Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Mother's Last Hugs

"Cha, how are you?" tanya Mommy caresses Chaca's hair.

I opened the door a little, just a little more so I could see them. I saw Chaca smile at him.

"Chaca is fine, Bun," he said, not daring to look at Mother.

A lie! Women if they say okay are just the opposite. I kept staying in my position. I hope that nothing will ruin my activities this time.

"Tell all the same Mother, do not be harbored. At least it can relieve your feelings," said Mother raised Chaca's chin to see it.

Chaca looked at meu, over time she could not hold back the tear dam anymore. He immediately pulled the clothes of Mother who was standing in front of him then cried in his arms.

As expected, you're not good Cha.

Mother rubbed her hair slowly, then sat on the bed opposite Chaca. He rubbed both cheeks belonging to Chaca who was getting thinner.

"You cry first, do you want to tell me first?" tawar Mommy holds both hands of Chaca.

Chaca let out a long sigh, both eyes as well as her nose reddened. But not to cry anymore.

"Mother." Chaca started to open her voice.

"Chaca ... all this time can only bother people around. Especially Om Gandhi, there was already a great deal of burden that I had placed on his shoulders. I keep troubling her, Bun. I felt unworthy to be with her, just the sorrow and fatigue I gave her," Chaca said in a trembling voice holding back tears.

DEG! My heart is racing very hard. Mother noticed and rubbed her hands gently. Not willing to interrupt Chaca's outpouring of heart.

"Otherwise, Mommy and Daddy are now so good. I feel very confused about all that, Bun. I'm aware of Daddy and Mommy's behavior, because it turns out I'm just another person, not a nobody. I'm used to being treated rudely by Daddy all this time, I'm used to being questioned by Mommy as well. But now? They all behave the opposite. And it's also as if I can't do anything anymore" he continued.

Chaca did not cry just looking straight ahead as if feeling tired and giving up on her condition.

Oh my God .. Why do you think like that Cha?

I leaned my body against the wall. My head looked up and closed my eyes. He took a deep breath and looked at Chaca again.

"Darling, can you pray?" tanya Mommy patted Chaca's shoulder.

Chaca looked over and smiled bitterly. "First as a child was taught the same nanny, Bun. But stepping on a teenager I never run it. Because more often spend time outside, with friends well like that Bun," he said honestly I see from his eyeballs.

"From now on, Chaca has to be diligent in running it. Never stay in. You're never alone, Cha. Remember, if there are no shoulders for you to lean on, there is still earth for you to bow down on," Mother suggested holding both Chaca's cheeks.

Chaca nodded. Then Mother taught him again with patience. Especially with that limitation. They are like mothers and children, if others see it must think there is a blood relationship.

According to my prediction, Mother was able to calm him down. Giving advice that can strengthen Chaca. Maybe all this time he was just his own sniff.

Ah I am confused to face a woman who just hides her feelings. I'm even happy if he's chatty or angry. I went back to the room, broke down my body for a while. Until I fell asleep.

***

"Gandhi, wake up sweetheart," said Mommy gently rubbed next to my cheek.

My eyes blinked, then sat down. I'm still sleepy, I'm brushing my messy hair rough.

"Mother, thank you for making Chaca feel better" I said, touching her hands.

Mother sat beside me. "Gan, often invite him to communicate to be more open. If you can marry her soon, so Chaca doesn't feel like a stranger. And one more thing, guide him to always do good. Be a backrest for him. Not always Mother is in this world," Mother's advice makes me stunned.

Mother let go of her embrace, switched to kissing my old forehead. "Mother put the sisters away. Let's get up and take a bath, we have not prayed together for a long time," said Mother breezed away.

What's wrong with Mother?

I didn't think about it that much. Hurry a shower and prepare for congregational prayer. After dressing neatly, I headed to the house of the mother's musholla which is always used for prayer also teach.

I see, Mommy put a face on Chaca who's in a wheelchair. Beautiful, she smiled at me too. Santi and the other sisters also lined up behind me.

I asked Andi one of the younger siblings of the orphanage who is now a teenager for iqomah, then I straightened out the syaf and started it. It went well at first, up to the last straw.

I heard the sobs and cries of my little brothers who called out to Mother. My heart was pounding, my concentration was almost up. My body is also shaking violently. I catch my breath and re-concentrate to finish until the greeting.

"Assalamualaikum warohmatullah." My head started to look to the right.

"Assalamualaikum warohmatullah," I continued to turn my head to the left.

"BUTTONS!"

I immediately turned my head, Chaca fell out of her chair. He crawled still with his face complete, trying to reach Mother.

"Yetoooooooooooooo!" her screams were accompanied by tears that had already flooded her cheeks. He reversed the position of Mother who was still prostrating.

"Bundaaa wake up," cried all the sisters hugged Mother.

I ran to get close to him. My body is softened as if it is not boned. Chaca hugged Mommy very tightly, and cried roaring.

"Mother wake up, open your eyes. Don't stay in Chaca Buuuun ... Vaaaaa!" chaca's voice boomed along with a heartbreaking cry.

I touched his wrist. My body trembled, my throat choked. Our pulse is no longer there. I have trouble saying. Still not desperate, I close my ears to Mother's chest.

O Allah, astagfirullahal adzim. I have been preaching a lot. Neutralized my heartbeat that was about to jump out of place.

"Innalillahi wainna ilaihiroji'un," I muttered with a trembling voice and tears that began to break into my eyes.

"Yeshaaaa!" chaca's cry was accompanied by a broken cry. So did Santi and the other sisters.

I hugged Chaca and Mommy. Chaca was still screaming hysterically, unable to accept the reality. I kissed Mother's face that looked radiant.

I opened Mukena Chaca slowly, after she took off my arms. Andi ran out and called Uncle Dul and the neighbors around. The sisters took turns to hug Mother for the last time.

I took off Mukena Mommy then she was transferred by Uncle and the neighbors. Sorrow and sadness filled the entire room.

"Mother Oom" said Chaca lirih. Her tears kept flowing until both her eyes were swollen. I hugged him tightly, his body still shaking violently.

"Prophey Dear." I can't get a lot of words out. Because I myself feel claustrophobic also hit with the departure of Mother.

It turns out that since yesterday was the last request of Mother. And today is our Mother's last embrace. O Allah, give him the best place in Your lap. Open the gates of heaven for him. He is the wingless angel whom You have sent down to this earth.

Goodbye Mother, we all love you very much. Wait for us in heaven.

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