Air Mata di Ujung Sajadah 2

DEDICATED TO OUR BELOVED PARENTS, WHOSE PRAYERS ALWAYS INCLUDE OUR NAMES

We're never really fine

after losing the ones we love.

After losing my mother

and my husband Arfan,

I feel like I'm living in a black-and-white world.

A dull, colorless life.

Baskara.

My flesh and blood.

He's being raised by another family in Solo.

Separated hundreds of kilometers away from me,

his biological mother.

Is this what it feels like

walking along an endless road

with rain that keeps pouring?

And all of the flowers in my eyes

begin to wilt.

Happy ninth birthday, Baskara!

You've grown so much.

You're in third grade now, aren't you?

I hope you become a great kid

and love your parents always.

Let's blow out the candles!

Let's do it.

Here…

Sometimes,

the best thing we can do

Bas.

…Is pretend to be happy.

Happy birthday, sweetheart!

Happy birthday, my favorite grandson.

Stinky!

Stinky face.

You must eat well, okay?

- Blow out the candle. - Blow out the candle!

Happy birthday, Baskara.

I'll always pray for the best for you.

Morning.

Aqilla, sit with us.

Okay.

I need you to work overtime for the next two weeks.

We must prepare for our presentation.

- Can you do it? - Of course, Mel.

There are 24 hours in a day,

but I can work for 25 hours.

Amazing! You're our key player.

I live to work, not the other way around.

Watch your health.

Well, whatever you want.

- Here. - Oh!

What is it?

It's my son's birthday.

You still celebrate his birthday every year?

Pardon me, Aqilla.

As your best friend who sees you every day,

I know you're pretending to be happy.

Aren't you tired?

I'm tired just from watching you.

It's enough for me to see Baskara

through Yumna and Arif's social media.

However,

their accounts have been inactive these past few months.

It worries me a bit.

Why don't you go to Solo?

Mel, we must prepare for our presentation.

Why are you sending her on a vacation?

Not a vacation.

It's about her biological son!

Aqilla only has Baskara in her life.

Aqilla.

Maybe it's time to stop acting happy.

But I gave up custody to Yumna and Arif.

What would they think if I visited suddenly?

Baskara is your son!

As long as he has your blood,

you have the right to know about him.

You have the right to know about his adoptive family.

You have the right to know how he's doing.

Good afternoon, Ma'am.

Could you keep this? I'll be back.

Have a nice trip.

Please.

Peace be upon you.

Anybody home?

The number you're calling is unavailable.

So how was school?

- Hello, Mbok Tun. - Hello!

I've made fried chicken

with the recipe of Mama Yumna.

Hey, say something.

Huh?

Come on.

Miss Aqilla!

Miss Aqilla!

Miss!

Bas!

Baskara!

Bas.

Oh my God.

You've grown so much, dear.

You look handsome!

You were this tall.

Now you're this tall!

Mbok Tun.

Bas.

Happy birthday, dear.

-I hope you become a great kid, -Amen.

-Devout, -Amen.

- And always love your parents. - Amen. Thanks, Miss.

I have a surprise for you.

Close your eyes.

Ta-da!

Wow, Lego! Thank you, Miss!

I love you, Miss.

Thank you, sweetheart.

I miss you so much.

I miss you too, Miss Aqilla.

Baskara, may I come to your house?

- Sure. - Okay!

Let's go. Take your present.

Mbok, may I come in?

Let's go.

Yay!

- So, how was school? - It was fine.

Let's do homework together later.

Okay!

There are 6,413 pieces in this set.

- Can you help me build this? - Of course!

- It's gonna be so much fun! - Of course.

We can play with it later.

Baskara, lunch.

Okay.

Mbok.

May I feed him?

No.

His parents taught him to eat by himself.

He must do his homework later.

I know he's a grown kid.

But it's been a while since I fed him.

I'll feed him while he's doing his homework.

No, you can't.

Yes, I can.

No, you can't.

Yes, I can.

No.

Yes.

No.

I don't mind.

- 20 times 20 is 400. - Very good.

Baskara.

Did you go somewhere nice for your birthday?

I was at home with Mbok Tun.

Why?

Dad's in the hospital.

Grandma is busy taking care of him.

Mom's also busy.

She sells batik at the market by day

and takes care of her online shop at night.

Nobody helps me with my homework.

How long has he been in the hospital?

It's been around four months now.

Four months?

Why is he there?

Bas.

I was told it was a headache.

He also couldn't move his body.

Mom took Dad to the hospital

But he still hasn't returned.

Bas…

I'm not allowed to visit

because children are not allowed in hospitals.

How's his condition?

I don't know.

BUNG KARNO GENERAL HOSPITAL

CENTRAL SURGICAL UNIT

Mom.

Mom.

Dear God.

Fathan!

You've just arrived?

I'm sorry.

It took a day from my office to the airport.

There's no direct flight from Kalimantan to Solo either.

How's Arif, Mom?

He's been unconscious for two weeks.

He's in a coma.

The blood vessels in his brain burst.

Bas.

- Yes? - Is that Dad's shirt?

Yes, this is Dad's shirt.

Whenever I miss him, I'll just sniff his shirt.

It smells like cajuput oil.

What's that?

This?

This is Dad's letter to me.

Whenever he missed me,

he would write me letters.

Mom brought them to me every day.

But these days

he never writes to me anymore.