Umi and I got home at nine o'clock in the morning. At that time, I saw mom and dad still engrossed watching television. They are true life partner, loving wholeheartedly, never bickering. Their lives are very harmonious, go where ever alone.
I approached my mother while massaging her feet.
"Mother, today I bring my mother's favorite soup .. Eat yes, let Umi take for mother"
"You happen to be good, Faith?"
"Can not the youngest child please his parents, can I please you?"
"It's up to you."
"Umi, please get her soto for mom and dad ...!" my command.
"Well, Bi ...," came the reply from the kitchen.
"Where are you from, Faith?" This time, the father talked.
He is still busy poking-mencet remote television to find his favorite channel.
"Take a walk, just fun!"
I saw the eyes of my parents watching with a blank look. Wrinkled eyelids with shrinking edges of eyes. The eyeballs were covered in a layer of chalk that almost blinded their eyes. Perhaps, they will say, "it's useless to say that, Faith, we're old, the world is no longer attractive to us The world continues to thrive and grows, while we stay here Unchanged, life does not die We're like we're enjoying television that presents technology broadcasts, whereas our home remains primitive. "
I tried to explore what was in my parents' minds. Umi then came with a tray containing two plates containing rice soup. Mother immediately welcomed him, but I immediately stopped him.
"Uh, well ... I'm here ..." I said to my mother, letting her stay. Let me just take the sotonya and give it in the lap of the mother.
"Can not we do anything about it?
"Uh, I'll just relax, let me serve ...."
"Odd, your husband why, Dewii? How good really tumben?"
"It's a special day, ashes."
"What day? Mother's Day? It's still March."
"Anyway, it's a special day, not every mother's day, anyway, I want to keep my mom relaxing at home, do not have to work, let me and the Goddess who today serve you."
I still do not understand. He just sat confused and looked at my face that looked radiant before.
"What's this all about? Why is your husband, Dewii?" Ask Mom.
Hanif just shrugged.
"Come on, ma'am, let it be better we enjoy the sotonya, cold hell ...," said the father who did not want to think weird. He does not care whether it is served or not, which is important to smell the aroma of spices and garlic. His stomach can not stand and immediately eaten. My mother followed my father slowly to eat soup, though his heart was still hesitant.
Seeing them eat with gusto, I was touched. Quietly, I pray for them.
"Oh God, look at them, those who are the cause of the grace of God flowing in. To make the end of the world endureth, to make the angels record the charity of a thousand good things every time doing good deeds Now through me God gave them food. my pray."
Yes, through this prayer, I force God to grant prayer more quickly, even though I realize God works by His own will. But, I'm sure, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow there will be new wonders that I do not understand.
"Look, Umi, they eat with gusto."
"Yeah, maybe this time they can eat well."
"Hope this is a good sign, Umi ...," I said, squeezing her hand.
Hopefully, Bi ..., "he replied as he returned his hand and glanced at me.
One happiness is to see others happy. That's the real happiness.
The parents' happiness is the door of prayer and the pleasure of God for his son.