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Heaven where mom returns

Tomorrow the condition of Isma's mother is getting weaker. His breathing began slowly. And his body was covered in cold sweat.

Mom looks so tired. Every time, the family took turns hearing laafadz lailaillallah's ears.

Mother's voice is deepening.

It was painful for Isma to see the condition of her mother.

They continue to recite the holy verses of the Qur'an.

"Yes Allah... How's this....??" Said Isma while crying.

"We're taking mom to the hospital again." Said Zikri, Isma's sister.

As they were about to take the mother, the mother's breath slowed down even more.

Uncle Isma put Isma's mother to sleep again.

"Laihaillallah's..... Laailai.... Allah Akbar...." Isma's uncle led her.

The words were heard to the mother's ears.

"Now don't cry, it's time to lead mom." Said the uncle.

"Yes Allah... Isma is sincere whatever will happen. Isma could not bear to see a mother like this. Isma sincerely O Allah..."

Isma bowed her head on the leg of her mother who was lying weak. Then he recited the prayer "Allahumaghfirli dunubi liwalidayaidaya warhamhuma qama robbayani syoghiro."

He read the prayer over and over again.

Mother's breath is getting slower.

"Please get me a little glass." Tell the uncle.

Isma's sister took her.

The glass was brought close to Isma's mother's nose.

His uncle saw no more gusts of steam from Isma's mother's breath.

"Innalillahiwainnaillaihirojiun's search....." Uncle.

Everyone immediately screamed... Crying out...

"Mothers... Forgive Isma."

Isma was heartbroken to see her mother's departure. She was abandoned by her mother when she was four months pregnant.

Not many words were spoken from Isma's lips. He was more silent and shed tears.

All the memories with his mother from childhood were immediately imagined by him.

"Mother said she wanted to shop for Isma's baby gear, but I left Isma instead." Said Isma in front of her mother's body.

"Ikhlas ya Is.... This is God's best path. God willing, I don't feel any pain anymore." Said in Fikri while hugging his wife.

"Now our duty is to pray." Connect uncle.

The process of bathing the body will be done. Isma wanted to take a bath, but at that time she was not allowed on the grounds that pregnant women should not bathe the dead.

There Isma felt really not a good child.

At his mother's last bath, he couldn't go.

"Yes Allah... Forgive Isma."

When her mother was pardoned, Isma approached. He looked at his mother's face for the last time.

"Mothers... Forgive Isma."

Then Isma saw the process of pardoning to completion.

"Mothers... The calm yes. I'm sorry Isma hasn't been a good boy..." Say Isma again.

Isma continued to sit near the body of her mother who had been wrapped in a shroud.

His eyes are swollen... Her tears continued to wash her cheeks.

The process of the corpse is almost complete. The body was also impaled. Three people helped lift the body to put it in a coffin.

Isma's crying broke again.....

"Don't bring....." Shouted Isma.

"Ikhlas yes son...." Said the father while rubbing Isma's head.

"Mom would like to have a granddaughter from me, sir..."

"Yes.... Patience for you, son... I'm mom." Answer father.

The coffin began to be lifted.

All the families took the bodies to the funeral.

All goes.... Getting closer to the funeral. Liang is becoming more visible.

Slowly lowered the body of the mother, then in the Adhan right.

Isma's body grew weaker, her legs trembling.

"Sit here Is... Don't stand up, afraid you'll get dizzy." Said Fikri while holding Isma.

Tears did not stop coming from both eyes.

The funeral process is complete. Isma sprinkled flowers on her mother's grave.

"For the family is asked not to leave the funeral, we teach together here." Bring uncle Isma.

The whole family started teaching.

After the funeral was over, the family left the funeral one by one. There lived her father, sister, Isma and her husband.

"Mother is no more..." Said Zikri Isma's first brother.

Isma held the mother's tombstone and said "when I really need you."

Her tears were dripping again.

"Patience.... There's still us. You're not alone Is." Answer Zikri.

"Yes, we're home.... We still have our brothers at home." Bring dad.

They started to stand up and turned right.

With slow steps they left the funeral.

A few steps Isma stepped, he stopped and looked again at the tomb of his mother.

"It's been..... Let's go home Is." Bring Fikri.

They left the cemetery and returned home.

It's still very crowded at home. There are many brothers and neighbors.

"Son Isma... Eat first." Say to one of her neighbors who helps with cooking.

"Later on, Mom... Isma's not hungry."

"Eat ya Is, it's okay a little bit too. Pity the fetus that is in your heart." Keep husband.

"Yes..." Answer Isma.

In the afternoon the tahlilan event began.

Isma sat down with family and neighbors present.

It felt empty, there was a piece of heart missing. There was a part of his soul that was empty.

"This is what my mother felt at the time. The late mother once said it was very painful to be abandoned by the mother. And now I feel it." Isma in his heart.

Isma tried sincerely, although occasionally he often felt that what happened was a dream.

"You've never known your grandmother's figure, son." Said Isma while holding her stomach.

"If only you knew, she was a very good grandmother." Call Isma again.

The first day until the seventh day is finished.

Isma started to move as usual.

His brothers are back at work.

Isma looked more sincere.

He visited his father more often, because his father now lives alone.

Isma also often brought food for her father.

Isma had a good father. Every day Isma's father went to Isma's mother's grave and cleaned it.

One day when Isma came home, her father was not there.

After being searched here and there, it turns out that my father is in the grave of my mother.

Shocked by Isma, looking around her mother's funeral It was very clean and not a single leaf fell.

His father was sitting near his mother's tombstone.

"I know you pretended to look strong in front of me, to make me strong." Say Isma in the heart.

Then Isma approached...

"Sir...."

"Isma's looking everywhere it turns out you're here."

"Yes son... You clean up here." Answer father.

"Mommy's grave is so clean...."

"Strong father yes... Isma is sure you can go through this ordeal. You have to be healthy, because now only Isma's father has." Isma.

"Yes son... We have to be strong. Our journey is still long. Our job to mom now is just to pray for her. You also have to be healthy, keep your content, and do not mind a lot, son...!!"

"Yes Sir..."

"Oh yes, Isma brought food for the father, Isma has stored at home. Mending now we go home, keep eating first. Yuk Sir...??" Bring Isma.

"Yes... Nak... Come on...."

Then Isma and her father walked out of the funeral.