Islam Learning Fasting
69. Apologizing

Islam opened his eyes making his forehead shrivel as a light slowly burst into his vision.

Islam touched his forehead which had been protected by a cloth that was still warm like this was a compress.

Islam grimaced and then pressed him so as not to hurt. his head felt very sick as if his brain was spinning inside. Islam can also feel his hands and his whole body hurt to his bones.

Both eyes of Islam are now perfectly open. That blurry look was now completely emblazoned clearly staring at the wood-brown ceiling.

The light of the lamp seemed to hurt his eyes made Islam look towards the wall on which a calligraphy frame was plastered.

Waitaminute!

This is not his room!

Islam intends to rise from a soft mattress but his body feels pressured. Islam felt dozens of thick blankets over his body that had made him overheated.

Both eyes of Islam gnashed several times trying to see clearly the face of the man who was lying his head and grasping his fingers tightly.

The man moved his head until Islam could see the man's face. He's Akbar, his Abi. So all night he was here and his Abi was accompanying him in a room that Islam had never seen before.

Islam's eyes warmed and his chest hurt. How could his Abi still want to take care of him while he always behaves badly to his Abinya.

Islam wants to touch the head that is still wrapped in the white peci but can not, his body can not move as if it has cleaned the entire boarding school.

Islam touched his throat so dry that he could not speak.

"Islam!" panicked Akbar who immediately rose from his sleep after feeling the fingers of the hand of Islam move.

Islam could see Akbar's panicked face while touching both his shoulders.

"What's up, kid? Are you awake?" ask Akbar.

Islam silent.

"What's sick?"

"Ha-haus," answered Islam, whimpering.

Akbar hurriedly grabbed the glass filled with warm water on the table.

"Come, Son!" akbar said then he sat on the edge of the mattress and helped Islam to sit even though it did not sit perfectly.

Akbar brought the glass closer to the dry lips of Islam.

"Wait!" resist Islam then both eyes glanced towards the wall.

"What's wrong?"

"What time is it?"

"For what?"

"Islam is fasting" he replied.

"It's okay, son. You're sick, so drink up!" abugn.

Islam nodded slowly and opened his dry lips until a few sips of warm water came down through his throat.

Akbar put Islam back on the bed and then he replaced the compress that had reduced the heat from the forehead of Islam.

Islam stared sadly at Akbar's face which Islam could look at very closely.

Can he still be angry at the figure of a father who is now watching the compress he put on his forehead?

"Abi" said Islam.

Akbar's hand stopped. His face was shocked after hearing the voice of Islam.

Akbar looked at Islam whose eyes had been blocked with tears. Did he hear wrong?

"What's? What did you say?" ask Akbar.

Islam smiled as his lips trembled trying to hold back his cries that could have burst at any moment.

"What do you call me?" ask Akbar.

Islam closed his eyes and shed those tears, flowing into his ears.

"Abi" Islam said again and blew up his cries.

Akbar smiled as he wept and pulled Islam in his warm embrace.

"I'm sorry about Islam, Abi! Forgive Islam" said Islam.

Akbar nodded as his hand stroked the long hair of Islam that he had removed his hair. This time Akbar did not know what to say.

"I'm sorry about Islam, Abi! Islam has been wrong with Abi."

"Yes, Son. Abi also apologized to Islam. Islam did not get the affection of Abi because Abi never came home."

Islam is shaking.

The hug came off. Akbar's hand touched both shoulders of Islam and looked at him with a sad look.

"This hand has slapped your cheek, son. You-you can slap Abi!"

Islam is quick.

"Let's slap Abi!"

Plaques

Plaques

Akbar beat his cheek repeatedly making Islam quickly hold Akbar's wrist to stop slapping his own cheek.

"Slap Abi, son!"

"No, Abi!"

"Let's slap!" get Akbar.

Akbar pulled Akbar's wrist and slapped his own cheek using an Islamic palm that was as strong as an Islamic resistance.

Inadvertently the finger of Islam touching the white peci worn by Akbar made the peci come apart. Both rounded Islamic eyes stare in shock at the long stitches on the head that are not covered with hair.

Islam touching the stitches made Akbar surprised. He didn't realize the peci was coming off.

Akbar quickly grabbed the pot intending to wear it. He did not want Islam to see this, but Islam quickly restrained Akbar's wrist.

Akbar was silent, he could feel the fingers of the Islamic hand that went down the seams.

"Why this?" ask Islam.

Akbar shook his head trying to tell me if this former stitch is okay.

"Why this? Please tell Islam!" Look at him expectantly.

"It's okay" he answered while trying to wear the pecans but quickly Islam grabbed them and clasped them tightly .

"Please say! This is why, Abi?" ask Islam with a look that is so hopeful.

Akbar shook his head, trying to smile.

"Please tell Islam!" islam is pleading.

Akbar bit his quivering lips then took in his intermittent breath.

"When you were 12 years old, our family decided to visit home so they could meet you and Umi for Lebaran together."

"At the middle of our car trip that at that time Abi who was driving it had an accident and because of the accident Fitri lost her fetus and uterus."

Islam rounded his eyes, so this is what Umma Nur once said if Fitri will never have children because her uterus has been removed after a fall, but what really happened was not a fall but an accident.

"Akbir was furious with Abi and to atone for his guilt Abi decided to be put in prison."

"Abi was jailed for 6 years with paragraph 3 on the basis of which resulted in the death of another person and a fine of twelve million rupiah."

"None of the families will redeem Abi's prison term for 2 years."

Akbar blasts his tears in the face of Islam who can only be silent.

"That's why Abi never came home, it was all because Abi was in prison and Abi was ashamed to say this to Umi."

Akbar rubbed his cheek and tried to catch his breath.

"Abi was later released and Abi decided not to return to the boarding house in shame and decided to return home because Abi longed for Islam."

Akbar smiled as he touched the cheeks of Islam who could only fall silent.

"Abi called Umi and said she was going home but in the middle of the trip Abi was robbed."

"They wanted the bag that Abi had brought, and because Abi did not want to, they took Abi and threw a sharp weapon at Abi's head until Abi was unconscious."

"I got into a coma on Eid's day and that's why Abi can't go home."

Islam blew up his cries and immediately embraced the body of Akbar who was also crying.

"I'm sorry Abi, son," said Akbar.

"Islam also apologizes for misunderstanding Abi."

They can only cry even more to Islam who weeps with regret. If only he knew everything he might not have behaved badly to his own Abinya.

There is no father who does not care about his son, he is even very dear.

Mistakes that keep them away.

Outside the window Umma Nur closed her mouth so as not to harden her crying voice after staring happily at a Father and Son who were finally put together.

"Not crying!" whispered Abah Habib.

Umma Nur turned to look at Abah Habib whose eyes had turned red.

"It forbade Umma, but Abah himself wept."

Umma Nur laughed and then he walked away. Abah Habib laughed and rubbed his cheek with the end of his sleeve.

Who wouldn't cry like this?