"Here you rest. Forgive my words, yes."
The night was getting late, Ida's eyes could not be closed. The words Burhan said before going to bed made his chest tight. Since Laili's birth, he has been trying to divide his time with Mila. But the little girl acted like a person seeking attention.
Every day, there is only his behavior that makes Ida rise in blood. When Ida scolded her, she ran to find Isah's book, complaining that she was scolded.
Fatigue finally put Ida to sleep. To put it in a dream. Makes his mind rest a little.
***
"Da, Mila has a fever," call Isah's buk into the room.
Ida just finished breastfeeding Laili. He put Laili carefully to the bed. The baby squirmed slowly, starting to whine again. He patted Laili's body softly while chanting the holy verse. The little baby fell back asleep.
"From yesterday he didn't want to be with me, Buk," said Ida sadly.
"You try to persuade him to eat ... From last night he was so hot, he was delirious. I give her a drink she won't either."
"Yes buk, I tipped Laili yes."
"Yes." Yeah."
Ida stepped into Mak Halimah's room, the room Mila used for where she slept when she sulked. The girl's face was pale. Although he was asleep, but his mouth was like muttering something.
"Mila's. Eat well," call Ida soft.
"Mrs ... Mila wanted to be carried," said the girl weakly, extending her hands to Ida. His eyes dimmed.
"This is a big fat." Ida lifted the girl's body from the bed.
"Astaghfirullah ..." Ida was shocked when she held onto Mila's skin, feeling very hot.
Mila was back in a weak voice.
"Oh, why didn't you tell Ida from last night that Mila was sick?" ask Ida when she goes back into her room.
"You've been tired all day taking care of Laili, Da. I thought it was going to get hotter, it was getting higher, "sorry Isah.
"But then he thought I was ignoring him, Buk. He thought I would ignore him even if he was sick." Ida held her tight.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Da. I didn't think until then" said Isah slowly.
"Yes, Buk. Sorry ... Not that Ida regretted ibuk ...."
"Yes, I get it, Da. I'll get you some warm water to compress Mila, okay?"
"Yes, Buk. If you may ask for help, Mr. Ujang call the mantri buk."
"The father has been clutching mantri from earlier, maybe a long time because the spell is also treating people."
"Yes." Yeah." Buk Isah left the room.
Soon Isah returned with the bowl in her hand.
"Well, Mila's in the compress first." Buk Isah pressed a small cloth against Mila's forehead.
Mila whined, tightening her embrace to Ida's body.
"Mila, drink yes," persuaded Ida.
Mila nodded weakly. Ida thrust a glass into Mila's little mouth. Just a few gulps, Mila coughed, her body twitching.
"When what, son?" Ida's starting to worry.
The little girl's eyes closed. His nose is bleeding. Ida rubbed the blood flowing from her son's nasal cavity, starting to worry.
"When you sleep, son?" call Ida again.
There's no answer. Shaking, Ida tried to feel Mila's pulse. No pulse felt. His chest started to rumble. He tried to put his index finger on the little girl's nose, no breathing.
"Mila ... Wake up son," said Ida.
"Why, Da?" Buk Isah was caught in the room hearing Ida's cry.
"Assynnolt. ..." The sound of Mr. Ujang entering the house.
"Well, the spell has come" called Mr. Ujang from outside the room.
"Please come in, my Eng." Buk Isah allows the new mantri to come into the room.
"Da, try to put Mila on the bed first," said Isah.
Ida flinched, she tightly hugged Mila's body. No more breathing sounds, no more heartbeats.
"Da ..." repeated Isah's book pulling Ida's hand from Mila's body.
"No buk, Mila is sleeping, she will wake up" Isak Ida.
"Da, try to put Mila on the bed first" exclaimed Isah.
Ida was not ready to hear the results of the examination of the mantri, he still flinched increasingly tightened his embrace on the body of the little girl.
"Da, you want to hurt Mila? Try to put Mila to bed first," ordered Isah buk with a raucous voice.
Ida gives up, releasing Mila's body for the spell check. Trying to strengthen his heart, to release his baby.
"Sorry Mom, Mila's gone." Mantri's voice sounded like a death sentence for Ida.
"O Allah, forgive me O Allah ... Forgive me for not being able to take care of Your care, until You take it back from my hands, O God," cried Ida dejected.
Interjected by Ida's sobs, I could hear the sound of Burhan greeting at the door. Then the sound of his feet fell into the room.
"Yes, what's wrong?" Burhan's tired face, pias when he saw Ida who wailed on the side of Mila's body lying down.
"Master ..." Isak Ida was unable to continue his sentence.
"When what, Engku?" Burhan asked for an explanation from the mantri who was still standing inside the room.
"So I came here to check on Mila. As soon as it turns out Mila has 'nothing'," said the mantri, emphasizing his tone on the word no.
"Innalillahiwainnailaiojirojiun ...." Burhan was sitting limp.
"What is the cause, my Lord?" her question looked up, hoping to get a reasonable answer from the sudden departure of her daughter.
"It's possible that the blood vessels in his brain broke due to his fever being too high. There's blood coming out of his nose and ears, '' said mantri.
Burhan braced himself to get up, sitting next to his wife who was still crying heartrendingly. Pulls Ida's body into her arms, trying to find strength.
Like seeing the events of four years ago, the hot afternoon was increasingly stifling Ida's chest. The furniture was moved back from the front room to immerse the body of his little girl.
The neighbors started to say their condolences. Ida simply stared at the weak little body that had been covered in cloth.
"Da, the place to bathe is ready at the back," reported Isah's book.
"You want to help wash Mila's body?" ask Isah carefully.
"Yes, Buk," said Ida weakly.
Trying to strengthen yourself to stand up. Burhan raised his little girl's body to her son's final bath. Ida felt her soul loose from her body, walking felt unflappable. One of her neighbors led Ida down to where Mila was bathed.
"Be careful, Da," said his neighbor when Ida almost fell down the stairs.
Ida stared fixedly at the face of Mila who had been laid in the bathhouse. His face was so peaceful, a smile adorned his tiny lips that were always chattering cheerfully. No more singing from those tiny lips.
Ida sobbed, pouring little by little water into the body of her little girl. Usually Mila will scream if bathed with cold water. Ida had to run after the girl every time she wanted to be bathed. No more screaming came out of his lips. His body was stretched stiff, resignedly sprayed with cold water by his rampage.
He rubbed his eyes quickly, not wanting his eyes to be obscured by tears, he wanted to see clearly the face of his son. Remembering his son's last smile.
All the procession of holding Mila's body felt so fast. Ida stood looking at the tiny body held Burhan down to Liang lahat. He was still unable to digest the sudden event. He stared at the nan when Burhan covered Mila's final resting place with earth, little by little, until the hole in the red ground before him closed leaving a mound.
"Let's go home, Da. Kasian Laili was left behind for too long," Burhan asked to pull Ida away from the final resting place of Mila's child.
Ida drags her steps, hoping she can still swing her legs to return home with the rest of her strength. Wishing what he experienced was just a dream of a sleep game and when he woke up, there was Mila beside him with a carefree drum and his laughter.
