Back to Your Heaven
Operating Room

Isma is in the operating room.

Then the doctor injects an anesthetic injection over his buttocks.

Then he lay down.

The doctor told him to lift his leg, Isma began to be unable to lift it.

His hands were tied like crucifixions. An oxygen hose was already attached to his nose.

The air is so cold there. Surrounded by strangers.

His body was covered in green cloth.

Then a very bright light started to light up.

"Tracks......" The light was very bright right above his stomach.

There were sounds of operating equipment like scissors and so on.

Shortly the doctor showed his son.

"Mother's son is out. His son... The gender is female." The doctor showed Isma.

The little red baby had just been taken out of her stomach.

Isma crying.... Yes, that is a happy cry.

Then her son was taken to the baby room. There the baby is bathed.in the Adzan.

Isma is still in the operating room.

Over time his vision began to blur. He's asleep.... And at that moment Isma felt like she was going down one aisle, like a passageway of time. There he met his mother.

His mother smiled happily.

Shortly after, Isma opened her eyes. He was in the recovery room. There was a husband and father.

Isma smiled and continued talking as if she was telling what she had just experienced.

"Mother drink first.... Don't talk too much yet..." Said one nurse.

"It's a sweet anget tea first..." Fikri gives it to Isma using a straw.

"Where's our son...?" Ask Isma.

"There's... It's in the room..."

A few hours... Isma moved in. There he saw his little daughter sleeping.

"I'm a mother now. So long is this wait. Many also like his pain that has been passed."

"Congratulations... Yes son... You are now a mother. Quickly recover..." Said the father.

"Yes Sir..." Isma nodded her head while shedding her tears.

"My son never knew my mother's figure, sir...."

"Nothing son, all wills are in power."

Three days Isma was in the hospital. The doctor finally allowed him to go home.

At Isma's house, there were many families waiting for Isma to come home.

Everyone wants to see Isma's baby.

"Geez, that's so funny.... What's her name Is..?" Ask her aunt.

"There is no bi... Lets later..."

"Alhamdulillah... Everyone survived. You are the Is... Cepet recovered huh...?"

"Yes. bi... Aamiin..."

"Try there's still your mother, Is, she must be the first one to always take care of you and your baby."

"Yes.. yeah bi.."

Every day Isma took care of her baby. He looks painstaking..

Although this was his first experience.

"What do we name it. mas...?? Ask Isma.

"Who is.... What if Ayesha..?"

"Good mas...."

"Asalamualaikum Aisha...." Sapa Isma's.

From month to month Isma's baby is growing healthy.

Aisyah grew up to be a beautiful and adorable baby.

"Hi is beautiful. more gemesin anyway..."

Month to month.... Year to year... Aisyah grew up to be a jolly child.

The days of Isma were filled with happiness.

Until Aisyah became a toddler and could already ask her mother something.

Aisyah opens a photo album.

"Who's this, ma'am...??" Aisyah asked while pointing at one photo.

"Where baby... Right here... I see."

"It... Mum...."

"Oh that.... That's my grandmother's picture."

"Where's the granny.cok isn't here?" Ask Aisha again.

"Yes dear... Grandma's gone to heaven."

Isma smiled at her son...

"You've never known him, son....!" Say Isma in the heart.

"Grengg. greng.." The sound of the motor stopped in front of Isma's house.

Zikri went to visit Isma's house.

Isma's brother, Zikri he stopped working. Maybe he was tired of the work he was doing at the time. There he told me about his work.

"So I'm tired of working at work yesterday Is. Brother looking for another job."

"Yes, if it is uncomfortable... Don't force Ka. There may also be job opportunities." Answer Isma.

Some days Isma's sister doesn't work. Maybe his wife will get angry over time. His wife was speechless to Zikri, perhaps it was an expression of her annoyance.

"is... Your brother doesn't talk to you." Zikri told Isma.

"Yes... Maybe he was disappointed, brother. I'm not looking for a job anymore...?" Ask Isma.

"Udah... But there's no call yet."

"So, be patient first, brother."

Zikri is very close to Isma. From childhood he always took Isma to school.

If there was anything he always told Isma.

Isma was concerned about her sister's circumstances. Isma tried to contact her friends maybe there is a job vacancy in their place.

Until Isma calls Santi.

"San's still working...?"

"Still Is.... Why emang...?"

"There's no job for guys...??"

"Who did Is...??"

"Make brother San... Is there a..??"

"The tunnel exists anyway. But for the most part marketing guy." Answer Santi.

"I'll say yes to my sister first. If he wants, I'll call you back...!"

"okay... Is.." is.."

The next morning Isma went to her sister's house.

"Assalamualaikum...."

"Waalaikum..... Uh you are. Come on in here."

"Your niece is playing here....!" Connect brother to Aisyah.

"Gini brother... Yesterday Isma tried to go to Isma's men who are still at work. Isma tanya job vacancy."

"Yes.... How is Is?" Ask Zikri.

"Of the many friends of Isma, there is only one job vacancy for men. That's if you want to." Isma.

"What's his job, Is..?"

"Say the marketing part, brother."

"Yes, try it first, than now it's idle." Answer Isma's sister-in-law.

"Yes, my sister will try Is. Where's the workplace...??" Ask Zikri.

"Later Isma asked him again, brother. Address the same terms what's it."

"okay.... Is. Thanks yeah..."

"Yes are the same."

"Kring... Cring..." Santi's phone rang.

Isma called him.

"Assynoltom... Is.." is.."

"Vayallikumsal.... San... Sorry I interrupted the time."

"Engga... Just relax. How about...?"

"Gini loh's... I said it to my brother."

"Oh yes... How do you keep saying...?"

"Say I'll try San... Keep the terms whatever... Same address where..."

"okay... Okay. later I WA you yes... Same requirement as his address."

"okay... Ready San. Thanks a lot, you."

"Yes... You're welcome."

"Santi will send the same address, brother. I'll WA in to brother huh..." Isma.

"Yes Is.... Ready."

"Yes, Isma went home first... Play here again tomorrow."

"Yes..."

Then Isma went home.

Upon arrival at home, Isma's phone rang.

"Mir.tet..."

Then Isma opened her phone.

There's a message coming in from Santi.

He gave her address and job requirements to her brother.

Before long Isma immediately told Zikri.

"WA to ka Zikri is complete... Hopefully there's a solution."