Last Trust
Episode 1's

" hot ... "

" It's so hot.. "

Those words continue I you_kan at this time.

I'm not strong enough to stay in this heat. I opened my eyes, my hands flicked away the blanket that wrapped my tiny body, then got out of my sleep, sitting in an uncomfortable condition altogether.

"Has a matter of fact, the vacuum" Ocehku, immediately grumbled, as he spread my gaze, observing the place where I am now.

"Uhhhh. "it still feels hot." I complained again, still feeling hot, as if burning in a fire, very hot. Although I removed the blanket from my body, but still the dew stored in my body, just kept coming out through the pores of my skin.

I could not bear it, and I finally decided to get off my bed, trying to find anything that could cause air, to repel my constant sweat, again and again, and again, as if being reluctant to give me a little comfort.

Now my eyes began to guerrilla, looking for any object, which could cause air, to blow air all over my body, expelling the heat that enveloped me.

" Hahahh??? " My cry was very shocked, my eyes glared perfectly and my mouth was gaping instantly.

I was surprised when I saw my body lying limp beside me. In disbelief, I rubbed my eyes with one hand, making sure that what I see now is real.

" Astaugfirullah" the great God with all his power.

"This is.this is my body, this is my body" I said stammering,

"and me..???  " i checked myself, I pinched my cheeks, I pinched my nose, and..

"hahh... i.. I do not feel anything, do I.. is this a dream? " i was curious about what I was going through. I saw again, myself lying down, and this me.

"Why ...why am I two??" I was confused, but then my thoughts immediately led to the thing I fear most and fear every human being, the death of him.

" Oh my God.. .." Call me, my voice vibrates, my body shakes, limp, and shock, I close my mouth immediately, with my palm. Half crying while talking, until my lips quiver, half believing, but this is what I am experiencing.

"What's really happening to me right now?? " my word, until my smell says.

The tears began to fall without stopping, until it let out a lot of stuffing, he said,..

" I'm already dead.hiks...hiks..??? " bathinku. Long enough until I realized something. Something that disappointed me .

"Why is no one waiting for me in this room." my voice sounded raucous as it said. Suddenly I heard a sound, slowly the land, at first it sounded very soft, but over time it became more and more clear.

" tit. tit. tit. "the sound of the tool beside my bed. I looked at the screen, I saw the line on the screen.

"Wait, if it's a wavy line, it means I'm alive. "

I look hard, then I can draw a conclusion, the meaning of the image on the screen. I know that, because I often watch soap operas or drama films, which feature a lot of scenes in the hospital room just like I do in this room.

Slowly my sobs began to stop, my mood changed with the thing that made me happy.

I smiled while looking at that thing.

" I'm still alive." but then, I was confused and curious again.My brain kept thinking hard,

" When I'm alive, but why is my spirit out of my body?" I murmured with endless confusion.

"Maybe soon the angel of death will come to pick me up" I thought, succeeding in making my body shudder, who is not afraid of the angel of death, who is said to be a mysterious and terrible figure. honestly, I am very confused by this situation.

For a moment I deliberately set my breath, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Just to calm down, trying to accept everything with a chest.

"Didn't man's life and death have limits?, I must prepare to meet God, and take responsibility for my actions during my life in the world. "

I need my heart to surrender and be patient, to convince myself, this is the destiny of God.

I must be prepared for my short-lived destiny, I must be ready to accept the punishments I will receive later, according to my charity and sin during my life in the world..

I took a long breath, though,

" Bismillah" I said, steadying all the soul.

Now I found myself in a better mood than before, and I approached my body, which was lying on the bed in this "ICU" room, with the device in my mouth and my wrist. I looked at myself, from my long black hair, my pale white face, my blue lips. 

Again I took a deep breath, Indeed, that is the face of the person who died. I looked at the screen again, still with the wavy lines. Powerless, my forehead creased again, thinking out of curiosity and curiosity again.

Honestly, I am still curious about the device. Am I really dead, or alive?.

As if something suddenly hit me, I fell back to sleep, but then I woke up again.

I found a different thought again, my current mind is that I am a Muslim, who will always close my aura. I saw myself lying down again.

"Lho, why don't I wear a hijab, ?"   I protested my unusual appearance.

"Where is my hijab??, where do I continue to wear my hijab,?  even during sleep sometimes I forget to take off the cloth that covers my head, only when bathing and want to clean my hair, I just remember to take off my hijab. " I remember very well my habits. It felt sorry, with my act of removing my hijab, I panicked and circulated my gaze, looking for a cloth to wear myself lying down, I felt ashamed, I felt ashamed, if I don't put that hijab on my head.

I saw on the chair, there was a hijab lying neatly.I observed the hijab, while remembering it, I felt like I had seen it.

" Whose hijab is this?" 

"hijab this batik motif ...seems to have a mother? " my mummy, guessing the batik hijab neatly folded on the chair, and sure my guess was right.

I smiled for a moment, as if my heart was so relieved, I was not alone in this room, there was someone accompanying me earlier.

" i'm sure, mom's waiting for me here.

***

I went back up to the sick bed, I wanted to lie down comfortably even though it might be the last time. Again I can't stand it, the heat in the room still hasn't disappeared.

" Oh my God, it's so hot in this room" I complained again, because I couldn't stand being in this room all the time.

Unknowingly I got down and walked, swinging my legs out of the room. As soon as I felt a gust of wind hitting me, the air this morning was quite cold..

" haahhh.." I let out a long sigh, felt relieved as I stretched out my hands, and raised my head, closed my eyes, feeling the fresh air in the morning.

I felt the heat of my body had begun to dissipate, I broke my legs, intending to find my mother's whereabouts.

***

Just a few steps I swung my leg, I saw a middle-aged man, who was sitting crying bitterly, outside a VIP room, I rushed up to him, I said,

out of pity, I asked him.

" Boy why? "

The Father's face was flooded with tears, even occasionally heard his sobs.

I sat nearby, then held her shoulder, then patted her back slowly with my hand. Trying to make the father calm. But the middle-aged man was still crying, as if his sadness was eternal, hard to treat.

"Call sir, remember, everything that happens to man is the destiny of God" I said, trying to awaken, for it is not good to regret his own death, and trying to make him steadfastly accept God's decision.

"Astaugfirullahhaladzim.pak.nyebut.astaugfirullahaladzim" I tried to guide him.

"Astaugfiruallahadzim" , grateful this old man followed me , reciting the words of Dhikr.

" If I may know.., tell me sir, what happened to you? " my words, when the crying subsides.

I tried to persuade the father, to tell him about his current problem, maybe I could ease his sadness.

With a loud voice, the father began to tell stories.

"Father is still waiting for my son, son. "

" Before you go forever."

I was a little surprised, it turned out that all I met was the spirit of someone who was waiting for his death. The father looked at me for a long time, then took my hand, and led me into a luxurious classroom in this hospital.

"That's the father's wife" pointed the Father, to the woman who was crying next to the bed, where the father's body lay,  the tool that was next to him had begun to be released by several nurses in the room.

Unknowingly, it turned out that I was crying, unable to bear to witness the event, imagining that it was my father and that the woman was my mother.

Shortly after, several people came mermaids entering room , then they immediately displayed their crying expressions in a soft voice. And a man sitting beside him, trying to guide, reciting the words of tawhid to the Father who was undergoing his death.

The father's spirit then walked, leaving the room with a sad face, and I faithfully followed him behind.

" The son of the Father has not come at all, to see the situation of the Father since you came to this hospital" said the father was very sad and disappointed.

" He is the only heir of the Father"

" How will you be able to calm down in nature?" It was as if the Father wanted to cry again, but he tried hard, so that the tears would no longer come out with a long sigh.

Not long after, there was the sound of running footsteps, from the opposite direction to us.  We also looked ahead.

" That's Lutfi, son of a father. " The father chirped, half shouting, looking happy, while referring to the young man who was running towards us.   My gaze fell and focused on the young man who was running.

" That's the father?" ask me later, make sure.

" Yes my son" he answered me.

" He's a wayward father's son, who is difficult to manage, and naughty, say the boy, behaves like a brand name child, but.he's the only son of the father, later, he, after you leave, you just hang everything on him"

The father again let out a long sigh, endured his grief and tried to toughen up.

" You want what you leave behind, so that it can be managed well by him later. You also want after the father, the father can love and protect the father's wife. "tears managed to escape breaking the defense of both eyes. while crying, the father continued to speak.

"Father had been eager to advise him, before as it is today, but.the death of the Father.." There is a pause here, it feels very heavy that the Father finished his speech.

".....already precede, hyks..... hiks.."

Finally, the man told me a long story. Until a speech/Amanah, given to me.

"Son, you ask for help.please help Father, change the father's child according to what you want, so that the father can be calm there, please.!! " the word he said sounded begging with great magnitude.

I was shocked at the words of the father who asked me to help realize his last wish.

I was confused, how to answer it, I hesitated to give an answer, just silent with all the confusion.

After that, the old man smiled, and left me alone.  I saw the father's spirit, carried by two men in black robes, and flew up.

I nodded, staring at his departure.

Suddenly it was as if a strong wind was pulling me from that place. It all happened so fast, and now, I realized and found myself in the room..

My eyes were opened, I could see my mother who took a deep breath, as if happy and relieved, and then smiled at me gently, her face looked so happy, that her lips said a sentence of gratitude.

" Thank God "

***

"Mother" called me, Mother then approached and hugged me. I felt my tears wet my hair. I returned my mother's embrace, clutching her tightly, but ..my mind was troubled thinking about the incident I had just experienced.

It all felt real, the face of the Father, the people who were there, and the figure of the young man..

" Ahhh. "dizzy feeling and grunting sound, hit me now.

" silver... Son, why are you, son? " said my mother who sounded panicked about my situation.

I did not take off my hands, which kept holding and pressing my head, trying to hold back the dizziness, but thank God it slowly disappeared, and now I feel very sleepy.

***

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