The noise of the leaves in the morning caused an uneasy morning breeze. The chirping of the forest birds broke the silence. The sun splashed on the faces reflecting on each other's eyeballs. Seen two fathers and children looking at each other. 'No son, Abah is very understanding, Abah also apologize for having troubled you so much.' Panang Aman rubs the shoulders of Ramadan. 'No Bah, it is the duty of a child to care for and care for parents who have grown up with all their soul and body.' Said softly Ramadan with a low tone. There was a deep regret in him.
Fifty years ago in a village the house looked small and very simple. The walls of his house are made of woven bamboo or often called palupuh in Banjar. While the roof is made of tin leaf that has been neatly arranged. The modest house was inhabited by a husband and wife. Safe Panels and Acil Siti are often mentioned. In Bahasa Indonesia, Panang is an uncle and Acil is an aunt. For almost ten years Safe Panels and Acil Siti have not been blessed with children. Their days are empty without the presence of a child. But they are always sincere accompanied by trying and praying to Allah SWT.
Panang Aman is a very industrious farmer. The results of both vegetable and fruit will be sold in the market and partly for home use. And his wife Acil Siti always accompany her husband in the rice fields while looking for banana leaves that will also be brought to the market for sale. Although the results obtained are not much. However, that is enough to meet both of them.
After Isha. Spread the long dark. The sound of the river flow into the music that accompanies the bamboo with high rolls, rubbing against each other with the sound of the leaves as whispering. A spoiled moon with a star peeps at a simple house not far from the river. Seen Acil Siti closed the window because the cold wind came in without permission. 'Ka, pian kada dulakkah, we are beduaan aja at home. We've been married for twenty years. ' Say acil siti while tying the leaves into some parts that will be sold tomorrow morning. 'Yes, rich rich what pang ding, amun Allah balum to run. We must be patient. Said midwife pian kada badaalah content, maybe God has not trusted us to immediately baisi anak. We also do not stop begging God for us to be blessed with a child someday. ' Answer the Safe Panang wisely while lifting a cap on his head to scratch his itchy head. 'Inggih, Aamiin.' Acil siti counted the leaves she had tied up. 'Yeah, let's sleep. Tomorrow we have to go to the market early in the morning. ' Panang to the mattress by putting the skull on the side of the mattress. While Acil Siti is still busy cleaning the leaves. No day is missed without a series of prayers from a couple who are always patient and tawakkal.
Safe Panels and Acil Siti never get bored to pray. A few months later, grace came to them. Their prayers are answered by God. The never-ending prayers of every day even that second. Maybe God is tired of hearing their prayers.
Nine months of Acil Siti contains. In the month of Ramadan he gave birth to a son. When the baby cries sounded, how happy Panang because his prayer has been answered by Allah SWT. But his face changed sadly at once, when the midwife gave birth to say that Acil Siti had died a few minutes ago when giving birth to her baby. The death of Acil Siti may be caused by pregnancy in old age. Panang Aman is very sad with the incident. Although he is happy to have a son. But losing a wife who has risked her life also makes her heart crumble. Panang Aman aware of all the events that happened to him is indeed the destiny of destiny. He believes this has been a decision from the Almighty. Where will there be wisdom behind all this. He tries not to be so soluble in sadness because he still has children to care for.
Ramadan is the name given by Panang Aman for his only child. Where the meaning of the word Ramadan is the month of Ramadan is in the holy month of Ramadan. Day after day passed Panang with patience. Caring for a baby is not an easy thing, especially for a man. He took care of Ramadan with affection, until a mosquito did not let him approach the body of Ramadan.
Ramadan grows healthy and smart. Diusianya who has five years he was good at reading the Qur'an because Panang always taught him every night by using only lighting lamp oil. Safe Panang always comply with what is demanded by Ramadan. Thus, Ramadan rarely asks about his mother. He also always brings Ramadan wherever he goes. Panang always invites Ramadan fishing, to the fields and to the market. He also often invites Ramadan to play. Safe Panang can be transformed into a mother figure and also a friend.
Little Ramadan has grown up. He always helps his Father in the fields with a little learning how to farm and sell his farms to the market. And finally he became an independent child. Because Ramadan has grown and is independent. So, Panang Aman married her to a girl not far from her house.
Ramadan is married. He and his wife lived a house with his father. And it was not long before Ramadan was blessed with a beloved boy. The age of Panang grows older. His face was wrinkled a lot, his eyes no longer bright, his eyes glazed, his hands are no longer strong and his body is no longer sturdy as it once was. Panang can only lie full of resignation without power. He can only look at his grandson who was 10 years old. Without being able to play with him as he used to be with his son Ramadan. Any toy that little Ramadan asks make always he grants with his skillful and powerful hands. He also remembered the bright little face of Ramadan that was showing off his toys to his friends. Today's daydreams dazzle her into a dream that plays old memories. At the age of old Panang old with forced Ramadan and his wife must take care and obey all the will of his father.
Safe Panang can not do anything anymore. He is also a bit talkative and often annoying. Gradually Ramadan feels tired of his father's condition. So there is a bad intention that will be done to his father. Has Ramadan forgotten all the love and fruits of his father so far, that he can live in this kind of life. Has he forgotten everything. Did he not want to repay all the services of his father by taking care of his father sincerely in the old days of his father who was helpless.
One day came the thought of evil Ramadan to throw his father into the forest. Somehow the thought was in his mind. What devil has incited him. His heart was so dwarfed to accept his father's condition. But at least Ramadan still has a heart of heart so he does not kill his father directly. Still, throwing it into the forest meant no expectation of her presence anymore. Is not that the same killing his father from his heart and mind. Throwing them into the forest can also physically kill even slowly. It is certain in the forest many wild animals are ready to prey on his father. Ramadan is so outrageous and to the heart of such intentions.
When the morning is still shrouded in fog. Feeling cold penetrated the skin. Ramadan carried his father into the forest. His father looked cold because he did not use thick clothes. In the middle of the journey 'Son, why ikam holding abah? where are you brought to Abah? ' Ask Aman Panang with dismay. 'Ah, Abah neh! Already, bediam aja do not many takun. ' Hardik Ramadan with anger.
Bush by shrubs he's gaping. The wilderness he has entered. Unwittingly the legs of Panang Aman are exposed to hurt plants. He seemed to be holding back pain. Sick. Panang Aman began to realize that he would be thrown into the forest by his own son. 'Son, do you want to take you where you are, Do not you waste your baby. Forgive the bad old sister who has been troublesome too. Safe Panas begs Ramadan with tears. Ramadan continues. He did not give a word to his father. And completely untouched by his father's cries.
Occasionally Ramadan justifies the position of his father's arms. At that moment his father held on tight. Suddenly ... Prak ... Ramadan is almost derailed because trampled guava is quite large. The color is very green, ripe but there are few bite marks. While around it there is no cashew tree. Maybe the guava was dropped by a bat. I have no idea. Ramadan stopped and lowered his father. He leaned his father on a big tree. 'Why stop boy?' Ramadan does not answer. He picked up the cashew and wiped it with his hands. 'You know, you want to bring the guava home right? For your son Ali. Because he really like cashews Karantukal (guava) 'said Panang Aman with a little smile. Ramadan snapped. 'Abah used to be with you boy. If Abah wants to search for firewood in the forest, you always ask for a big jungle of karantukal jambu. And Abah always try to bring it to you. When Abah bully ikam already mehadang in muhara lawang waiting for the cashew karantukal happy joy. And surely your son will be as cheerful when you come home. ' Keep the Panang Safe while wiping away the tears. Ramadan wilted when he heard the words of his father. He remembered his father's love when he was a child. 'Abah ...' Said the lips of Ramadan with a face of remorse. 'Son, continue your journey. Abah sincere if you really want to throw abah. Abah realized she could not do anything anymore. Maybe Abah will soon die. ' Panang raised his trembling hand indicating that he was ready to be taken anywhere. While Ramadan looked at his father's face full of resignation. He approached his father. 'No Abah, we're going home. Now I realize how much I have loved and loved me when I was a child to adulthood. Ulun son of lawless Bah, ulun already intend to throw pian. Forgive Ulun Bah, forgive Abah's dead sins ... 'Ramadan is crying out loud. He was very sorry.