NOT PERPETRATORS
Priest Candidate

Dad's unconscious. We immediately took her to the hospital. Arka I woke up slowly, took her to the hospital. We picked up my father and put him in the car.

In the car, my mother was crying. He blames Bastian all the way to the hospital.

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't done that, I wouldn't be like this!" fawning mother at Bastian mas.

Bastian is silent. He just focused on controlling his car.

"Look! If anything happens to Dad! I won't forgive you!"

Mother also returned sobbing. While Arka was sitting with me in front, she looked at her grandfather with pity.

"Grandfather ..." call Arka lirih, turning to the back seat.

After a 15-minute journey, we arrived at the hospital. He was taken by the nurses to the ER.

"Please wait outside, okay?" said one of the sisters, then entered the ER room.

We waited outside feeling very anxious. Mom didn't stop crying. While Mas Bastian just looked down lethargic, squeezing his head, while occasionally blaming himself.

A doctor I knew ran into the ER. Because in a hurry, he did not see me sitting with Arka, mother, and Bastian mas.

A few minutes later, the doctor came out.

"Family of Ahmad!" exclaim that doctor.

Mas Bastian who was sitting was immediately standing. "I."

The doctor looked surprised to see Bastian, and we were here.

"Bastian! You are! That's your dad?"

Bastian nodded weakly. "How's my father doing?"

"He .. he is still critical. In a moment, we'll move him to the ICU."

Yes, God ... What else is this ordeal?

Mother also stood up and meddled with Bastian mas all-out. "It's all because of you! The child does not know himself! I have been given a good woman, a perfect woman. Still back to that woman? You hamili him more? You are either a human or a demon! Don't know it's lucky!"

"Mother ... relax! Dad's being handled. We better pray. Begging God, so that father goes through his critical period immediately." I tried to calm him down.

"Di, what happened to my father?" ask Bastian.

"Your father had a sudden heart attack. Has your father ever had a heart attack like this before?"

"Never, Di."

"Does he have a history of high blood?"

"Yes, Doc!" answer mom quickly.

Dimas explains the state of the father with a professional. Just yesterday, he and Bastian were fighting. However, Dimas did not seem to confuse personal matters.

Mom's getting sobbing. I can only encourage my mother to stay strong. He saw the body of the father lying helpless. Through the small glass on the door, my mother watched him while still sobbing. Bastian leaned his body against the wall. His eyes were wet, his legs limp, as if he could no longer stand up.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" said the doctor, holding my hand for a moment as he passed me. Thankfully no one was watching.

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Time shows at 12:30 WIB. I approached the mother who was still sitting in the doldrums. The two angels' eyes were covered in tears. I can't bear to see mom's face as sad as that.

"Mother?" I grabbed mom's shoulder. "Better, we take ablution water. We pray dzuhur first, huh? We ask God. That He might strengthen the father, and restore the father, to be as healthy as ever."

Mother also stood. He stepped gontai towards a small mushala provided by the hospital. I really don't have the heart to see you like that. I also invited Arka to pray together, praying for his grandfather.

We also arrived at the ablution. I saw mom washing her face. He didn't say anything from now on. He doesn't talk anything. Every time I talk, I just shut up. Really ... There's as much guilt about him. But is this my fault? I don't want to think about that. Right now, all you need is prayer. And I have to keep encouraging and looking after mom.

After the mother finished her ablution, she went straight into the mushala. I taught Arka, which one was washed first. From the palms of the hands, mouth, nose, face, arms, forehead, ears, and feet. Arka has always followed me to pray since childhood. So, I just need to remind him of his steps.

Now it's my turn to wudhu. Suddenly someone was standing next to me. He smiled at me. I try not to pay attention to it. But when I was about to finish ablution, he touched my cheek instead. So, I have to repeat wudhu. And when I was almost done again, he touched my cheek again laughing. I'm getting upset too.

"On! Don't make me cancel again, yeah!" I said I was upset with him.

And I repeat it again. But when I was just about to wash my face, he peeped at me. I was surprised. I looked around, I was afraid someone would notice us. And thank God, it doesn't seem to exist.

"On! Don't fuck around!"

"I'm glad we can pray together" he said, smiling. "This is the first time we pray together, Nia."

I caught a twinkle of light in the eye of his eagle. It was as if there was a beautiful hope there.

"I hope, later, we can pray together every day. I want to be your priest."

I also blushed to hear his statement. I just returned with a smile. Then I continued ablution. We also wabble together, with hearts that still continue to tremble.

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