BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
MOM HAS GONE

It feels like we have been bowing long enough. My stomach is already tight, a sign of discomfort with this position. But there was also no sound of the mother acting as a priest to end this prostration. I thought maybe my mom was praying. A very long and solemn prayer until a long time rise.

I decided to immediately get up from prostration before this stomach cramp. I don't want to look for it, because in our village there is only one obstetrician. It was not every day practice because he also opened a practice in one of the hospitals in the city.

After the greeting, I glanced at the mother who was still prostrating. Yumna followed me too. He also finished performing the dawn prayer. Not wanting to disturb my mother, we both continued to pray. But my mom hasn't been up so much that it worries me. Is it my mother sleeping? A thing that feels impossible considering the mother if the prayer is always solemn.

"Mom, mama. Did mom fall asleep? Mama?" suddenly Yumna came forward, she shook her mother's hand slowly. Before long, my mother immediately fell into the prayer mat.

"Sme!" We screamed at the same time. I immediately approached my mother, turning her frail body until both of her eyes were closed with lips smiling.

Is mom sleeping? I shook my mother's body. It was slow at first, but I insisted that my mother listen. But there's no answer. My mind started to grow in a frenzy, with trembling hands, I checked my mother's pulse and breath. No heartbeat or breathing.

"Astagfirullah ... Astagfirullah ... Astagfirullah." with a trembling body, I gave instructions to Yumna to call the next-door neighbor who still had a relative relationship with her mother.

"Na, quickly find help for mom. Please call anyone to help Umi check on your condition!" I said.

Yumna ran outside. It did not take long, Yumna had returned with several people.There was a direct check on her mother, there were also those who called medical personnel to ensure the condition of the mother.

"Make no more." Says the senior nurse who works at the puskesmas.

Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji. All those present at the mother's house said a prayer for her. All that lives will return to its owner. I immediately collapsed. Unconscious. Unexpectedly, this was the end of my encounter with my mother.

***

I don't know what time it is. What is clear, from the outside is the sound of people quite crowded, some are teaching, some are just talking. While I was still in my mother's room, alone.

"Mila, are you awake?" suddenly Uni Siti entered the room. Apparently he was already here.

"Union ... Which mother?" my question, while trying to get up, but the body still feels weak after fainting.

"Mila, don't get up. Slowly. You are pregnant, the condition is getting weaker. So it's got to be a lot of rest."

"What about, ni?" I asked, impatiently wanting to know how my mother is doing. What really happened.

"Emak sudang bathed by mothers and other study mothers. While the father and mother's brothers are preparing for the funeral process which is planned to be carried out later ba'da Zuhur." explained Uni Siti.

"Yes Allah ..." I threw the body softly into the bed. It was how last night, when we came, my mother was so happy. All had been prepared by the mother, including cooking food that we often eat during Lebaran. My mom forced me to stay over too. Mom took the time to tell Yumna and lastly, she advised me not to worry about the song. It was a sign that my mother would be gone forever. After this, we will no longer be able to eat mother's cooking, Yumna will not be able to hear the story that her grandmother directly told. "Why can my mom go? I mean, is mom sick? or ... Mother why .... suddenly like this?"

"Thankfully you stayed at my mother's house last night, Mil, if not, you will definitely go in the room. Conditions alone" said Uni Siti.

Oh Allah ... What Uni Siti said was true. If we don't come and menginao, then mother will die alone, without anyone knowing her disappearance. Just like when Bang Hasan died. I immediately cried, recalling the memories with my first in-laws. Such a good father-in-law, he loved me as much as he loved his son.

***

Mother's grave is right next to the tomb of bang Hasan. His funeral was performed by Ba'da Zuhur. Quite a lot came to take my mother to the final resting place.

"Abang .. Now my mom has caught up with my brother. No one else can hear my story so patiently. Now my mom won't be lonely anymore. I'm sorry, bang. So far, it has been less devoted to my mother. I let my own mother, but in the past my brother always told me to spend more time with my mother, especially Yumna because my mother had no family other than my brother. Only the distant family didn't care much about him." I rubbed the gravestone bang Hasan and mom at the same time. Like holding both of their hands.

After mom's funeral. We held a recitation while entertaining guests who came on pilgrimage.

"Mil, after this who will occupy the mother's house?" suddenly one of my distant family whispered to me, after I read Yasin's letter.

"Huh, that means this house is Tech? (call for a younger mother's brother)" I asked.

"Yes, this house. It's not good, it's also in rehab even though it's not finished in full" he said.

"Oh, that's .. if about this house I don't know Tek,"

"O, Etek thought you'd sell, considering that now you live in Jakarta, right? But how come Mil, suddenly you're staying at my mom's house and mom's dead?"

That question I consider a normal question without thinking there is a purpose for julid because now I am grieving.

"Yes Tek, happened to be yesterday we visited here, keep mom ngajak nginap. That's why we're staying at mom's house."

"O ... what a coincidence." the middle-aged woman nodded her head.

Our conversation stopped when suddenly mother approached while giving her the HP she was holding. He said a call from the Ilham bang.

Apparently Ilham bang had heard the news about the departure of the mother. I don't know who told you, I don't intend to ask. I just guessed that the Goddess Union who gave information, stalked Ilham mas and mbak Ayu only communicated with him.

[I am deeply saddened by Mil, for the passing of her grandmother Yumna. I pray that the late may have the best place by Allah.] Said mas Ilham.

[InshaAllah the good guys will indeed get the best place. Different from those who have many sins!] I said, in a sharp tone as the conclusion of our conversation.