My Imam, Surgaku
(12). His return is like the paradise of Azalea.

Azalea ran hastily down the hospital hallway to the ICU room. Behind him, Husain also ran after Azalea who was already far away with him.

In front of the ICU, Ina and Mayes sat languidly on the floor crying bitterly. While bang Rahmat sat with his face down staring blankly at the hospital floor.

"Where is mom?" tanya Azalea walked over to her two siblings.

My sister's face looked up at Azalea. His head shook a sign that he also did not know how the mother was doing.

"Then where's dad?"

Azalea's voice was raucous, her face was already wet from tears that were pouring out incessantly. Husayn as the husband immediately stood beside Azalea. Clutching a tiny body that shook due to the crying that struck.

"Dad's in the doctor's office. Talking about the state of the mother," replied Sister Mayes.

Azalea agitated. Lately he always got a dream where he was in his house with people passing by. Not until there, Azalea also saw someone who was stiffened with a long cloth covering his entire body in front of him.

Somehow Azalea's mind was always fixed that the person who was stiffened was her mother.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, no. Don't get to."

Azalea shook her head as she continued to be privileged in her heart.

"Why, baby?"

"Father, Bang,"

Although a little difficult, Azalea still gave her smile to the husband who looked worried about her.

"Relatedly? Wanna drink?"

Azalea shook her head. Under these circumstances Azalea wanted nothing, all Azalea wanted was to meet and talk to her mother.

"Mommy must be strong. You must be sure." said Husain soothing.

Azalea believes. His mother was the most powerful person for Azalea. The mother who never showed her tired face in front of her children even though her four children knew that the mother was tired. A mother who never gets angry at her child even though her four children always do wrong. All you do is counsel with a soft voice and a soothing touch. Where it is able to make his four children feel guilty and do not want to repeat his mistakes again.

People say, a mother is said to succeed in becoming a mother if the child she gave birth to when she grew up, wants to be a mother like her.

And Azalea admitted that her mother succeeded in becoming a mother, because Azalea wanted one day if God would allow her to be a mother, then Azalea would be a mother like her mother in educating her. Soft, affectionate but also firm. Not strictly intimidating, but firmly nurturing.

The door of the doctor's room opened, displaying a father figure that was seen wiping tears at the end of his eyes.

Seeing that, the grace bang walked hastily toward the father. Holding both of my shoulders with my hands shaking violently.

"How's mom doing, Dad?"

Dad's speechless. As if I didn't know what to say. Father's eyes looked at one by one his four children. When his gaze fell on Azalea who was standing on the back of her husband, Husain, the father then opened his voice.

"Aza, get in the ICU. I called Aza since then,"

Without waiting any longer, Azalea immediately rushed to open the door of the ICU room.

Silent and quiet. That's what Azalea felt as her foot stepped into the ICU room. There is only sound released by a device called an electrocardiograph. With a feeling of alarm and giddiness, Azalea approached the mother's gurney.

Azalea's steps stopped. His eyes heated up looking at the weakly lying mother with many tools on her body.

"Mother!"

Azalea's soft voice and Azalea's soft handkerchief on the mother's tapered cheeks, were able to wake the mother from her slumber.

Mother's eyes stared at the bead shade of Azalea's quivering and watery eyes.

"Aza," call mommy.

With a jerk, Azalea tried to talk to her mother.

"Mother why? Why is it like this?" azalea Lirih.

Since marriage, the mother forbade Azalea to visit their home. The mother said Azalea had to take care of her mother-in-law as a form of affection and respect for her mother-in-law. Even so, every day Azalea will always exchange news with her mother through a video call.

"Aza, listen to Mom, yeah,"

Azalea nodded.

"Whatever happens later, sincerely son. After this Azalea should be able to learn sincerely and patiently. Slow down, son, you can," said Mom with a smile.

Somehow hearing his mother's words made Azalea's heart unsettled.

"Later, if Aza and Mother are in a long distance and difficult to reach in the near future, Aza must believe that Mother is always there for Aza,"

Mother's words stopped for a moment. His hand attached to the infusion needle moved to touch Azalea's chest.

"here. I'm always in Aza's heart,"

The Azalea cry broke. His head shook with a sad look towards mother.

"Mother don't scare Aza."

Mom smiled again.

"For Aza, what is Mom?" ask mother.

There was a short pause before Azalea returned to answer mother's questions.

"Mother is like Aza's heaven. The One who loves the most after Allah and the lover of Allah. Aza does not want to lose Mother in Aza's life both in the world and in the hereafter," Azalea answered honestly.

Her weak hand rubbed Azalea's tears slowly.

"Mother, if I leave, Aza will have to come. Aza can't if there's no mother. Aza come, Mom?" pinta Aza.

Mom shakes.

"Can't. You should stay here. If you're with me, what about Husain, son. Look there, Husain's eyes look very worried and anxious looking at you."

Azalea. His eyes immediately collided with the blind eyes of Husain who stared at him from outside the glass door of the ICU room.

Azalea saw the soothing smile that Husain was throwing for her. But unfortunately Azalea could not return that smile.

Azalea turned back to look at mother.

"Aza knew that Allah would not take what Aza loved most and Aza was pleased with unless Allah had prepared a replacement for Aza. So don't be sad, son,"

"Aza should promise Mom yes, Aza should be happy after this. Never be sad. If Aza is sad, I must be sad." ask mom.

Azalea fell silent. It was hard to promise her mother.

"Aza," call mom.

With a quivering voice, Azalea looked at the mother who was staring at her, "Mom's promise market. After this Aza will try to keep happy,"

"Can Aza hug Mom?" pinta mother.

"Can."

Azalea hugged the body of the mother who fell asleep limp on the sickly bed. Gently rubbing the head of the mother wrapped in a veil.

For five minutes, Azalea hugged her mother without making a sound.

"Dear mother Aza, sister Ina, sister Mayes, and also bang Grace. Until whenever the four of you will be Mother's favorite child even though Mother is no longer with you in the world," said the mother arrived - arrived.

Azalea's crying. His hands were unceasing - gently stroking the mother's head while praying for God to give her a longer time together with her mother.

After a few seconds of silence, my mother spoke again. But the sentence this time was able to make Azalea's heart scream bitterly heard it.

"Laa Ilaha Illallah."

The word tawhid was so smoothly spoken on the lips of the mother.

Exactly at 06.00 WIB, the least Azalea wants to happen. The electrocardiograph, which had been sounding regularly, now sounded loud. Azalea stared down where she was leaning against her chest.

Azalea's tears flowed more profusely than before. His lips he bit firmly resisted the stuffing that would escape.

Now in front of Azalea, the mother who had always displayed a smiling face and happy eyes, fell asleep peacefully with her happy smile. It is as if there is no burden that he carries when he faces the Divine.

With trembling hands, Azalea placed her mother's head with heart and tenderness on the pillow. Not to forget for the last time Azalea kissed the old mother's forehead before covering the mother's face with a hospital blanket.

Azalea walked out of the gurney along with the doctors and nurses who had rushed in.

The door that was originally tightly closed, Azalea pushed with all her remaining energy.

Father, Grace bang, sister Mayes, sister Ina and Husain were already standing at the door waiting for Azalea to come out.

Azalea stood silently before the five members of her family. But a second later, his body collapsed on the cold floor of the hospital.

"The place!" they all shouted in panic.

Husayn set his feet in wide strides toward Azalea.

"Aza, what's wrong?" tanya bang Mercy.

Azalea. He wanted to talk but was unable.

But when he found Husain's hand, Azalea seemed to be given the strength to speak to all members of his family.

"Mom, I have come home to where I should be, Bang." Azalea replied a little loudly so that they would all hear Azalea's words.

The bodies of sister Mayes and sister Ina immediately softened when they heard the words that came out of the lips of Azalea. Fortunately, both of their husbands were quick to support their bodies.

While the father and bang Rahmat just fell silent staring at the glass that displays the nurses who are releasing all life support devices stuck in the body of the mother.

ICU room door opens again. This time it features the figure of a doctor who treats the mother during illness.

"I'm sorry, the hospital has done everything possible. But everything happens by God's will. Exactly on January 7 at 06.00 WIB, Ny. Threea is dead."

Azalea squeezed hard into Husain's hand which she held.

"All you have to know is that you are happy to be by God's side. Although it is difficult, but you must be sincere and patient in accepting the reality that we are all facing." said Husain, kissing the head of Azalea. Wishing he could strengthen Azalea who looked fragile and like there was no spirit to live.

"You must remember that your brother is always by your side. Brother will love you with your whole life like you swore to Mom after you do kabul."

Is correct. What her husband said was entirely true. Azalea had indeed lost her most beloved mother. But she still had her husband who would give her love just as her mother gave her love.

At least if the mother who became like the Azalea heaven all this time had returned to the bosom of the Divine, there would still be Husayn who would become like the Azalea heaven after this.

One more thing, they say, he must be sincere. But, sincere is a lie, the truth is forced to get used to it.

- To Be Continue