MU'ADZ
FIFTY SEVEN

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After calming down for a moment at the hospital mosque, Mu'adz now returned to the room, where his wife's body was. Losing two very important people in his life made him lose some of his soul, now just a flat and sad look there. Although there were no more tears, but far from the bottom of his heart, he still cried.

Complaining to the Rabb made him much calmer. Opening the ER door, his gaze was directly on his late wife's body. His heart rumbled again accompanied by his two eyes that began to heat up. Mu'adz exhaled slowly. He must be strong.

"Every living person will feel dead. We will test you with evil and kindness as trials. And you will be returned only to us."

"The ambulance is ready. Mase tumut Bunda nopo muttered an ambulance?" Mu'adz, who was looking at the peaceful face of his wife, turned to look at Mother who was at the door.

"Mouthed by the ambulance" he replied, then his gaze turned again to look at his wife's face. His hand stretched out gently stroked his wife's face.

"Ngggeh mpun, Mother of riyen. Mase is sure strong. Al-fatihah e Mase, my dear supe." He just nodded, obeying Mother's words.

Slowly his face approached his wife. Peeping his wife's long forehead then switch to pecking his wife's distended stomach. They really left him. His two eyes were getting hotter, he looked up at his face. I don't want her to cry anymore. If he kept crying, he could not get close to his late wife and son for the last time.

"Nduk e kaleh dedek, benjeng after Mase ngggeh. Lek took his time," he whispered right in his wife's ear.

Yesterday, he was still carrying his wife's body with his bare hands. Now then? the empty hand was replaced with his shoulder, clad in an iron coffin. Entering the ambulance, his heart continued to speak the word tawhid. He kept staring at his wife's face.

Ambulances accompanied the return trip this time. He remembered when one night, his young pregnant wife took him around riding a motorcycle without purpose. Though it was almost midnight, with the state of the streets were already deserted.

"Mboten want nopo ngunu?" he asked by looking at the rearview mirror, seeing his wife's face in the night wind.

Ameera shook her head. "Mboten Mase, pingin mawon streets," his wife replied in a slightly loud voice.

"Duh! dedek niki nyuwunane. Ngejak touring bengi-bengi," his grunts made Ameera laugh.

"Touring teng poro Kyai kane to Mase. Why deck? Baba niki pripun to." This time it was him who laughed.

"Save by the way, Buna kaleh dedek ready?" ask her a little bit backwards.

"Ready Baba, "enthusiastic wife.

"Bissmilbornrahmanirrahim's. Wiu.. wiu.. wiu... thot..." he said loudly. "Getting aside, Buna kaleh dedek thimble touring. Wiu.. wiu. His wife who was behind laughed.

"Wiu. wiu. Kersane angsal barokah cepet. Wiu.. wiu.. yu... thot.... thot..." He deliberately drives with a zigzag.

Recalling that night, subconsciously both corners slightly raised thin even though his gaze was still sad. This time, our trip was really accompanied by the sound of an ambulance. Not touring anymore, but completing his last responsibilities as a husband.

The ambulance stopped, looking around there were already many pilgrims present. The back door opened, he swiftly descended and carried the coffin where his wife was. Santri was also a lot of people who fought to be shouldered. A lot of rubbing on his shoulder, he just nodded with a bitter smile.

His wife's body goes into the ndalem and is directly handled by Mother. While he walked lethargic towards the room he occupied with his wife last night. Before entering the room, his steps came to a halt due to someone's call. He turned around, his gaze falling on the person in the wheelchair.

Nduk Shahla's. So confused, he forgot that his wife yesterday with Nduk Shahla was both in an accident. Looking at Nduk Shahla who was already crying, he smiled bitterly.

"Damor, sepuntene. Shahla mboten saget protects Ameera" he said.

His eyes also started to heat up again. "Mboten nopo-nopo Nduk. Qadarullah. Nggeh ppun, Mase did not mlebu riyen ngggeh," she replied with a bitter smile.

His hand opened the door of the room. Perfumed fragrant bushes belong to his wife. Slowly his hand closed the door. Then he approached the bed where his wife usually slept.

The more his heart tried to be strong, the more unbearable his tears were to escape. Sit on the edge of the bed by covering his face with the palm of his hand. The trail of his wife still feels here.

The sofa near the window where his wife usually memuroja'ah memoran, a hairy carpet that is usually a place to pray his wife, a dressing table where his wife usually comb her hair. Everything is still clearly felt. His presence is still very pronounced in this room.

Slowly he laid his head on the pillow of his late wife. The distinctive fragrance of his wife's shampoo is still attached to the pillow. It was so soothing that I don't know when he started sleeping.

"ASAGHFIRULLAH, ALLAHUROBBI! TANGI MAS'S! THE DEDEK AJENGE MEDAL NIKO LO. IT'S EVEN GOOD WITH TILEM. MASE, SUBHANALLAH, ASTAGHFIRULLAH!"

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Well loh! how'sthis?

Don't protest

Don't prance

Jangn gripped her chest too nggeh?

Haha...

Don't flinch from lo kaleh kulo.

See you at the ending?