Are You My Brother ?
A World Without Hate
On a sunny afternoon, when I came home from a tiring and troublesome job, I went straight to the hospital where my sister was being treated. There is also a father, mother and Mr. Anto and my brother. When I just got there, with my body sitting in a wheelchair, my brother moved closer to me with a smile.
" Dad, mother, Mr. Anto. I have already acknowledged him, therefore, I also want you to acknowledge his prowess. A human being full of dreams, an owner of strong willpower, a human who hates the word surrender. Therefore, our previous treatment that always underestimated him was wrong, but also not entirely wrong. Because with that he can grow and fight for the better" said my brother at length who made everyone smile.
" What the hell, lebay," I said to my brother.
" Lebay also needs to be for the sake of a truth" he denies.
" Heh, whatever," I said.
Laughter like ria sounded so echoed in the room. The light of love emanated from the faces of all who were in the room. The hatred is gone, the suffering is gone. Togetherness has changed all that, through scary events that everything changed. My father, my mother, my brother, Mr. Anto, are all near me. If only my grandfather existed, or at least my grandfather and grandmother who were in a distant village in the eye could be near me, it would definitely feel in heaven.
Shortly after, the doctor appeared from behind the door of the patient's room. He seems to be telling me something.
" Today, Mas Iqbal is home. But it must be taken care of his health !" Doctor's talk.
" Yes, Doctor, thank you" answered my father.
" Yes, same - same. Then I stay first yes, there are still other patients" said the doctor as he left us.
That same afternoon we took my brother home, in the hospital yard we were still waiting for the return of my father from his affairs to finish the administration. Until he came back and together - the same back home.
The day I spent in that new house, and I always felt different in that house. My father, my mother, they took more time to interact with me after rarely or never interacted with me except with words of disdain. I was very happy, so I decided to stay there with them leaving my rent which I had paid for the following months. I also contacted the owner of the contract that I would get out of the contract.
Although the distance of the house with my work place will increase further, but for the sake of a togetherness I am willing to live it. In the next days my brother's condition began to improve. He was able to walk after previously only being able to move with the help of a wheelchair.
" Everyone, I go to work first, yes" I said.
" Yes, heart - heart !" Answer mother. It just so happened that my father and mother had not left too early as before.
" Yes, assalamualaikum," I said.
" Greetings waalaikum" answered everyone.
In the afternoon after work, I think I still have a lot of time. I got off the angkot right on the side of the road that connects to the village. I walked towards the mosque where I first met Ustad Sobri. Wish I could see him again, but there was no sign of him coming to the mosque. Until a young man came to the mosque, a pious-faced young man with a peci and a glove wrapped around his stomach walked up to me.
" Assalamualaikum" he said.
" Greetings waalaikum" I answered.
" Well, isn't this guy ?" Exact question with the question Ustad Sobri at that time.
" No mas, I'm looking for Ustad Sobri, do you know him ?" Means back.
Suddenly his face turned sad. It was as if something was troubling his mind.
" Sobri Ustad....... Ustad Sobri had died a month ago" he replied with a sad look.
I was surprised when I heard that answer. I don't believe it, but it did happen. With great sadness, I asked him to show us the grave of Ustad Sobri, until we finally got there.
" Over again, the earth has swallowed a very good man" I said with tears.
I also pray Ustad Sobri that he will be in a beautiful place, heaven. After everything happened, I regretted, why not come to the village from the past. Maybe I could still meet him then.
Until the sky has changed its color, the twilight with the light of his throne has appeared. With sadness I went home too.
" Assalamualaikum, I'm home" I said languidly as I opened the door.
" Waalaikum greetings, welcome, Candra," Welcome my brother from the village.
" Grandfather, grandma," I cried out in excitement as I hugged them. How not, I haven't seen them in a long time and I miss that it has reached its peak.
Finally everything is complete, can be in the same place. I always hoped forever it would always be like that. An eternal togetherness with no parting except death. But of course everything will be difficult to realize, considering that everything already has its own world, but at least every day we can gather even if only a few minutes. After all, my grandparents never wanted to if they had to stay in my house forever. They could not leave their homes in the beautiful village they had lived in for so long. For them the house in the village was a house of memories that they could not leave behind, just like me who was so heavy leaving my old house. But at least, even if they don't stay in my house forever, they can stay for a few days there. To let go of all the longing in my heart. To rebuild a divided togetherness.