Women of Choice

Contrition

"Ghin, you go first, yes, even one night. Ttemenin Father, son," he asked, squeezing when I took the time to go home.

"But, sir, tomorrow morning Ghina has to go back to work. So for now Ghina has not been able to take a step," I said, arguing.

I saw the face of the father who had been filled with wrinkles was shrouded in disappointment. But, I don't care. I prefer and attach great importance to the work I cannot leave behind.

It was only a week that I began to occupy myself in the work I was doing. Mom called me on the phone.

"Ghin, go home first! now you're being treated in the hospital."

"Mother why, Mom? until you were taken to the hospital?

"Just go home, yeah!" answer mom with emphasis.

After receiving a call from my mother, I immediately prepared to return home after previously asking permission first to the superior. Using an online taxi I went straight to the hospital that was mentioned by my mother.

Arriving at the hospital room where the father was treated I immediately rushed towards the father who was rolled weak with several hoses that filled some of his fragile limbs.

"Mr why, sir?" lirihku hugged her tightly while sobbing.

"Mr is okay. Just a little pain in the stomach. Maybe just an ordinary disease,” replied father reassured me.

“The father must heal quickly, the Father must remain healthy and strong. Sorry for Ghina's attitude yesterday, sir." For some reason my heart was filled with guilt.

“Yes, you also have to be good at taking care of yourself. Don't get carried away by promiscuity while living in the city, yes!" his advice while stroking my head gently.

"Yes, sir."

Suddenly, my father drowned unconscious. Mom half ran to call the guard. Health workers who served in the hospital were trying to carry out their duties well and professionally. He was taken back to the IGD.

A nurse came out of the IGD room. I rushed over to ask the father's condition.

“Sus, how is my Father doing?” I asked one of the sisters.

"The situation has not improved, Ma'am. Because his illness was already a complication," replied the nurse explaining.

“Astaghfirullah! Why do you have complications of such a disease?" I know you never complain of pain and even he looks fine, Sus,” I said in disbelief.

"You're patient, yes, Deck!" Do'a the best for your father's recovery,” said the nurse tried to calm my heart.

“Iya, Sus, thank you,” I replied.

After a few hours of waiting. Finally, siuman returned. My mother and I entered the room where I was treated.

“Pak, get well quickly yes, don't mind too much," I said while holding his hand.

"Yes, usually you are healthy again, really," he said with a forced smile.

After making sure the condition of the father has improved somewhat. I also say goodbye to going back to work.

The next day the mother told him that he could be taken home and could be treated at home for recovery.

I was also relieved to be back at work with focus. Not too concerned about your health like yesterday.

It was getting dark when I got home from work. I saw the phone placed on the room table flashing a sign of an incoming call.

“Halo, Mom, how's the same mom, healthy right?”

“Hu ... Huhu..” heard the voice of mother who was roaring.

“Halo ... Hello ... What's up, Mom?” my question, jerked when the call was connected was greeted by crying by mother. Suddenly anxiety enveloped this heart.

“Your father died ...” sahut, short. phone connection was cut off.

“Innalillahi wa innalillahi rojiuun.”

I could no longer hold back the tears that were directly pouring down the river from the corner of my eye. I never thought anything could happen this fast.

With a feeling of sadness and tightness I immediately rushed to prepare myself to go home tonight as well.

When I got home, I saw that my extended family had all gathered there. Mom looks so sad and so devastated, even so with me. I have not been able to accept all these facts sincerely.

“The patient, yes, Ghina, Bibi sure sure you can be strong and strong in the face of this ordeal," said one of the relatives, strengthening me.

“Yes, God willing, Ghina strong, Bi."

However, in this corner of my heart it was really hard for me to accept everything that happened. I had just been by my father's side and talked a lot with him, but why did everything happen so quickly?

I can't believe you had to take your last breath when I wasn't by her side. I just realized it turned out that my father's request to ask me to stay at home at that time, was the last request. I can only regret not having the time to fulfill her request.

"But, Ghina still needs the figure of the Father for now, Bi," I said, shrieking in aunt's ears.

“Yes, Auntie really knows what you feel, surely you are very hit and very sad about what you are experiencing now, but try to be firm and sincerely accept, he said, because that is all that can make your Father calm there," said Bibi gave her spirit while hugging me tightly, my tears broke in her arms.

"Remember, Ghin. We too will be in a position like your father now. Because death must be as it is in the Quran. Which means: "Every one who lives will feel dead. And only on the Day of Resurrection will you be perfectly rewarded. Whoever is cast out of hell and put into heaven, he will have victory. The life of the world is but a deluded pleasure."((QS. Ali Imran: 185)

From the reality that has happened. I tried to learn the lessons behind the sadness I had experienced.

With the alternation of time, all must return to the Creator, no one will ever be able to know the will of God. Although we are not yet ready to accept it, God knows better the plan He has set.

A father also has the same role. Not only the mother who is the main role in the family, and not also the father figure is only a supporting role, but more appropriate is the Father and Mother who are the main roles in a family, the family, when one of the main characters suddenly disappears, a family no longer has a definite meaning.

Just as it has happened to me now, when we feel we have only one leg, what do we feel? surely in our minds it is very difficult to walk like a normal human being, this is what an orphan like me feels, right now.

Be grateful, for those who still have complete parents, Mother and Father who are still given long life, do not ever waste and do not occasionally try to hurt their hearts, because sooner or later we will all feel what it is like to lose someone who is a milestone in our lives, someone who is always there in joy and sorrow, he said, and someone who always tries to make his family happy, never reject his request, as long as in a positive way, because who knows it's the last request in his life.

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