Ummul & Ludmil Story

HUSBAND'S REMORSE

"Mother why sir?"

"Sorry father son! your mother has already faced the divine lap. You, help prayer. Call your sister Fumala and get home, Mil!"

"No. You must be kidding, right? i-bu .. Mother ... "the cry of Mila echoed throughout the room, her legs trembled at the loss of her beloved mother.

"Mother why go live Mila like this, Mila same who ma'am. Only the mother who always ingetin Mila, pay attention to Mila. Mila can't let me go this fast, Mom-mom woke up mom! Mila brought the results of the apothecary graduation, Mila wants to make me proud. This is just starting, Mila wants to create an entire pharmacy store with research results Mila and colleagues doctor ma, so that you can make medicine for mothers. I'm awake, Mila, it's not too late mom! Ibuuuu ..wake up!" mila, shaking her mother's body, hoping it's a dream. I wish my mother could open her eyes.

Deeughes!

Mila, talk to her doctor about making medicine. What exactly is Ummul sick, without me knowing? Dek, why are you sick, you didn't tell me deck brother?! Uh! regretfully, it was also too late if Ludmil himself could provide enough material. But that's all so that the trouble never repeats itself.

But to the chagrin of his soul and body, when the sixth day Ludmil returned to Indonesia, the wife who fought from nothing with him had to go for a long time. Ludmil's own sense of crying and tightness raged, when he heard the babbling of his youngest daughter. But the neighbors came to visit and help, indeed some of the many pilgrims and study mothers from other villages seemed to come. Ludmil himself was shocked when hundreds of guests came to visit, he tried hard despite being fragile and his legs stiff, limp.

And when it went right, the neighbors, relatives contacted came to help what was needed. Although Mila herself did not move, she finally wanted to bathe the body of the mother for the last time.

"Mother .." cried Fumala who often called Mala home, he dropped a backpack backpack and soon probably kissed her mother, she said, who had been in the cafeteria in the living room and left her face with a cotton swab in the nostril visible, from a transparent veil.

"Dad! Mother why could die, mother was good this morning. Huhuhu." hoarsely cried his eldest daughter.

Ludmil himself could not answer, but still tried to calm his two daughters who were still crying.

Fumala himself who was in college at the time, he applied for permission to the lecturer when he got a call during the semester, lucky he was smart enough so that he could quickly finish, and go home with a look of sadness, he said, a mixed mind.

Not long ago Fumala felt happiness, after his father returned to work, and promised to continue in Indonesia, no longer working far. But why is it as if fate toyed with the story of a child, who wants both parents intact after so many years, must be separated.

"Mom, Fumala's home mom. Sorry Fumala's late to come home." - softly as if the only child was rigid.

"Dad! istighfar. Now take ablution, and teach. Ikhlas na! no one is willing to leave the one we love, but all of this is at his will. Mother Ummul dear god swt. C'mon boy! invite your sister to teach you, so that your mother will not be sad and heavy to see you from there." said Asiyah, a neighbor right next to the deceased's house.

Asiyah is a sad neighbor of Ummul, from the two daughters of Ummul aged Five years and ten years, Asiyah herself recently lost her husband, and Ummul is the most meritorious number one supporter, Ummul, so Asiyah tried to help like a neighbor and good relatives next to the house, bak bantu budi.

Because Asiyah knew, Ummul himself was a strong mother, good to everyone and perhaps because of her kindness, the creator called her first.

'Why did you first, when you were a good person. Mbak's own husband just came home.' Inner Asiyah knows what it's like to be left behind a loved one, maybe at this time Asiyah knows the feelings of Ludmil Ummul's husband so devastated. Because Asiyah really never experienced.

"Dad! tell me the same Fumala, is the mother soy sauce? I'm sick, but I'm still not sensitive. Just keep seeing your friend's friend who's coming?" his yell.

"I'm sorry if I sassy mr. Ludmil. Should the deceased be buried immediately, it is not good to fight. Fumala, come with mom! istighfra boy! Your mother always taught the good, right, with the water of ablution insyallah you are much calmer." said Asiyah who approached with other mothers, calming the two daughters of Ummul who dissolved in sadness.

"Thank you mother, if that's what I'm sorry for." said Ludmil.

Ludmil himself with some residents, justad and shock when mourners arrived in the hundreds. Even for later tonight tahlilan only he had not prepared, really blank at that time. But by some miracle, many neighbors and residents, the mother of his wife's congregation helped in the grief of Ludmil and his two daughters there. While the Ludmil and Ummul families are still on the way, and will arrive early tomorrow because the travel time reaches six hours. It is not good if the deceased is buried for too long.

A few moments on the way to TPU Jeruk Purut. Tauhid chants, echoing ushering the last corpse. Until it was buried and soerang ustad representing the study in the last place Ummul. The smell of flowers, and perfume seemed to burst from the ground. What residents feel is this is right above the tomb of the late Ummul Khasiah.

Fumala and Mila seemed to dry up her cries, in front of the mother's grave board. He was sincere when he saw hundreds of people who were nursing, and prayers for his mother at that time. Moreover, an unusual fragrance, making the two daughters of Ummul his mother insyallah heaven experts who awaited the creator.

And a few moments after people go one by one, leaving Fumala and Mila accompanied by one neighbor, named Asiyah's mother took her home, asking for prayers from home to be sincere, do not drag on from grief.

"Mom doesn't know, it feels like our mother left us. So Mila stays here, doesn't want to go home!"

"Mila enough! it is true, said Ms. Asiyah. You know Mil, if it wasn't for Asiyah. We don't know what it's like, not only you lost it but everything. See our father silent as the statue there shaking the Haji sir, how can Asiyah ma'am not sad, Asiyah ma'am just left her husband, so keep your attitude the same older Mila!" said Fumala, who seemed strong.

"Mom, tomorrow Fumala and Mila come again, we will also continue to pray for mother at any time from home. I'm waiting for us!" fumala said, holding back the cry.

Clearly, Asiyah felt a tightness, as the two daughters of Ummul held firm and deep sadness. Even Asiyah's mother herself was just a stick of kara, after having left her three children and her husband in an accident, so she worked in a home to take care of abandoned children.

Ludmil looked at his two daughters walking, taking him home. So that up to the house, Ludmil entered the room, he stared at the wedding photos that were quite soul-stifling.

"Sir, you haven't been able to make it happy. You know, you want to talk honestly about your brother working for an Apple company. Brother wants to be honest, but why do you live brother dek. What brother must follow, so that brother can make up for the guilt of brother." he explained, look a cutter on the nightstand.

Braagh!!

Ludmil said Istighfar, taking off the cutter when a book fell right on his feet.

DIARY UMMUL, MY WAITING STORY!

Ludmil was so shocked, when a book was written by his wife, which he could not read because he was trembling in fear. Did Ummul leave something there.

TBC.