My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
governess
I came back from the toilet, I saw Asyila and Maryam was no longer in the waiting chair.Maybe they went out or to the hospital cafeteria. because during the afternoon I have not been able to pay attention to them whether they have eaten or not.
this thought is still so upset that it only focuses on the mother.
I wanted to go into my mother's room, but I saw Gus hafidz sitting next to my mother.
I don't know what she's doing, but I see her head nodding as if talking to her.
'mother nanny with Ning Farah where, ko there's only Gus hafidz and mother?' my inner.
actually I wonder what the same mother Gus hafidz was talking about, because as far as I know this is the first time mother and Gus hafidz met in person.
so I paused my steps to go inside and shut the door of my mother's room.
"ukhti nur," called Gus hafidz to stop me from leaving the room
"yes Gus" I turned to face him
"where are you going? as good as anti inside, ana wants to go to musholla first, and if you can please read the letter ar-rahman on his ears to accompany his sleep to calm down"
I frowned because I felt strange about Gus hafidz's request.
but what he said was true, instead he wanted to read the Qur'an beside the mother rather than just crying over her condition. hopefully that way the health of the mother can be better, amen.
"iya Gus insyaallah"
"excuse me then, assalamualaikum"
"waalaikumsalam wr"
at first glance I saw his steps begin to disappear behind the wall.
then I went into my mother's room. I saw her eyes closed but her lips were still seen reading dhikr even though it was slow and it sounded unclear.
"nur," Maryam and Asyila came as I was about to enter the room
"assalamualaikum ma'am," I sat next to my mother stroking her head, and Maryam stood to the left of her.
mother opened her eyes with a smile that expands on her face.looks so pale and weak my mother, but I think the face of the mother even more beautiful than usual.
"mother sleeps if sleepy, let Ade bacain murotal for mother"
again, mother simply nodded weakly and then closed her eyes slowly.
but slowly he re-opened his eyes, I still kept my mother, but there was something strange about his gaze. Mother looked at me so deeply, she said, no words just a loving look directed at me.
"is my mom sick?" I asked by trying to hold back the tightness in my chest because it held back the tears that almost spilled from my eyes.
again, he just nodded and smiled at me.
"mother sleep yes, rest let spit healed. Ade here take care of mom, next to mom"
this time I could not hold back my tears in front of my mother.This heart is still weak not to see how the mother is now.
assyila approached me, then stroked my back trying to make me stronger. Then I wiped my tears and tried to strengthen this heart.
maryam and I started reading ar-rahman's letter, while Ashila sat down while listening to us teach because she happened to be in a hitch.
during the reading of the Qur'an these eyes unceasingly shed tears, while occasionally looking towards the mother who seemed to start falling asleep.
Glory be to the name of your Lord the Owner of Glory and Glory.
at the end of the verse, I close the Quran by praising the merciful and merciful name of Allah.
"like her mother was asleep"
"iya Iam, her rich calm her very sleep"
I also fixed the blanket on my mother's body, but when my hand accidentally touched my mother's feet, 'why cold' my mind.
"why nur?" asyila approached me who was fumbling through my mother's cold body.
"not shil, mother's body feels cold huh? hold oxygen mom is also rich abis or how is it?" I pointed to the oxygen my mother was using.
"just call the nurse" Maryam stood up and walked out of the room.
my feelings began to unsettle as I tried to wake my mother but there was no response.
'habunallah wani'mal vice ni'mal Maulana wani'man Nashir'
'yes Allah is the protector, the helper, if I may ask, I beg you to bring back my mother.Do not take the mother from my side.You are the best holder of destiny, the life and death of man is on your will. Then I beg you to give mother a long life, allow me to be filial to mother before you call her to return to your side, amen'
this mind is unceasingly speaking dhikr and prayer for the health of the mother, but this heart is increasingly restless because the mother still has not opened her eyes.
Maryam entered with a doctor and nurse.they began to examine the condition of the mother.me, Asyila and Maryam just look while holding hands.
"god willing, mother is not poor, anti calm yes" whispered Maryam trying to calm my heart
"de, where's his dad?" after finishing checking the doctor approached me while asking for the whereabouts of my father
"my father, come out again. Why is that?" I asked with an increasingly unsettled heart
"let's see, we've been trying our best, but of course Ade also knows that someone's dead already set__"
I looked at the nurse who was about to remove all the medical equipment attached to the mother's body, without listening to the words of the unfinished doctor I walked up to the mother's bed with a trembling body.
"mother__ mother just sleeps right? ade knew I would not miss Ade himself__ bu__ibu___ hiks" I hugged my mother's body that was already feeling cold
"ibu__ Ade please wake up__hiks" my tears getting broken I can't control
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Five days after the departure of the mother, at home still filled by relatives both from the father and from the mother. likewise, the neighbors are still coming to give do'a to mothers and families who are left behind.
"assalamualaikum,,,"
"waalaikumsalam wr"
dad got up from his seat while we were gathering after performing the tahlil for the late mother.
"masyaallah, please enter pa kiai, Miss nyai"
I who was sitting pensively with Asyila and Maryam, immediately stood up when I heard the name of Pak kiai and the mother of the nanny.
it turns out that dad, the babysitter mother, and Gus hafidz are coming. But what's the matter? do you want to pray and pray for the deceased? but isn't it right the first day mom died?. I wonder about the arrival of the nannies to my house.