Butaku's Wife
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“Iya sir. Wa’alaikum greetings.” Answer Doctor Ray gently. He smiled wryly as he watched their backs move away, his eyes looking back at Nayya's data.

“Bi... How is Bi Mi?” Habib asked when he was at the door.

“Quiet first. Istighfar. We pray first and then go back to the room He.” Answer kyai Abu.

“Iya. We ask for answers from God only, son.” Answer Umi Ana gently.

Habib just resigned and stepped towards the mosque to pray with his family. He asked the Power of the Way from the question he faced. There is no place or path that he can get, only to the Power is the place to beg and ask for this moment.

When they finished, they returned to Nayya's room. They can see Nayya still sleeping, while her parents sit next to her mattress. Habib took a deep breath. He chose to sit on the sofa far from there, but could still see if Nayya was conscious.

So did his Parents. They chose to sit next to Habib to calm him down. Shortly thereafter, Nayya regained consciousness.

“Mother...” Nayya said weakly in the middle of her consciousness...

Mother Nayya's head stared at Nayya. “You've woken up baby?” Tannya. When Nayya's father sat in the back seat, his wife also woke up. He approached his wife.

“Mother is still dark?...” Ask Nayya.

Habib and his family approached looking at the weak Nayya. They are 2 meters from the Nayya family.

“Sayang. You don't think about it.” Obviously father. He doesn't know what to say anymore. He does not want to lie that has no end.

“Dad. What's Nayya's eye? not the lights off. Dad lives in his lights.” Nayya began to fear.

“Sayang hey. You don't panic.” His father was heavy. He held Nayya's left hand. Mother Nayya hugged her son tightly. He doesn't know what to explain. His heart was broken like a typhoon. Sick, sicker than thousands of arrows.

“Nayya's eyes Why Yah?. “ Ask Nayya panic.

Nayya's father just kept silent not knowing what to answer. He doesn't know whether to be honest or not. Even if he intended to be honest, his voice seemed to be swallowed by his stomach again. He hugged his wife and son.

“Nayya. Don't be sad. Even if you can't see, your mother will be Nayya's eyes..” Mother Nayya said sadly. Her tears fell on Nayya's cheeks as she kissed Nayya's cheeks.

Nayya felt the tears of her mother. His left hand was raised looking for his mother's face. Her hand was captured by her bundle, her mother put Nayya's hand on her cheek as if she knew what Nayya was looking for.

“Mother don't cry. Are you crying because of Nayya again?” Tannya. His eyes are looking for the moon. He stroked her wet cheeks because of her.

The mother cried holding her son's hand. With this situation, my son thought of his cries. He doesn't even care about his eyes and his condition. “Bundaa.. hiks hiks. Mother does not cry.” He said while biting his lips.

“Nayya..” Say Mother. She hugged Nayya tightly. Nayya's father felt so devastated to see her son's future. His world is falling apart. He clutched his chest tight.

Nayya did not know at all if the person who made it like this was looking at the pain he felt. He closed his eyes. It's nursing. He mentions and praises the name of God many times. Not wanting to cry does not mean that you are not fragile. He held everything with all his might. He heard the sobs of his parents that were so fragile that his heart trembled. “Down... Ayaahhh..” Said raspy.

Quickly quickly Nayya's father wiped away her tears and smiled gently. But his smile became bitter when he remembered his son was not able to give a lie or sincere smile again. Her tears selflessly asked to come back out.“What a dear...” His words were raucous, even a little dashed. He sucked the snot that blocked his breath.

“Nayya to pray. Help Nayya get Wudhu dong water. Same package Nayya mukena.” Nayya said bitterly. He really does not know what prayer? What time is it?, but with prayer, he can calm his heart. He wants to do his duty.

“Bentar yes. Mother take Water first. Dad will also take his face,,,” replied the Mother quickly. He got up from his seat and went past Habib and his family without a glance. So did Nayya's father. He went to take Mukena to Nayya.

When Nayya's parents were gone. Nayya cried in silence. she bit her lips firmly not to sob, her left hand Gripped a strong blanket. He did not want to cry in front of his parents. He must be strong, he must be strong....

Habib and his parents approached. Umi Ana holds Nayya's cheek with her thumb. “You okay?” His tyrant was gentle, his tears were unceasingly falling. He could not see Nayya who was so devoted to his parents.

Nayya moved her head. It's like looking for the source of the sound. He moved his hand to wipe away his tears. But it was detained by Umi Ana. “Mother is home? Nayya no cry kok bun.“ Nayya said trembling.

Umi Ana grimaces the pain. He bit his upper lip. “This is not your Mother. This Umi Ana.” Said raspy.

“Umi Ana who?” Ask Nayya.

But Umi Ana had not had time to answer that Nayya's mother had brought one bucket of water and a clean cloth. Her eyes flashed furiously when she saw Umi Ana stroking Nayya's cheeks. “What are you doing with my daughter. Go...” Umi Ana distanced her hand from Nayya's cheek.

“Mother is bye?” Tannya Nayya's.

Mother Nayya's face again glum looking at her daughter. “Iya darling. This mother bring water for you to pray.” Her speech. He encouraged Umi Ana to stay away, but fortunately Umi Ana was held by Kyai Abu quickly.

“You're going. I want to kill my daughter. He wants to perform Dzuhur.” prayers Bunnda Nayya's words were cold.

“Who are they mother? Are there many people here?” Nayya asked confusedly.

“There. Those who make you believe in gini, if only kill people do not go to hell, have mother kill them.”

“Delay. All that Nayya got was from Allah bun. Open from them. Nayya sick from Allah. Mother do not be angry. “ Say Nayya softly. “Ayoo, Nayya wants to pray. Who is here besides Mahrom Nayya please come out for a while ya.” Politely continues.

Habib and his parents came out of the room. Pas passed by Nayya's father, but Nayya's father wouldn't even look at them. He stepped in to see his wife had helped Nayya wudhu. He also helped Nayya wear Mukena. Nayya prayed with sleep. Mother Nayya and her father hugged their daughter who was lying weak. The mouth of the holy river in their eyes seemed to never dry 3days. their heartache was incomparable from anything in the world.