This blog in hiatus for a reason, it just take a gut to write this.
Never cross my mind that I’d write something about this…. at least at this age.
I thought, If I do, I’d be in my mid 50 ..busy with my grownup kids and stuffs, preparing their graduation or even wedding…
Understand that “Tiap-tiap yang bernyawa pasti akan merasakan mati” (QS. 3 : 185). No one can tell their time
Apparently, last Ramadhan was …bad. First, I forgot to switch my working hour so I could go home at 4.30 pm. (my) Office hour dismiss an hour later that I couldn’t do ifthoor with my children. It wasn’t that bad actually, but my mom was hospitalized on second day of Ramadhan and dad looked after her. Left my kids and bibi at parent’s house just the three of them. Thinking that they had their ifthor just the two of them broke my heart.
the nightmare began. Within a week, my mom’s health getting worse. Not getting any better, the (team) of doctors discharged her and we prepared home treatment. Just to make the story short, shortly after she came back, her condition was at its worst. our world turn upside down….I don’t want to remember those horrible days….
There come the day
Ramadhan 28th, 1435 H , July 26th, 2014
In the morning, her blood pressure dropped significantly, we called brother to be home ASAP at about 2.3o pm, she took her last breath…Innalilahi wa’innalilahi rojiun…terputuslah salah satu Ridha Allah di dunia untukku (and my sibblings).
Dan lalu gw merasa dunia gw semakin gelap….
Mama pergi ditungguin seluruh keluarga, bahkan besan, ipar-ipar adek gw, spouse mereka dan teman-teman terbaiknya….
It was Saturday, many of my parents friends, relatives, ex colleague came to visit mom, one even said “Tante mau jenguk, bukan mau ngelayat”
Almh di makamkan keesokan harinya…
Waktu jasadnya di letakkan menghadap tanah dan liat mulai ditutup dengan tanah, my son said “Da Da Oma…”
I cried even harder, that was the time I realized I will never see my mother again.
Gw rasanya pengen loncat dan menemani blio disana…yes, I was crazy…
Dan (tentunya) datanglah penyesalan itu..
I could remember when dad took me to train station he said “Mom is sick, dikuati-kuatin aja badannya” I wasn’t really paid attention to it. I didn’t spent much time with her.
Mom had a green thumb, waktu gw bersihin tamannya gw nyesel ngga pernah sama-sama ngurus tanamannya.
Whenever I had my morning run that started for my parent’s house, mom already in her garden. When I got home, she still there. Or when I prepared food for my kids, I realized I never know her rendang’s recipes.
When I sit in living room, I still expect her coming out from the door across the room.
When I came to musholla, I usually found mom either sholat or ngaji or just read a book. Whenever I come to Mushola, I still expecting to see her there.
Even when I had my lunch at the office, I realized I’d never say “mama (saya) lah yang masak…” again.
A picture popping up. May last year, my brother and I were about to send my parents and my daughter to airport to for their umroh trip.
She asked me “kakak cuti?” I said yes and asked why. She answered “kalo ngga cuti mama mau masakin buat bekal kakak ke kantor”
Mom ALWAYS stand up for me no matter what, but I never really there for her. Not even a second in her life that I made her proud 😦
Sampe sekarang gw masih ngerasa mama pergi umroh, 4-5 hari lagi balik. Masih kayak mimpi. well, off course she’s not and unfortunately it’s not a dream.
As everybody said, life must go on (and I know, it would be very very hard for me). I cry almost everytime.
Three days after she left, I had my morning run…I thought I’d be ok, I cried in km 2 or sumthing. Nangis dan teriak-teriak sendirian di jalan to let my sadness go. I hate the term “lari dari kenyataan”, but I did on that day and the next day. I kept myself busy, exercised and stuff biar malamnya gw capek dan langsung tidur. Berharap mimpi ketemu mama. Now I know what Yasmin feels 😦
As I was waiting for magrib at Mushola kantor and recited verses, a colleague, yang biasanya negurnya cuma basa-basi saw me and telling a story about her late brother. At the end she said “bisa jadi adek saya dan ibu kamu justru lebih bahagia sekarang, daripada kita di dunia”.
I agree. No one can tell.
well, adieu mama. As your grand daughter said “she’s not leaving, she’s coming home, bun.”
Semoga nanti kita bertemu lagi, mama. We miss you…
PS : terima kasih buat teman-teman/kerabat/handai taulan yang mendoakan bahkan menyempatkan waktunya untuk datang dari mama sakit, melayat,menyolatkan sampai ada yang ke pemakaman. We can’t thank you enough.