There is an interesting ceita from a life
named ratna, he is a child who still is
sitting on a high school bench. A sunny afternoon in a house,
Ratna yag all day follow the lesson and continued ekskul at school.
feel very tired, his house is very quiet without residents except one helper
named Bik imah who again clean and flush the flowers in the back garden.
He already understood very well. Papanya must still ngantor,
and his mother always busy nguruin business alone
While brother atu-atunya only come home once a week
because they have to finish college outside the city.
Ratna immediately opens the door, closes it again
and then into the room.
Without removing the uniform, he throws his body
on a springbed. A little diary he achieved
from the pocket of the school bag. Word for word ditorehkannya
on the white sheets. He spills all the disappointment
over the busyness of his parents and all his pain and loneliness over the years.
The look on his face was clearly a disappointment.
"Oh God why are my parents more so
attach importance to his work
than I am his son? Why hell God ..?
I really do not understand
How happy if I and my family
all can always be together,
enjoying tea together while telling stories
on the porch of the house and gaze at the twilight sky ...
so beautiful..."
Ratna can not hurt her heart
which caused her tears to fall
moist and dilute his writing,
when his cell rang loudly.
"Yes Ma ... why ??"
replied Ratna lazy.
"have a shower, honey ..?"
"not yet."
"have eaten..??"
"That was it."
"hmmm ... it looks like this pretty Mama's son is more ...
Why, dear..? Was there a problem at school?
say the same Mama, maybe Mama can help ... "
"enggak ... hello also who hell ...
it does not matter what .. "
"ya udah ... if Ratna do not want to tell now,
ntar aja kalo we've met at home.
Now Ratna want to please Mama?
help you change tuberose flower water in Mama's room ...
This morning Mama forgot to replace it. "
"yes ..."
"be careful the laundry does not break ...
and remember ..! Do not tell me Bik Imah ..! "
Ratna immediately rushed to her room Mama
and then carry a jar containing tuberose flowers
it to the water tap behind the house. After that,
he brought the flower jar back to the room.
And that was when Ratna's eyes caught something lying
on her Mother's dressing table. A Diay mama ..!
His mother's diary
The book is still open
and a Pen is still sticking sweet on it.
Slowly he began to listen
word for word on the pages of the Book.
"My son ... ratna if Mama may choose,
is she slim
or big body because it contains you,
then Mama will surely choose to conceive you ...
Because containing you is a miracle
and the greatness of God. Nine months,
You live in the stomach of Mama,
you go wherever Mama goes,
You feel the heart when Mama
beat because happy,
You kicked Mama's womb
when you feel uncomfortable
because Mama is disappointed and tear tear ...
My son ... jiks Mama may choose
whether a cesarean section or Mama has to fight to give birth to you ...
Mama will choose to fight to give birth to you ...
Because waiting from hour to hour,
minute to minute of your birth
is like waiting for a queue
entering one of the doors of heaven.
Because of the awesomeness of your struggle
to find a way out into the world
very Mama feel. And that's when
the greatness of God enveloped us both.
The angel smiled between the sweat
and the pain that Mama could never
tell anyone.
And when you are present, your tears break the world.
That was the happiest moment for us.
All sickness and anguish vanished, shortly after
see you red. Listening to Your Papa
echoing the call to prayer, the word of Allah's shahada
and the determination of the heart of our lord the Prophet in your little ear.
My son ... if you can choose to sit for long in the conference room,
or sitting on the floor with you sticking a puzzle,
then Mama will definitely choose to play the puzzle with you.
But there's one thing you seem to know ...
life is really an option. And if with this Mama's choice,
You feel lonely and miserable ... then forgive my mama ya ya, Maafin Mama ...
Believe me ... Mama is perfecting the life puzzle
we have no one piece of the puzzle of our lost life.
Loneliness and your robe is part of Mama's grief too. You will always be
Mama's soul mate ... honey
Trust me son ... I love you very much. "
Ratna could no longer hold back her tears.
If it had just dripped one or two, now he let it all
falling dripping and wetting his Mama Diary. He cries to be
without being able to stop him, until finally a soft hand
touching his shoulders from behind,
"Mama..??"
"yes honey ... Mama've been here since ..."
Not even Ratna's cry more and more stopped but even more
although his mother's embrace seemed so comforting to his anxiety.
"O Allah, give my Mama a glorious place on Your side.
Because he deserves it. Forgive the sins of Allah ...
His goodness is more than his fault. And I love him very much ... "
Friend....
Really Honor Mother's love
Not the most beautiful word in life
other than the word "I love you". mother is the source of inspiration
which allows us to always be tough to face the waves of life
his struggle to solidify and educate us gives us the spirit
to never give up in reaching all aspirations
The door of heaven is waiting for the merciful to the parents
especially to Mother, and do not ever let her down
when you let him down, apologize now
and ask your mother to pray for you to live
which you went through full bless ...