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Kasih Semalam [Part 4]

Malam itu, seusai solat Maghrib berjemaah, si ayah berdoa. Nadanya penuh syahdu. Ada hakikat yang perlu terluah malam itu. Ada luka yang akan kembali terkupas.

Mereka bersalaman. Hening. Si ayah memandang wajah si isteri. Sama-sama tersenyum.
"Mai dekat sikit anak-anak abah ni," pujuk si ayah. Si ibu meriba anak perempuannya. Matanya tertutup. Nafas panjang dihela.

"Sayang abah ni, okay ke malam ni?" soal si ayah.
"Okay bah. Hari ni abah nak cerita pasal apa?" Haikal, yang sulung teruja dan tersengih.
Si ayah membalas senyumnya.

"Ada sesuatu yang perlu abah beritahu. Sesuatu yang patut kamu tahu,"
"Macam serius je, bah. Kenapa ni?" soal Izzah, anak gadisnya.

"Ingat tak setiap kali masa Ramadhan, kita akan datang bersihkan kubur kat tepi sekolah tu?" si ayah memulakan bicara.
"Ingat," serentak anak-anak kecil itu menjawab.

"Kan ada kubur kecil yang kita selalu datang tu? Bila kamu tanya kubur siapa, umi dan abah jawab kubur ahli syurga kan. Ingat tak?"
"Ingat bah,"
Si ibu tersenyum, menahan emosi.
Si ayah menyambung bicaranya. "Nak tau tak dia sebenarnya siapa?"

Anak-anak kecil itu duduk tegak menanti kata-kata si ayah. Memandang sesama sendiri. Wajah si ayah dan si ibu ditatap.

"Siapa bah?" soal Faris.

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Si ayah mencari jemari si ibu. Digenggam erat.
"Tu adik kamu. Nama dia Muhammad Azam. Dia adik kembar kamu, Muaz," si ayah berhenti sejenak. Merenung dalam anak mata buah hatinya.

Si ayah menceritakan saat mereka kehilangan Azam dulu. Bagaimana mereka baru sahaja melangkah keluar dari hospital, mendukung dua bayi lelaki, dua hari usianya. Bagaimana tanpa sedar, sebuah kereta meluncur laju dari belakang. Brek kereta rosak. Bagaimana si ibu, bersama Azam yang didukungnya tercampak. Bagaimana si ayah menyaksikannya semua. Bagaimana si ibu dimasukkan semula ke hospital atas komplikasi. Bagaimana semuanya berlaku terlalu pantas.

Ada wajah yang tertunduk. Ada bahu yang dipeluk.
Haikal mengangkat wajah. Direnung wajah adik-adiknya.
"Abah, Haikal nak cakap sesuatu boleh?" Si ayah mengangguk.

"Abah, sebenarnya, kami dah lama tahu pasal Azam. Petang Jumaat kan abah selalu bagi Haikal bawak adik-adik jalan-jalan? Masa tu Haikal bawak dorang pergi kubur. Tak berani nak tanya abah lebih lanjut. Tak sangka Muaz akan tanya jugak. Haikal yang cadangkan kat Muaz suruh tanya abah. Maafkan Haikal, bah. Seakan pedih untuk abah dan umi bercerita tentang Azam," luah Haikal.

Riak wajah si ayah berubah terkejut. Tak sangka si anak sudah tahu. Kasihan, kebenaran selama ini tersimpan kejap dalam genggaman.

"Macam mana Haikal tahu?" soal si ibu.
"Umi, kalau Haikal boleh hafal 30 juz, takkan Haikal tak boleh ingat saat-saat umi di hospital dulu? Saat ayah mendaftarkan nama dua-dua adik Haikal, tapi hanya seorang yang kembali. Saat Haikal melawat umi dan di board tertulis dua nama bayi, tapi hanya seorang di sisi umi,"

Si ayah memandang si ibu. Tersenyum.
"Bagusnya anak abah. Bijak menilai situasi," si ibu mengusap ubun-ubun si anak.
"Well," Haikal memeluk tubuh, tersenyum.
"Oo, jadi kamu semua dah tahu lah ye?" ujar si ayah lagi.

Masing-masing tersengih. Si ibu dan si ayah lega. Tiada lagi rahsia.
"Pandai ye berpura-pura dengan umi dan abah," ujar si ibu. Masing-masing tertawa.


to be continued.
insyaAllah

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