The End of Hope
86 Eps. She's Grandmother And Yoni

Naya was in the mushola office, having finished work. She enjoys working with Bu Min there, because Min, as good as Nha, cares about Naya. When he found out that Naya was going to look at the sick, he brought some food as souvenirs to bring.

Naya had already finished the Ashar prayer first, before she visited Rasti who was sick, she called Dinda to make sure that Rasti was at her house. At that time, Naya caught something strange from Dinda's tone, which seemed to be self-limiting, not looking as happy as it used to be.

'what exactly is this? Is aunt's pain worrying?'

Naya tried to calm herself with dignity to Allah, many thought to mention His name, and said "la haula wala quwwata illa Billah" that sentence was a sentence of entertainment for her, and said "la haula wala quwwata illa Billah, nothing happens in this world except by His will.

When he came out of the mosque, Naya saw a shadow of Ares entering the prayer hall on the side of the man's door. If it is true that it is Ares, then he wants to ask something about Rasti's disease, but it turns out that the silhouette of the shadow is gone.

Naya undoes her intention to find Ares, then she goes to find a ride to Rasti's house.

On the other side Ares stared at Naya's departure with a deep sigh. He seemed relieved to have avoided it. He was worried that Naya would return sad when she saw him, so he thought it was better for her to avoid meeting Naya.

Arriving at Dinda's house, the big house looks empty, because Dinda still has not returned from her job. There was only a housekeeper who drove Naya, to Rasti's room.

Naya saw the middle-aged woman lying weakly, on the bed. She was accompanied by her husband, Hendra, who was in a wheelchair next to her. The sciatica was not severe, only his blood tension increased with the cold, making the woman need more rest.

"How are you, Auntie?" said Naya greeting them, after saying her greetings. He went in and kept the food box on the table there.

"Oh, Naya. Come here to sit down." replied Rasti with a weak voice. Naya sat down while shaking her hand, and hugged her.

"Om, fine" Hendra said as he moved the wheelchair with his hands.

"I'm out first, there's Naya here. Naya with your mom, huh?" said Hendra again, when it was outside the door of the room.

Naya nodded and smiled back at Rasti, saying, "auntie I'm sorry, just looking now. I don't know if Aunt is sick."

"Hus, what are you talking about, did you say, don't call aunty, just call mama."

"Yes, ma. Sorry."

"I mean it, same message the kids, don't tell anyone that I'm sick, I don't want to take people out."

"Mama, you should not need to feel troublesome, because people who see the sick will actually get a reward, and can pray for each other. Doesn't prayer also worship? Even looking at the sick is like seeing the face of God? So if you don't want to be seen, it's the same that you don't want to be prayed for his recovery."

"Is that so? Alhamdulillah is now gone. Do you know who my mom is sick from?"

"Naya knows from Rama, if Rama does not say, maybe Naya can not see mama, sorry... oh yes ma, Yoni is here is not?" said Naya.

"So, I was still sleeping. If the papa's busy yeah he must be tipped here, but if not busy Yoni brought to the office."

'Oh so it's still the same as it used to be huh'

"Alhamdulillah, now his father Yoni does not have to move around to work" said Naya while stomping Rasti's feet.

"Oh, that's also because Ares was forced to work with his father, told to work in his friend's company, if not, then Yoni how his school, now Yoni still difficult to find a school that matches him. Mama is old, already unable to come to work here and there" said Rasti complaining bitterly.

"Mama, sorry, I can't help, I can only pray for the best for all of us." said Naya.

"Naya.. were you __" Rasti's sentence paused because they heard Yoni's crying voice from inside her room.

"Ma, that's Yoni's voice. She's up, ma, where's the room?"

"In Ares's room, next to Dinda's." replied Rasti, the woman seemed to close her eyes again.

Naya immediately headed to the room indicated by Rasti. He saw the open door, the room was painted in a different color than the other room, the room was painted light blue which seemed masculine. The furniture in the room also impressed manly, as deliberately designed in such a way by the owner. Naya sees Yoni lying on his bed rubbing his eyes with both hands. Naya felt a little free because she thought that the owner of the room had not come home.

"Assalamualaikum..., hello dear how are you? just woke up?" naya said while hugging Yoni. The little boy widened his eyes and smiled, then wrapped his two tiny hands around Naya's neck.

"Yoni is awake. Yoni doesn't know there's Umma. Yoni did not know for a long time that Yoni had umma" Yuni said in a typical child voice, and the funny babble made Naya laugh, he is anxious to see Yoni's plain style until he pinches his padlocked cheeks.

'Oh Allah, can I be a mother to this child without being the wife of her father'

Naya and Yoni play together in the room for a while, so Yoni wants a drink. Naya also carried her to come down together. Just then he saw a pendant lying on a small table. Naya takes it and intends to put the necklace back on Yoni's neck. Yoni opened his pendulum pendant, and showed Naya a sweet face with a white hood, and another sweet face.

The little boy said, "Here, Mama's Yoni."

The pendant is in the form of a split heart, next to there is a picture of Yoni and there is a picture of his mother on the other side.

Naya furrowed her brows feeling she had seen the face of the woman that Yoni recognized as her mother but whom, she later recalled that Ares once mentioned her name was Nindy.

'Nindy, her name is Nindy, is this the same Nindy I've known, was she the Nindy who once picked up a memento until my bag was full, until she fell down that time?'

It was the face that had once crossed Naya's mind. He once knew a teenage boy who both liked the flowers. Although the photo looks different, but he remembers the way the woman hooded a little unique. Nindy likes to wear a rectangular veil that is shaped taper on the forehead.

In the past, Naya was still a teenager, and she only met Nindy a few times in a tabligh grand event at the Jami Mosque in a neighboring village.

The memorable event was when they together wanted to take some of the flowers that grew in the courtyard of the Jami mosque, because the high branches made it difficult for Naya to reach it. Their age was not too far apart, Nindy was a few years older than Naya. Nindy, who had a taller body, took flowers for Naya, by jumping, and then she fell, but she managed to get a lot of flowers for Naya, and filled her bag.

Naya sighed deeply after expelling her reverie.

"What a beauty to your mama, similarly, Yoni is also very beautiful." When they said that, they were already on the stairs.

Naya approaches and salutes him, and then Rasti introduces Naya to a woman named Mala. Until the questions about Naya came out of the lips of the woman and Naya only explained a little about the origins and also a little about the situation now.

"Oh, you're Dasima's son, Mr Budiman's wife?" the woman asked Naya, and Naya answered with a nod of her head, rubbing Yoni's hand in her lap.

"Where are your mom and dad now? You look just like Dashima."

"Mom, does Mala know my mom and dad?"

"Yes, I know the first thing about your mother likes to be a committee if there is a study, tabligh akbar in the district."

"Oh." Naya finally explained that they had moved to West Coast, Rain City, now her mother had died and her father had married another woman, and settled there.

"Then we are lucky, you lost your mother and I lost my son" Mala said.

Rasti rubbed Mala's back. They looked at each other and saw their eyes dewy.

Hearing Mala's words, Naya furrowed her eyebrows and said, 'Oh sorry ma'am, I also feel sorry for the passing of my mother's child."

"What's wrong, it was five years ago, it's lam. Oh yea. You know Nindy? That's my son who died, he used to like to come along if tabligh akbar in the district." said Mala while rubbing Yoni's head.

Yoni was silent, not tantrums as usual. The woman looks close and ordinary with Yoni, but Yoni is impressed with the woman. Yoni's reaction also made Naya frown again.

'What. Is that the Nindy I used to know? And he is dead, and that means Allah...'

Feeling that the world is so narrow, meeting itself with destiny, which is like twisting it in a round, which never ends and only death makes one's destiny, no longer applies to him, no longer applies to him, but it still applies to the people who are still living around him.

Naya then took a deep breath, even trying to hold back her tears from falling right then.

"Yes, mom I know Nindy .. " exhales slowly.

"Ah, I know you must know my son, he is his mother Raya and Yoni" Mala said later and the two middle-aged women hugged each other.

Deg. The confession even made Naya's heart that had been pounding, now her heart beat faster

'Maashaa Allah?'

Naya reacts to her emotions, hugging Yoni tightly, and kissing her face while shedding tears.

Rasti had actually told Naya about Mala, some time ago, but when Mala saw how Naya treated Yoni, she smiled and then smiled at Rasti.

Mala took out a wallet from her pocket and took a picture of a woman.

He said, "so how come you know, if we introduce Ares now, like this girl, she's still a girl, she's nice."

"Jeng Mala already knows the origin, and the background of the girl right?" said Rasti while glancing at Naya.

Naya, who was sitting on the carpet between Rasti and Mala, frowned, and looked up at the two middle-aged women, who were nearby.

'What? So Mr Ares is still being betrothed until now? Oh Allah... What should I do, I don't want this child taken care of by another woman. I want to take care of them, O God, but should I be his wife'

"Oh, if that's the case, just trust me, jeng. I've met his son in person, I value him well, soft and worthy to be the mother of children" Mala said, patting Rasti's hand.

"Then when will we meet again, jeng. Bring the boy along. I have cape ngurus Yoni." said Rasti while wiping her tears that did not feel falling on her cheek.

"Yes, as soon as possible, maybe for a week, I'm here to bring the boy" Mala said, inserting the woman's photo back into her purse.

Hearing the conversation of the two middle-aged women, Naya tried to calm her heartbeat. He keeps Yoni sitting on the carpet with his toys and food. He then stepped out while picking up a cell phone from his bag, about to call someone.

While outside the room, he saw Ares standing at the door of the house, he had just returned home. They had stood facing each other, although they were quite far away, but they had looked at each other for a moment. Then the man turned to avoid Naya. It was very desirable for Naya to call out to him, or to pat her on the shoulder, to look at him.

At once I realized that Ares' attitude like this was because of his words, because of his own actions. It was only natural that Ares avoided it. It turned out that seeing Ares leave in such a way, felt more painful than when he met and seemed to return to the past.

'God, why this, why do I feel this way. What do I call this feeling?'

Naya exits the house, she checks the place where Ares disappeared, but she does not find the man. He only saw Raya sitting on the terrace while looking at the screen of his phone. The teenage girl looked at Naya at a glance, she looked indifferent, and was again busy with her phone screen.

Raya simply greeted Naya, saying, "assalamualaikum Aunt Naya ."

Naya furrowed her brows, she was also astonished why Raya was acting the same, as if she was avoiding him.

"Raya, waalaikumsalam, how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah, good aunt." Raya again called Naya aunty. Naya approached him rubbing his head.

He then pulled out his phone and sent a message to Ares.

Naya

"Sir, do you want to know where my parents are?"

Seriate