Last Trust
Chapter 2

My body was still limp when my mother brought me home. But my face was not as pale as it was three days ago, the Typus pain that I was experiencing left me lying in the hospital, and was in a coma. My memory of what happened at the hospital, it's still being recorded. The old man never stopped yelling at me at his request. I was confused, I did not dare to tell anyone, let alone my own mother. To this day, precisely during the day.

My body already feels fresh, because the warm water I use to wash it, my hair is no longer tangled, and the smell of my favorite fruits sticks to it.

After lunch with chicken porridge that I prepared earlier, it felt like my energy was starting to recover. And I hate it when my mom tells me to take the medicine she brought from the hospital, but what can I do, for my recovery I still take it, even though my stomach is bloated afterwards, he said, because of the water I put in so much that the medicine I don't spit out anymore.

The terrace is my favorite place when I get bored. Mom hasn't let me go to college, 'cause I'm an obedient kid, and I'm following her.

"Assalamualaikum "

The cheerful voice of the children delighted me, and my smile was engraved to welcome their arrival. Honestly, I miss them too, my protege in Mushola.

" haalaikumussalam"

Then they shook my hands and hugged me, my body warmed with their arms covering my surroundings, because they were simultaneously holding me, so my breath was a little tight.

" Kak hyla.., we miss big sister. "said risa one of my students.

" sister misses you too". "I replied.

" when are you going to teach us again?"

Inspiration to keep our conversation going.

" God willing, as soon as you do ngajar njai again, pray brother yes, let it heal quickly! " return.

Then they let go of the embrace. And sit down around my position. Then my mother came to bring me a warm cup of tea, and a small meal to serve on the table, after which the boy experienced it.

***

Day seven.

That afternoon I intended to go to college, pursue the courses that were left behind. Fortunately, my teacher wouldn't mind lending me the book. Until I can record the lessons I left behind for a week yesterday.

And I also started to go to the mosque in the afternoon, after coming home from school to teach.

Until the night on the seventh day. The old man came to me in a dream, asking me to return, to fulfill his request. With a sweat that was as big as a corn seed, I woke up instantly. It was scary, for God's sake, it was the first time I'd ever been met by a dead person, and given trust.

For that, I decided to do the sunnah prayer at night, and asked for guidance from God.

***

I was determined to see my guidance teacher, to ask about the events I had experienced last night. He told me to carry out the trust of the old man who met me in a dream. Until finally, I had to go to the hospital where I was being treated, and ask the receptionist the address of the father's house that was in my dream last night.

A row of housing in the elite area made me hesitate to step foot. It made the "duck" of my motorbike, I parked in front of the gate, then I walked towards the security guard post that was still in repair.

"Who are you looking for? "

The voice that arrived surprised me, making my heart almost fall instantly.

I turned my head, and found a person with a fertile body using his uniform and set of attributes. Then the fertile man approached me, and scrutinized my appearance seriously.

" Where are you going? "

Ask again.

"Emmm, I'm sorry Mr. Security, I want to ask you this address"

While I handed him a small book I wrote down the address I got from the hospital receptionist.

" Oh, Siska's house??"

The security guard apparently knew, and knew the address I was pointing at. Then he walked, and was now busy opening an iron crossbar that was usually also used to close the railroad cross.

With the "duck" I entered the area, and thanked the security guard, for helping me show you one of the houses I was referring to.

I stopped at a very large house, the courtyard was spacious, if in more detail, there were many rooms lined up next to it. And the house is two-story. I looked at everything that was in front of my eyes.

"Goddessa.."

Suddenly my lips muttered. Admire what I see now.

I have no courage to visit this magnificent house. I'm stumped...

" Do I just go home, okay..?? " my heart is in my heart.

Then I got down from the" duck", and checked in through the gate fence of the house.

"it looks like it's in a lot?"

I hit myself in the face for the spontaneous "stupid" feeling I got.

" Truely Ela, khan is still a sad atmosphere, the pantesan many people visit to defend condolences. "

"Good opportunity to find excuses"

" yess"

Be thankful for me, for having a reason for me to visit you and for the purpose I have put in my mind.

The gate was open, and perhaps on purpose, saw the atmosphere still in mourning.

Without a doubt I entered the courtyard of the mansion, after which left the "duck" I had locked the handlebar, outside.

I drew my lust in, and breathed it out slowly.

Then I went into the house, which happened to be where there were still people visiting.

"Assalamualaikum "

"Waalaikumsalam warohmatuahiwabarokatuh"

Reply to everyone who was inside the house and was sitting on a thick and soft carpet.

"Please enter"

The words of the woman I knew in the hospital a few days ago. A graceful and meek woman, and very elegant because of her appearance.

" God" I'm fascinated with a glance now.

Then the mother greeted me, and told me to sit on the carpet with a small line of food in front of her. Before long the mother took a glass of water and put it in front of me.

" Please drink. "gag it to me.

" Let's know I'm thirsty"

I said in my heart.

'Alhamdulillah "

I said after drinking the glass.

" We went home first Miss Siska, "a woman hugged Siska's mother.

" The strong, ma'am..!!"

The words he said in his arms.

" Thank you" Siska replied.

Then the party left us, now there was only me who was visiting.

I spoke of my intention when we faced each other later. But I was still doubtful and confused, if I told you what I was going through, whether this mother would believe me. Because it sounds mystical but I experienced it. With a little hesitation I began the conversation.

"I'm Hila ma'am." I introduced myself.

" Emmm." I started to feel nervous. I sighed, and tried to choose the right words to explain it.

"Bismillah" said my heart to ward off nervousness.

" I'm sorry ma'am, I mean my arrival, to defend condolences, and also...I want to express the trust I received from my father...?? "

My words were broken, and I forgot the name of the father who had died, but the receptionist had told him.

"Sorry before, um.., if you can know whose name is Father? "

The mother smiled, answering..

"Father Burhanudin.. "

My face immediately flushed with embarrassment, and it could have been that this mother would have thought I was lying.

" Oh yes, Mr. Burhanudin. "I said with a stiff smile, I felt like a fool. I was embarrassed and tried not to be ashamed.

"Father Burhan, while in the hospital once asked me to grant his last request ma'am, "my words began to explain, I deliberately made up here and there for this mother to believe, I had to do, I did, because if I tell you the truth, maybe even this mother thinks I'm making it up - something happened.

Thank God this mother wants to believe my story and even now looks sad.

"But earlier sorry, not that I want to interfere in the affairs of the mother's household, but I just want to finish my father's mandate to me. "

Obviously I'm at length, to Siska's mother.

" hiks. .. hiks.. hiks.."

The sound of crying bu Siska finally split after my maxduku delivery.

I got confused about how else, I didn't mean to make her sad.

" I'm sorry ma'am, it's not meant to make you sad like this. "I said, now feeling uncomfortable.

The atmosphere became silent, only the sound of sobs crying Siska's mother. I deliberately kept quiet, waiting until Siska's mother stopped crying

"Indeed, son of Ela, the son of the mother really has become a heavy burden for the father while he was still alive, because the expectations of the father are very large to him, because the father is very big to him, but the mother is also confused what to do and how, the mother has not been able to make the child obey and obey us. "

The woman in front of me started to tell me about her only son. I began to understand from the story that I heard directly, touched to want to help him realize his expectations.

"If Ela's son is willing and doesn't mind helping to get our son to emigrate, I'm very happy"

I nodded slowly, but honestly my heart still hesitated.

" God willing, I'll think back"

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