Gannaya, My Adore
What Sins Are We?

"Cure it ... Aamiin's."

Gana washed her face with both palms open. She offered a sincere prayer for her husband's recovery. If from yesterday she always prayed together with her husband, now even though Gana is hindered, she still rests on the prayer mat for remembrance.

And he chose to do it in the room, so that Ammar would be kept out of his sight.

Gana's face looks agitated. I don't know why his heart keeps pounding.

"What's up? How, I don't feel so good?" tanyanya herself. His eyes immediately looked at Ammar who was still struggling in a blanket in the whirlpool of the bed.

"Shall I take Ammar to Mama's Hospital? Let's take care, the heat goes up and down."

Then he rose from the top of the prayer mat, stepping toward Ammar. Check again the man's body temperature with the back of his hand.

"Duh 'ok getting hot huh?" Gana's getting restless. Already thinking of a husband who never came down from a fever, and now his chest continues to pound. I don't know what's going to happen? He doesn't understand either.

But his heart kept beating uncharacteristically.

"Astagfirullahaladzim ... What's up, huh?" Gana back to. He slowly rubbed his chest. The feeling just keeps on not feeling good. "As if there's gonna be something, but what?" he tries to win hearts.

Seen Ammar wriggling. Then open your eyes unintentionally. The man smiled even though his eyelids only squinted in half because they were holding back the heat.

"Darling .." he cried spoiled. He extended his hand towards Gana's shoulder. Gana who was still standing on the lip of the bed and then crawled up even though still in a clean bandage.

"Help." great-grandson of Ammar.

Gana smiled and held her husband. Ammar hugged Gana, put his head on his wife's chest.

"I'm sick" he said slowly.

Gana nodded to calm down. "We go to the hospital, yes, in the hospital."

Ammar shakes. "I'm scared of the infusion."

Ammar is the most difficult to take medication, especially if it must be injected or infused.

"But you're still hot." added Gana.

Ammar silent. Not answering, all he needed right now was to hug and indulge with Gana. It was as if there were no more days for them to cling to each other.

"Darling ..."

"Ehm?" answer Gana with deheman. She still focused on giving a light massage on her husband's palm.

"I'm sick." said Ammar innocently like a child.

Gana laughed a little. "Yes, I know."

Yang Gana knows, his father if he is sick will indeed be spoiled to his mother. Therefore, Gana let Ammar with his effective attitude now. The good woman understood.

"I'll take off the door first, shall I?

Ammar shakes.

"Don't go, just here, hug me!"

Gana nodded again. Both of his hands locked onto Ammar's stocky body. Although his chest feels stuffy, because his body is tiny but has to hold the body of Ammar large. Not to mention his heart kept pounding, maybe Ammar felt it?

"Wanna eat?" Gana.

Ammar nodded.

"I prepare first yes" asked Gana while unraveling the decapitation, he wanted to rise up to pitch into the kitchen.

Ammar does not want to. She hugged Gana again. "No, I don't want anything. Just wanted to hug you." the man hugged her tightly. Gana's chest is getting squeezed.

"But you have to have lunch, you have to take medicine. Let it heal." Gana dyed the crowns of Ammar.

Ammar still does not. Add tightly when creeping the cloth mukena Gana on the stomach.

Gana just took a long breath. He could do nothing more, because his body was locked.

Gana grabbed a portable phone that stood upright beside a sleeping light on the nightstand.

"Yun, hotin vegetable soup. After that please anterin lunch Father to the room ya."

"You need an omelet ..." Ammar.

"Our omelet, Yun. But don't use leeks."

Ammar smiled in his eyes. He is happy because now the wife already knows her favorite food menu. Ammar opened his eyes, raised his face and kissed Gana's cheeks who was still talking on a parallel phone line.

****

"Bik, there's a package. Make Mr and Madam." said the housekeeper to Bibik who was sweeping in the doorway.

"Who are you, sir?"

The guard raises the shoulder. "Pas said to Mr and Madam, the deliveryman went right away."

Bibik nodded. "Yes" the woman grabbed a brown envelope used for people applying for jobs.

It appears that the Master and Lady are still at home in mushola after performing the Ashar congregation.

Papa put his head on Mama's lap. Mama who had taken off her face, was staring at her husband's partially whitened hair.

"Who have the nails?" ask Papa Bilmar behind his eyes. Mama's handcuffs made her feel sleepy.

Mama Alika laughs. "It's not a tick, but Mama's got another cockroach."

Papa Bilmar pinched his wife's cheek. "So much, so it's gaunt."

Husband and wife who have turned 55 years old, only so-so activities.

Aging in the mushola, eating a plate of both at the table. Massaging each other, gathering in the study with friends, and, or Papa will drive around the complex with the latest Harley Davidson motorcycle that only four months ago bought Ammar to take his wife's walk around the elite housing complex.

Papa Bilmar will always be faithful to ask permission from Maura and Ammar, if he wants to take his wife for a walk. If it is far away, they will drive. Papa is not allowed to bring a car alone, his hands have often tremored and finished the operation to install the second ring, a year ago. So they're very worried.

"Well, how come the kids don't see us?" ask Mama. The tone sounds sad.

"Patience, Mah. I'm still in Bali there is a new branch opening restaurant. If it's Adek ...." Papa thought for a moment. "Maybe busy, Mah." Papa chose to quibble, so that his wife was not grim. Deep down, he misses his son.

"Usually Adek likes to come here, or not call Mama. From yesterday it seemed like there was no news."

Do not just know them, if the son was in the phase of a change of identity. So it's been two weeks not coming home to see his parents. At the moment, Ammar has a fever. Gana deliberately did not tell them, because it would be worried. Maybe if it is treated, the big family will be notified.

Papa was silent, still listening to his wife. She missed both her children.

"I don't know why, like Mama wants the children to gather, Pah." said Mama again. She was still busy looking at the strands of her husband's hair that she said was looking for cockroaches.

Duh, what a sad voice that is. Papa's chest until rippling, the thing he dislikes the most is when his heart is complaining of sadness.

"Yes, Papa will call them. Or don't tell Gifa to bring the twins."

A flash of twinkle from Mama's eyeballs instantly scattered. She kissed her husband because she was happy.

The saddest thing at the end of the age of parents is when children are no longer visible, because they are busy with their families. And that is, before it is too late. Give our time, even if only five seconds every day for parents who can still smile at us, because if it is different nature. Sniffing his shadow was already impossible.

"Mrs ..."

Her art voice made Mama and Papa look over. Papa sat up.

"Yes, Bik?"

"There's a package for Madam and Mister." My aunt handed me the envelope.

"Where are you, Bik?"

"Says the Imron. Not knowing from the ready, who did not go right away to say for Madam and Mister."

The two cast a glance at each other.

"Papa pesen goods online again?"

The man had just ordered a moustache shaver from Thailand via a shopping app.

Papa shakes. "The shaver has arrived."

Mama nodded because she forgot.

"Yes, Bik, thank you." Mom grabbed the envelope. The aunt passed by to continue her work.

"What's the weird part, what's this package like? I want to apply for work. There's no name anymore." Papa saw the envelope was plain there was no trace of ink there.

Mama eagerly opened the hook of the rope that was coiled around the envelope. Curiosity is clearly printed on her beautiful face, even though her skin has been wrinkled around under the eyes.

Both of them stare into the envelope. Their foreheads shriveled again, when they saw some obscure photo sheets, they were seen inside.

DEG.

Mama's white palm immediately shook as her swaying eyeballs stared at what photo she was now holding. Also the same with Papa, the man who has been chirping five, refracting his eyes with a sharp turn.

"Astagfirullah, Grandpa!" maki Papa's.

"Well, how is Adek like this?" mama's tone was bitter, while wanting to cry. And before long the woman's tears shed along with her two hands that were staring at the five photos in turn.

Hicks ... Hixes.

Mama's shoulder shakes as she cries. If Papa still does not believe. He still thinks. What they see now must be a mistake.

Destroyed their hearts. Mental illness and his body. The boy who always held them. Always be devoted, soft-spoken. It even turned into a demon.

"Our son's kok like this, Pah?" Mama repeated her words with a wet face. Papa's silent. Hearing his wife's repeated questions, made his doubts piqued. In the photo is his son. The boy she misses now.

Papa termangu. His eyes turned red, his breathing was already messy. The right hand is raised to hold the left chest. Waves of lightning seemed to want to strike the bodies of the two of them.

"What are we sins, Mah? How come Adek could that be?" ask Papa in a flat tone. His eyes felt empty. Same with Mama. It seemed like he was unable to breathe longer, a sense of tightness had already shot upwards while strangling his neck.

A child who is embraced by success, intelligence and good looks. The child who is always prayed to be a righteous child, so that he can help them if they are already in the ground, just extinct, lost and knocked down.

"Well, this isn't Ammar, is it? Maybe edits?" I still wish my husband said no. The woman whined tugging at the edge of the sleeve of her husband's still-aghast shirt in disbelief.

Like a hot ball that was engulfed in flames, it just crashed into the nest of their hearts. The shadow felt dark, with an excruciating heart. The little baby he was born twenty-seven years ago has now turned into an adult and is increasingly different due to the influence of Shaiton. Just become a Devil.

"Mama!" exclaim Papa.

The man's daydream was blown away when he saw his wife's body dazed over the prayer mat. From his hands scattered pictures of Ammar holding the head of a mute, chopping organs, holding a bunch of illegal items and being with the women of the night that Ammar hired.

"Mrs ... Mah ... Mama." cried Papa. While holding his chest, he shook the body of Mama Alika who was unconscious.

****

Drrt drrt.

Gana's phone rang aloud on the nightstand. Gana who was washing her husband's body with warm water on the bed immediately turned her head.

"Just a minute."

Ammar nodded with a smile. The spoiled man was already dying after being cared for by his wife.

"Sir Gifa?" said it. When you see the name of the brother who is in front of the screen.

Ammar who was lying plain without a strand of cloth immediately sat down. He wanted to know what his brother-in-law called his wife.

"Please listen to Brother, and please calm down. You and Ammar are going to the hospital now! Our mother-in-law has a heart attack. Now it's in ICU!"

DEG.

"Honey .." call Ammar when he sees his wife pecking with the device still airing on his earlobe. Gana's eyeballs bulged, unable to blink.

"Yes Allah ... Mama .." sighed Gana, the woman's hand was limp until the phone that was still clutched immediately fell onto the floor.

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