Rangga's Beloved Wife
In the hospital

I walked down the hospital hallway. Looking for information about the accident to hit Rangga. From the receptionist I just found out that Rangga's accident went viral. With Adul and Eva they accompanied me to the hospital.

It was only Adul who wanted to take me to the hospital. But I refused, afraid that Mama Raya would think no-no about me. As long as we don't feel like doing, there's no need to be afraid. But I'm afraid I'm going to make my mother-in-law go back to being angry. Especially if you come to the hospital with another man. I have to keep their feelings.

I stepped foot into my husband's ward. He looked at his body lying on the hospital bed. Medical devices covered part of his body. It felt like my body was crumbling along with him, it felt that it was unfair to have to befall him. He's a good man why God gave us such a big test. I feel like half my life has been lost with Rangga.

It feels like time is reluctant to spin, every second it feels like I will not miss with him. I can only look at the plight of seeing the condition of Rangga mas.

I saw the doctor examining my husband, checking the device on his body. I feel pain when there is a needle stick sniffing into the wrist of mas Rangga.

This bad!

Laras sat next to her husband who was still lying in a hospital bed. His cry broke when he saw Rangga's body wrapped in several medical devices. Including his neck and legs in bandages.

"Mas, please wake up! no. You want to let go of missing me. Didn't you always say you miss me every time. Please wake up, mas. Don't leave me, hiks.hiks .." Laras buried her face in her husband's chest.

"This is all because of you, Laras." the voice of the highway was heard already behind Laras. "If only Oma and Rangga had not gone to your house. Maybe they are healthy now. Why, Ras! why have so many problems occurred since you entered our family? Why!"

"Mama!" Screaming someone from outside. There were streaks of anger on the face of the figure.

Footsteps approaching the middle-aged woman's body.

THE PLAAAAAAK!

A loud slap floated on Raya's pretty face. The slap that signified his patience on Raya's attitude was over. Raya stroked her cheek, feeling a pain on her face.

"Mas!"

Raya choked when her husband slapped a hard slap into her face. More poignantly her husband defended the son of his ex-girlfriend. Somehow when he saw Laras he remembered that his daughter-in-law was the first love child of her husband. Hate was even more disturbing when everything in the house was very dear to Laras.

"You're outrageous, Raya. You blame Laras. These are all fate lines from God."

"Mas, do you know why I blame Laras? Rangga and mama had an accident because they wanted to see Laras. If only they hadn't aimed for Laras' place, everything would have been fine." Raya still does not want to lose.

"But let Laras accompany her husband. Therefore, the duty of the wife is beside her husband. And you Raya, you better focus on your mama, not Rangga. Come with me!"

"Please, Mom! I will still accompany Rangga he is my son, my flesh and blood. So I still have the right to Rangga. If you want to be with Mama Gladys please, then your mother is not my mother."

Donald shook his head at his wife's words. Not long after he left Rangga's ward. Now only Laras and Raya are in the same room. Raya stored her energy to scold Laras. He focuses more on the situation of his son without caring about the presence of Laras.

"Sorry, Ma. What did the doctor say about Mas Rangga's condition?" Tanya Laras started the conversation.

"Ma, Laras can you look, Oma?" laras is still trying to communicate with his mother-in-law.

"Whatever! Why don't you say it's none of my business!" Raya is still acting tough.

The barrel checks the clock on his phone. It turned out that it was six in the afternoon, he was sure soon the Maghrib's doom. His footsteps walked towards the bathroom in the nursery.

Barrel washed his face, his hands took turns, rubbed the tip of his head, last washed his feet. The woman came out of the bathroom, for a moment she remembered not bringing her face.

"Sorry, mom. Baras can ask for help, right? mama's got no mukena? it's magrib, Laras wants to pray."

"Mushola if not mistaken near the baby's room. You go straight, there will be a right turn. There's Mushola's writing there."

"Thank you, ma."

Laras was glad his mother-in-law wanted to show him the way to Mushola. Laras kisses Mama Raya's hand and tells her to mushola.

Arriving at the mosque Laras took the mukena located on the nightstand. Then a few moments later his body was wrapped in a white cloth. There were only a few people who entered the mosque, but when one of the priests opened the prayer, some people began to fill the prayer.

Baras began to follow the verses of the Holy Quran recited by the priest. He began to focus on his worship. In her prayer she took the name of her husband and Oma Gladys for their healing.

Hadith narrated by the Muslim imam of Jabir bin Abdillah, he said that the Prophet SAW said: “Every disease must have a cure. If a drug is in accordance with his illness then he will be cured with the permission of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta’ala,” (HR Muslim).

Through prayer, a wife can convey her wishes to the Creator in the hope that what is offered will soon be fulfilled. As a sincere wife, it is appropriate to always pray for her husband regardless of his condition, especially often offering prayers for a sick husband.

And to Allah belongs whatever is in the heavens and what is in the earth, so that he may reward those who do evil to what they do. And recompense those who have done better (QS. By Najm:53:31)

The barrel sits down to take the prayer beads. Reveal the takbir for the loving and the giver. Praying for the healing of her husband and Oma-in-law.

Allhumma rabban nasi, adzhibil ba’sa. Ishefis. Antas. La syafiya illa anta syifa’an la yughadiru saqaman,”.

Meaning: “My Lord, God of men, eliminate disease. Give healing because you are a healer. No one can cure disease except You with a healing that leaves no pain,” (See Imam An-Nawawi, Al-Adzkar, Damascus: Darul Mallah, 1971 M/1391 H, page 113).

The barrel finished folding his face. She quickly left the mosque area to where her husband was. However, on the road he meets Lani who has been swamped.

"Best Class, Oma ...." Lani cries hugging Laras.

"Oma is no more."