My mother's nanny
Chapter 56

"If you're gone, don't cry, Di. My mom's dream has been achieved. You are married and have a beautiful daughter. Please, take care of the grandchild and help mom."

The middle-aged woman smiled peacefully at the side of Ardi who was sitting beside the gurney Bu Dewi lying down. Ardi wanted to speak, but his mouth was locked until he could not make a sound. Ardi's hands, feet and even body can't be moved. He wanted to prevent his mother from leaving. He does not want to be left behind by the parents who live only that.

Ardi's tongue is very mute, just move can't. He was furious over his helplessness this time. But at the end of the road there, bright by a beam of light, Ardi saw the papa. The man who was 10 years ago left himself and his mother from the world.

Madam Dewi turned her head for a moment and smiled, then she continued her steps and gathered with the father. His parents, then stepped together.

"Mama! Mama!"

Ardi was finally able to make a sound, the sweat of a grain of corn dripping from his face. Ardi's eyes looked red and circulated throughout the room. He just realized, currently waiting for the mother to undergo surgery. He saw at the end of the hallway, mbok Tini walked over.

"Mr Ardi, already magrib, pray first gih. Ask the same God, for the recovery nyonyah."

Ardi looked at the old woman whom he already considered family. Then Ardi's eyes moved to the door of the surgery room. He looked again at Tini who was standing on the other side.

"Yes, mbok. Thanks though. I went to musholla first. Mbok Tini's just here, huh?" Pinta Ardi with a pretty tired face. After he had dreamed about that scary thing.

"The strong and the quiet, sir. Ask for the best and iklas." Mbok Tini patted Ardi's arm before the son of his employer stepped away towards the mosque.

In the hospital musholla, Ardi carried out his duties solemnly and a very long prayer for the Goddess Mother. Begging that he still be given a chance to devote himself to the mother.

After performing his prayer, Ardi stepped back into the room of the mother undergoing surgery. Not to forget he gave information about the development of the mother to his wife. So that Diah is not too anxious and worried, although it is undeniable, he himself feels very anxious.

Ardi stepped foot with a calmer heart after carrying out his magrib. Ardi's regular steps, suddenly stopped to see Tini's body shaking. Mr. Joko was seen wiping the corner of his eye. Feeling that something was awkward and his premonition was too strong, Ardi ran over.

"W-What's up, mbok? Why is Tini crying?" Ardi asked a little stammered and grew increasingly agitated. Mbok Tini looked at his young master with eyes that continued to produce clear crystals.

"Mrs, mistress, sir..." Mbok Tini sniffled, "the lady is gone." His rebound after quite calming down even though his voice trembled in the middle of sobs.

Ardi pias's face for a moment. Feeling that the world had collapsed instantly heard that the mother was gone. The man took two steps back as his body was almost unsteady.

"No way," Ardi said, shaking his head, "where is the doctor in charge?"

"Doctors have just come out master, they still have to deal with Miss Goddess further." Bright sir Joko."Just then the lord prayed to the mushola, before long the doctor came out and declared if the madam was gone."

"Aaaarrrrgggg.... Mama!"

"Patient sir," Mr. Joko tried to encourage his master, "maybe the mistress is deliberately waiting for you to go home to the Khalik."

Ardi cried, the man's shoulder continued to shake slowly. Mr. Joko patted his young master's back to give strength.

"Yes, sir." Mbok Tini tried to strengthen, "nyonyah is very fond of the master, until he could not bear if the master heard himself when the master was here, so, the madam waited for the master to pray first, so that, new madam breathes her last." Tini hugged Ardi.

Ardi could only cry, he understood what Tini and Joko said. It was fitting that he had a dream like that, maybe it was the moment when the mother told him. Ardi cried until he snorted. He felt very lost, the figure of a mother whom he loved and respected.

There was the sound of the ringing of Ardi's device in the midst of the whack. With a slow motion, Ardi took his dress from the pocket of the sports jacket he was wearing.

"Diah," he muttered wiping away the tears. Ardi was only able to send a message and did not get a reply from his wife. And now, his wife's calling. Could she also have the same feeling?

"Assalamualaikum," said Ardi after adjusting his breath that had been stung by crying.

("Wa'alaikum salam, mas, how's mama doing?") Diah asked from across the street, Dilla's crying voice sounded pretty close. Looks like the girl is in the sling of the mother.

"Well fussy?" Instead of answering, Ardi questioned Dila.

("Yes, since before the magrib. Suddenly Dila was fussy and crying continuously. In love milk does not want, carried do not want, in bobokin in mattress added do not want. Diah was confused, so Dila I just carried on. Mom, how's mom?")

Hearing Diah's words, Ardi understood, it seemed, Dila knew that her grandmother had left. It is also possible that the little girl met the grandmother, therefore she became fussy. Moreover, the timing is very appropriate. No one knows.

("Mas?")

"Dee, mom..." Ardi's throat was stuck, he was even still in deep sorrow. But he also had to tell Diah as well. Ardi could not imagine how Diah would react if he knew, especially Ardi knew that Diah loved the mother sincerely.

"Mama, it doesn't exist, Diah." Ardi lirih.

There was no response from across the street, and it was enough to make Ardi worried and anxious.

"Diah?"

"Diah!"

"Diah, are you okay? You're still there, right?"

"Diah?"

("Innalilahi wa innailaihi roojiun.") Diah's voice was very soft among Dila's cries.

("Mas, did I just go there?") Diah's voice rattled and begetar,

"Not to be darling. Poor Dila, she's also fussy. You tell Mr. Sugeng just let him take care of it until the body of mama comes." Tell Ardi, even though he is not okay, he is very sad. His mind remained open and could work to instruct the worker and his wife.

("Mas, can Diah purify mom?")

This is the most emotional thing in her life, the death of her mother and Diah's request to bathe the Goddess Mother. Ardi looked up so that his tears would not drip too much.

"Can,"

There was the sound of a small sobbing in the middle of Dila's cry.

"In two hours, my mother's body will be brought to our house to be purified. You can come later. Let Dila mas take care."

("Thank you,") Diah's sobbing voice added to Ardi's heart.

At ten o'clock in the night, the body of Bu Dewi arrived at the funeral home that was already crowded with neighbors and village devices. As promised, Ardi took care of Dila, while Diah helped sanctify the mother-in-law who was very good to her and loved very much. Repeatedly Diah wiped her tears so as not to fall on the body of the Goddess Mother.

With kitmad Diah and Ardi reading love verses for loved ones, Miss Goddess. Dila who has begun to calm down and fall asleep is guarded by Tini's mbok. It was as if it was an opportunity for father and his mother to dedicate themselves for the last time.