CUTS
The Prayer of the Old...

This calmness is only for a moment. The higher-ups still retained their own egos. The political situation in the center is increasingly volatile with the impeachment of the president. Student demonstration in Uusat further complicates decision making for Aceh. Meanwhile, the patience of the rebels in Aceh is also dwindling. As a result, the sound of weapons again sounded in Aceh. The night screams again broke the silence. No one dares to come out to help, only the angel of life who is ready according to the destiny that has been set for the death of a man.

The TNI truck again came under attack on the road to a sub-district in just over a week to six months. The time agreed by both parties to decide how the fate of Aceh in the future. The political game from the center began to be suspected by the top of the Aceh rebellion so that the news quickly spread among the rebels. This triggered their anger so that the attack for the sake of the attack occurred again. Those who fight risk their lives as if there is no price in the eyes of the country's leaders. Their sense of reason is ridden by political elements that can make them close their eyes with the many lives that are victims of war in this area.

Even after the mass action six months ago, now the attention of the world is back to Aceh. Where the battle this time is quite difficult until the central side must field a plane to attack from above. Destroyed, flattened to the ground, whatever was hit from the air no one survived. Both people and buildings or gardens.

The inauguration of the vice president to become president after the impeachment of the previous president further worsened the condition of Aceh. The newly appointed president has openly called for war on the rebels. The number of soldiers sent to Aceh is increasing. Attacks for the sake of re-attack occurred in various regions in Aceh. Should people be silent? How many more tears flow from every woman whose child dies and her husband leaves without returning?

The news of the death of a journalist who had been held hostage by the rebels became a major topic in various newspapers and television screens. A senior journalist from a private TV station in the capital died in fierce fighting. Meanwhile, his partner is still with the rebels. All eyes were on the news. How can they forget the figure who is often berwarahiri from one post to another. A figure who was so brave to go through the dense forest to meet the rebel leaders.

The body of the late Bang Siregar who had met with Cut will be flown to Jakarta. Cut looked at the front page of the newspaper located in front of him without a word. Cut stared in silence. It had been seven days for Razi to leave and all he did was sit quietly in his room. His gaze was empty, his face was tired by crying, his lips were dry.

Seven days passed but he was reluctant to get out of the shophouse. Abu and Umi could not do much. Abu could not tell his problem to his sister because the condition of Mr. Cek Amir's family was also grieving. Compared to Cut's problem, their family is much sadder to remember their son who died from being shot by an unknown person.

For seven days Abu and Umi went back to their home. Helping what can and by being forced to leave Cut. He was always silent when invited to the house of Pak Aceh Amir made Abu and Umi surrender. Only Mae and Rendra accompany Cut.

He doesn't even care about Rendra. Every time Rendra invited him to play or asked for a sling he always ignored. He dissolves in grief and his silence becomes a healer.

“How is Cut?” ask Mr. Cek Amir shortly after the tahlilan is completed.

“Good. Sorry, Mir. Cut can't come here. Brother has invited her over and over but she keeps quiet in her room.”

“Already, Bang. Its alright. Perhaps he was not ready to accept Razi's sudden departure. We all are not ready but the way we accept may vary.” Abu could only sigh that felt heavy.

To be honest, Abu was worried about seeing his daughter's condition. But he refused to tell me further.

the days passed without feeling it had been a month for Razi to leave. Clouds of grief like reluctant to move from every occupant of the house. Mak Cek Siti is still at home. It was like he refused to leave the house. Intan and Faris also never again went to the pool or to the city park as usual. They come out only when the rest of school they will sit quietly at home.

Life must go on. That's what Mr. Cek Amir is. He returned to running his new business he reopened after the disaster that hit him. His face was not as radiant as before. A stroke of sadness was clearly drawn on his face. The atmosphere of the house that changed further added a livability in the eyes of Mr. Cek Amir.

“Don't leave it that way, Sir, Buk. He should be examined by someone who is an expert in the field of psychology. Sorry for offending Mom and Dad. I don't mean to say Cut's crazy. We also do not expect it to happen but Cut still must get the right handling so that it is not too late. This is all for the good of Cut himself.” said one of the social office employees.

“Look, when do you have time for Mom and Dad? Let me accompany you there.” he continued.

“Tomorrow morning only, how?” ask Abu.

“Good. Tomorrow I come again let us both go there.”

Abu and Umi finally felt a little relieved after getting input from office employees where Cut worked. During this time, Abu and Umi harbored their own anxiety about the condition of the princess who had been thought to be only a momentary change. Over time the change did not go away and even worse. Cut has rarely bathed and no longer do prayers.

He no longer answered what his parents had asked him. He didn't even say a word to anyone. Teenage friends of the mosque who come to visit him must also swallow the bitter pill because it is ignored.

No more cheerful Cuts. His sweet smile and friendly nature had gone hand in hand with Razi's departure. At night, she would cry alone. It was not uncommon for Umi and Abi to hear him crying but they could only be quiet. At times Umi's right hand wiped her tears and Umi's left hand wiped the tears on her own face.

Abu himself wept in prayer. In the third of the night, as Cut cried in his sleep, Abu also cried on the prayer mat. His heart was broken but he held it for the sake of strengthening his wife.

 “Yes Allah, strengthen your servants, wives and sons. All kinds of trials that You give may be a field of charity for us. Servant leave the life of the servant family to You. You are the all-knowing and the all-giving of all prayers.”

On the other hand, the mother who was hugging her child also never stopped praying in the heart. The child she was nine months born with, she nursed with all her love for two years. The child he raised attentively now turned into an undead.

“Yes Allah. So many and heavy trials faced by the servant daughter. Give him strength so that his mind is strong to face all this. O Allah, protect him from all diseases. Give him back as he was. O God, to You we ask for help. Only to You do we surrender. Heal the daughter of the servant, give her a beautiful life. Eliminate all the bad memories of the past. Give him happiness in this world. O Allah, grant the request of the servant.”

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