Merely Winnowing
Letter Piece

Luna then picks up a phone call from Arka.

[Hello Archa.]

[Hello Mba Luna.]

[Yes why Arka? Why do you call me at night like this?]

[Mama Mba, Mama's condition is deteriorating.]

[What? Mama's condition worsens?]

[Yes Mba, I'm sorry mba. I forgot to tell you that in recent months my mother has diabetes, and the wound in her stomach is difficult to heal because of diabetes mama.]

[So my mom has diabetes?]

[Yes mba.]

[Good!] Luna was shocked to hear Arka's words.

[Arka, this is very scary.]

[Yes, I just remembered. I'm sorry that's why I called Mba Luna so that Mbak Luna can come to see mom as soon as possible, especially now that there is an infection in the wound because the stitch wound was torn.]

[Jeez, then I'll go to the hospital now.]

[Yes Mba.] answered Arka.

"What's Luna?" ask Devano.

"Devano, it turns out that my mom has diabetes."

"What's diabetes?"

"Yes Devano."

"It's scary, Luna. Isn't the wound in diabetics very difficult to heal?"

"Yes Devano that's why I'm so worried about Mama. How about we go to the hospital now?"

"Let's go to the hospital now!" answer Devano. They then get ready to go to the hospital to see Rahma.

***

The three policemen who were carrying Dea appeared to flip Dea's body.

"Don't you just shoot him in the leg? Why did he become like this? Why did he faint like this?"

"Maybe because of the heart disease suffered by him, didn't he just say that he had heart disease?"

"Oh yeah you're right, maybe it's heart disease" one of the police said.

"In that case, we'll take her to the hospital before she gets worse."

The three policemen took Dea to the hospital. Moments later, the police arrived at the hospital and contacted Arka.

[Hello Mr. Arka.]

[What's wrong, sir?]

[It's about your sister, Dea. He is currently in the hospital.]

[What? Is Dea in the hospital?]

[Yes, what's the matter, Police Officer?]

[So he tried to escape and we shot him in the leg. But somehow he suddenly fainted may be the effect of heart disease suffered.]

"Arka, what's really going on?"

"Mama, Dea tried to escape, so the police had to shoot her in the leg. But maybe because he had heart disease, so he was unconscious."

"Dea is unconscious?" said Rahma softly with the roar of breath that was so stingy.

"Yes ma, and he is currently in the emergency room" replied Arka.

"Mama wants to meet Dea," said Rahma so softly. His breathing now began to weaken and irregular.

"But my mother's condition is very unlikely, just look at the state of your mother like this."

"It's okay" he said slowly as if without energy.

Seeing Rahma, Arka also felt pity. He then came out of Rahma's treatment room to ask for help from the nurse in order to bring Rahma to the emergency room.

A nurse pushed Rahma's gurney into the emergency room. The safe was then placed next to Dea's gurney, which appeared to be unconscious.

Rahma then looked at Dea's body from head to toe while shedding her tears.

'My dear daughter, whatever I've done to you, believe me that I love you so much. Whatever I've done to you is for your own good. Never doubt my love for you, Rahma's inner self while shedding her tears.

Suddenly Rahma could no longer endure the pain in her stomach, she then looked at Arka as if giving a code for her son to come closer to her. Arka then approached Rahma and held her hand.

"What's wrong Ma? What did your mom want to say?"

Right at that moment Luna also arrived at the emergency room. Luna then approached Rahma. Rahma's face looked so pale, cold sweat came out from all over her body. While his hands look so shaky in Arka's grasp.

Rahma then looked at Luna with a glaring look. "Sorry" said Rahma Lirih.

He then looked at Arka while holding his left chest and uttered a name, Dea.

After that, Rahma's eyes closed, the roar of her breath was no longer heard, the body was now frozen.

"Mama!" yelled Arka and Luna.

***

I don't know how long Dea was asleep, when she opened her eyes, she felt pain in her left chest and legs. Faintly, he looked at Arka who was now sitting beside him.

"You awake, brother?" ask Arka. The look on his sister's face looked so sad. Dea nodded, and it felt like her left chest was hurting, but she didn't know what was happening.

"Why does my left chest hurt so much? Didn't the cop shoot me in the foot? Why is my left chest hurting?"

"That's because you just had a heart transplant, sister."

"What's? Heart transplant surgery? Who donated his heart to me?"

Arka could not answer Dea's question, only tears came out of the corner of her eyes. He then gave Dea a letter.

Madiun, October 20, 2002.

A date I will always remember in my life, when I gave birth to my little angel. Such a beautiful and beautiful little angel in my eyes. However, in addition to happiness I also have to feel sadness because it turns out my daughter is not like other babies. It felt like my heart was so raging, no matter what, I would indeed accept it, but what about my husband? I was so confused as to what to do. I love my daughter so much, but what about my husband? I feel like I'd just die if I imagined my husband who couldn't love my daughter. Then what about the medical expenses I can't bear?

Then, when an opportunity came, I did not think clearly because what I thought at that time was to save my daughter, so that my daughter could survive. I also don't want my daughter to live in a depressed state because my husband doesn't love her. After all, I am a mother, a mother who loves her daughter very much and would do anything to save her daughter. Even though I ended up doing the stupidest thing in the world, I didn't care. Even though the whole world was angry with me even cursing my attitude, I didn't care because what I thought at that time was my daughter's safety. My daughter, I'm sorry if this is my way. I'm sorry if I hurt you, no matter what happens know that I love you so much I just want you to survive, just like now. Dea, please fix your life through the new life God has given you.

The leaves that decorate the skeleton of the tree will one day fall from the stalk, it will fall by itself towards the expanse of land when it is time. Nothing against destiny will come back to the Creator somehow. Right now I have to go back to the Creator and give you a new life. Dea, live your new life. I will always love you.

Greetings dear, dear,

Rahma, the dumbest old man who ever wasted you.

After reading the letter, tears came out of the corner of Dea's eye. "Mama" he said softly.