Baed Alzawaj (After Marriage)
This feeling has already disappeared, then what should I do???

**You're the one who taught me to get used to it without you..

If I get used to it over time without you...

Is that my fault???

I wanted to give all my patience to you, but asa held me back ... 

My wounds are too deep .. already bleeding and festering .... 

I want to disappear** ...

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Want me just one, I want to be appreciated not only appreciate.

I want to be understood not just asking to understand ...

Husband ...

Be aware, don't let my race disappear ....

For a moment I only asked for a little presence for you to understand, I need you ....

Lirihku said sad ...

10 June 2017

After the discovery of folding paper scattered on the floor at that time. I would rather spend my days crying in my room. I poured out all my heart through a long do'a. Even dzikir I say non-stop. I'm really hurt. This time it was much worse than usual. I didn't find a cure as the antidote. I'm hurt bad.

I spent a lot of time just looking through my wedding album a few years ago. My smile looks so beautiful there.

Photos of my wedding atmosphere are so luxurious but seem simple. We did not invite many invited guests because I just wanted a wedding that was not too crowded. I just want some relatives and family present.



Then how sacred after the word "SAH" by the marriage witness. I remember well that day I was very happy and happy, even though this was my second marriage. I am thankful that he loved me so much at that time. That's according.



How bright was my smile at that moment. How happy I feel when finally the man I love is completely mine. At that time I really felt countless happiness. I really fell in love when she made my wedding vows. I really feel lucky.



Before officially marrying Rofie, I was forced to marry someone to save her child. He is a wealthy man of Pakistani descent, but suffers from a deadly disease.

It happened when I worked for about two months in my company. He is one of our valued colleagues as he is a regular client with VVIP status.

*****

At first I never knew him. It's just that he expressed his heart to me after meeting me often when running meetings together.

This man is quite handsome, yet I never paid him any heed.

At first I never served it. Because I think this new career I just had, I don't think anything else interested me. Plus at that time my relationship was still unclear with my husband Rofie. So there's nothing interesting about me other than work.

Our first meeting was because of Zahra. A child was crying alone. Looking for her father she didn't find in the lobby. She cried while covering her face. I look at her behavior and then come to her. My first meeting with Zahra was when the boy was over two years old. Beautiful girl who worries.

I gently scold him.

"Hey pretty, why are you here alone?" I greeted him gently while sitting next to him.

He just looked at me. Still crying with teary eyes and nose and cheeks that are completely flushed because he cried to a hiccup.

"It's funny .." I thought.

"Mommy ..." It was just a sentence that came out of his small mouth. I'm appalled.

"Mommy?" my reply.

I raise my right eyebrow while thinking.

"Is this the son of a rude man?"

I threw a glance around the room.

Niente. There are no mothers or anyone who goes back and forth looking for a missing child.

"Whose kid is this?" I also mumbled in my heart.

I looked at this little girl again and rebuked her again.

"Where are your parents, son? You thirsty? You hungry?" many streak.

She shook her head. Putting up mimic increasingly want to cry and mention a few sentences with reddened cheeks.

"Mami, accompany Zahra to find Baba. Zahra wants Baba Mami." she replied.

His face was completely red and his tears had fallen on both of his cheeks. I am so excited to see this little girl.

Then I offered my hand to offer to hold her. He welcomed my speech. I carried him to the information room and sent a message to the receptionist so that if anyone was looking for a missing child, contact me immediately.

*****

I took this little girl to my room. It just so happens that all the snacks and snacks are in my room. I gave her some ice cream. Turns out he likes it. After finishing one ice cream, he approached me and sat down in front of me.

"Mommy, let's go home. We're looking for Baba." so he said.

"Masyaa Allah, Baba again." I thought.

"Where is Baba Nak? Where should Baba go?" answer's short.

He pulled my hand and took me out of the room. Lead me to the lobby again and sit on the sofa waiting for the lobby.

"Baba said he'd get Zahra. Mommy don't go anymore. Zahra was lonely." so she replied while tightly grasping my arm.

"Yes. We'll wait for Baba here, baby. Already, let's stop crying. Your face looks ugly when you cry." I whispered while wiping her tears.

He's nodding. The crying stopped too.

Not long after, a man approached us. Zahra looked at him and smiled widely. He ran towards the man standing up.

"Baba ..." so he shouted as he ran towards the man.

The man hugged her tightly. He rubbed his head and kissed both of his cheeks. They then hugged tightly.

"My Dear, from wherever you are. Baba's been looking for you everywhere." Ask the guy.

"Going with Mami Baba, Mami gives Zahra Baba's ice cream. Ice Cream is delicious Baba." she replied innocently while pointing at me.

The man looked at me and rebuked me.

"Maa yes Allah ... Mother Dayana. I'm sorry ma'am because my son is troubling you" she said feeling bad.

"Gpp Mr. Hussain. From earlier she cried so I brought her into the room." I replied softly.

"I'm sorry Mom. Maybe my son thinks you're his mother. Your faces are so similar. Zahara's mother has died a year ago. But she still often looked for her mother." she explained.

I'm appalled.

"Oh Allah, this little child has lost a parent. Even thinking of losing my mother and father I didn't dare. Moreover, I was in the position of this little boy." my bathin said.

I waved my hand at Zahra and hinted her to hug me. The little boy ran up to me and hugged me. We had just met at the time, but I felt like I had known him for a long time.

Beautiful white girl. His eyes are similar to mine. Her hair also sucks me. Wavy curls on the bottom. And his cheeks always look red. Really pretty. Somehow his mother's face.

*****

My marriage to Hussain did not last long. I only walked about three months. He never even touched me while we were married. He only kissed me once. It was after Ijab and Qabul.

During the wedding, we slept in separate rooms. I had no intention of marrying Hussain. It's just that after his long story about the family of his ex-wife who will take Zahra forcibly because he's sickly. My heart was filled and accepted Hussain's invitation to marry. He is also kind and handsome. There's no fault of mine I accepted the proposal. I am also single and have no relationship with anyone.

I know the age of this man will not be long. Because I met with Hussain's personal doctor. According to the doctor, he was really dying. But I was amazed by him. He never showed himself to be fragile. I've never even seen him grieve over his illness. He's always smiling.

He always told me that he loved his son Zahra very much. He did not want Zahra to be raised by his ex-wife's family because they were only pursuing the inheritance Zahra had. When Hussain told me, I just kept nodding my head, a sign that I understood the direction of the conversation.

He asked me to raise Zahra like my own son. I don't mind that either.

Zahra was so close to me. Even death does not understand. If he asks where his father is, then I will always answer, he is working abroad. I don't know when I should keep lying when the boy asks where his father is.

I made a written agreement before Hussain's death. The covenant that states that Zahra is my biological son. I never minded it either because I had also fallen in love with this beautiful child. I love him like my own son.

A few months later, Hussain breathed his last. He's gone for ever. I felt quite lost, because to me he was my second friend after Pradana.

*****

I re-opened sheet by sheet my album photos. Unintentionally, it turns out I still have Hussain's face. Turns out he's really handsome. I just realized it.



I went back and forth to the photo album. Back to remembering the story of my beautiful marriage when I was with Rofie.

I remember how I used to be so proud to be the wife of a Rofie Alamsyah. Who is not proud to have a husband who in fact is a young entrepreneur. In addition to being handsome and successful, he is also famous as a polite and sholeh man.

My first meeting with my husband was about five years ago. I met him accidentally in the parking lot of the mosque, right in front of my campus. At that time I was asked by the Assistant Lecturer to retrieve data to someone. I didn't think he was my husband.

When she saw me in the parking lot, she lowered her face when she spoke to me. I think it's strange, why put your eyes on women? I see, his eyes are not getting dust either. So I think it's weird that when I meet me he looks down like he doesn't want to see me.

She greeted me. Reprimand my name and give a large Map containing files and writings. He said it was important data. I received a large Map containing the file and then I answered the question as was. He did indeed make me amazed by his attitude back then. But, it was just a fleeting feeling.

*****

After that brief encounter, I never saw him again. I think he looked geeky with his appearance at the time. Her clothing style is neither clumsy nor out of date, but her clothes are a little strange in my opinion. Do I see those pants again. I remember she was wearing slime pants. But it's a high piece of pants, almost above the ankle. I think he's in a cult. At that time I had not changed my faith. And it is not yet clear what the real religion of Islam is.

I sent a message to the Assistant Lecturer. To be honest I was annoyed by her Senior's pretentious attitude. Though only one level different from me, but once hobby told me to do this and that. Maybe because I'm a pretty cute student. So he easily told me to do anything. So upset.

For posture and face, when I was in college, I still have a lot of fans. Many people try to get close to me. Starting from Senior, fellow letting to Junior Students there are also trying to approach me. Many tried to get my attention but failed. I have never served one bit. How cute they are.

In the past, I was very attentive to my appearance. Yes .. Even though the clothing brand I use is not a famous brand let alone expensive. I keep and always pay attention to my appearance to be unsightly by others. At the time, I did not have much income. If only to buy a few pairs of clothes, I am still fairly capable. I bought it at the second market.

Although the goods sold have been used by others before, but everything is still worth using. If lucky, I can get a new outfit worn once or twice by the previous owner. While it is still worth using, I don't mind where my clothes are bought. What matters is still good. And I like it.

Aku sama sekali tidak pernah memakai make up di wajahku. Kata Pradana, wajahku itu tergolong natural. Menurutnya, wanita jauh lebih terlihat cantik ketika wajahnya itu natural, Alias tanpa polesan makeup.

When I went to college, I only used lipbalm every day to polish my lips. The reason is because my lips dry easily. Plus I think to spend fifty grand on a lipstick today, it's too expensive. The powder is also just baby powder.

My face is completely plain without makeup polish. If you want a little fresh, I add mascara and eyeliner in my eyes. Sometimes, if you want to.

But, whenever other people see my face, many think that I use makeup or makeup. Maybe because my cheeks are easily red due to hot weather, so it looks like wearing blush or blush, when in fact it is not.

It's not that I don't want to learn to wear makeup or I'm not interested in makeup. But because I think I better save the money for my tuition later. It's more useful than the money I use to buy makeup. It feels too bad.

Maybe I was lucky then. Without having to waste money on hair care and facial salons, I already have proportional hair and face. Having long hair that is choppy curls and a clean white face and skin makes me have a plus in the eyes of others. I am grateful for all these good things.

*****

Pradana was my Senior Brother in college. We differ several levels. I don't know what made us friends and friends. All I remember is that he used to insult me because of my weird clothes.

He pissed me off once. It felt like I wanted to punch him in the face and then I watered a meatball full of chilies at that time. He really pisses me off with his nosy behavior.

Every year, when Valentine's Day comes, I'm the luckiest girl on campus. My locker and seat will be full of roses and chocolate. Not to mention greeting cards, even dating calls are scattered everywhere. Very inconvenient.

Have I ever accepted their call? Answer's no. In college, my mind just wanted to graduate from my law school. I want to continue my education at S2 level.

Short story. Pradana graduated first from me. It was sad when there was no more college with him. Because all this time he's my bodyguard if there is something too extream forcing want to approach or ask me out.

I'm always overwhelmed if they're too pushy. If I can't stand their attitude, I'll call Pradana for help. Strangely enough, he could always have a time when I asked for his help. That's great kid.

I often get little attention from Pradana when we were on campus. He used to buy me chocolate and ice cream. He always understood what I wanted when my mood was not good. Sometimes also buy a light snack a big secret. In fact he often bought me fast food saving packages as well. He said let me get fat. I seem malnourished. He said my body was too thin. It's not polite what he says.

I also had a basket of white roses and a bouquet of orange roses. As far as I know, roses are very expensive. Especially the real roses. When reading a greeting card tucked inside a flower, she always has her own romantic side. Every card will always be written..

"Est-ce que the m'aimes?"

(*pronounced "Ess I'm the mem." ) That is, do you love me?

"Je t'aimerai pour toujours"

(*read "Zhuh tem-air-ay pu tu-zhur.") That is, I will love you forever.

"T'es l'amour de ma vie."

(*read "Teh lah-mur duh ma vi.") It means you are the love of my life.

"Je t'adore."

(*read "Zhuh tah door.") That is, I Admire You.

If I were another woman, I would surely be amazed by the words that Pradana wrote on every slip of the greeting card. Unfortunately ... I'm not that girl. I was never affected by the romantic words written by her. Because what I know, that sweet surprise wasn't meant for me.



When I asked her why she gave me roses on Valentine's Day, she replied. It was flowers for her flowers, but she was rejected, so the flowers were given to me. He said it was a pity to be banished, Mubadzir.

That time yes .. Just accept. Than banished, I think it's a pity. So I just take the Pradana flowers. It is good to add a collection of roses on Valentine's Day. So my status photo post is full of photos of flowers given by people. Looks like my post will succeed in breaking the hearts of other women.



More or less like the two photos above the appearance of the rose. I don't keep the original photo. Understandably, at that time it was not very important in my opinion to perpetuate the gift of flowers by anyone. Because I'm not interested in having a special relationship with any man. I just want to graduate soon.

*****

I started seeing my husband again when we accidentally met him at the airport. At that time I will leave to continue my S2 studies abroad. I got a full scholarship to one of Australia's top campuses. I am so thankful that God is so good to me. My GPA is also very good. I graduated cumlaude. How lucky.

Do you know who came first when I graduated with the best grades at graduation? Is correct. He Pradana. The handsome man came and went up on the graduation stage and gave me a bouquet of red roses mixed with beautiful fresh daisies.



At that time I must have broken the hearts of all the women who liked Pradana. How cute they are. I'm used to the insinuations of women who hurt me for being friends with Pradana. But I'm not his name if they say I'm loyal. I deliberately made my ears deaf so as not to listen to the sadistic sentences they uttered. It's not my fault Pradana ignored them. I'm not that guy's girlfriend.

He really surprised me. Came suddenly without telling me. Appeared with that charming face. Wearing a full formal dark grey suit. How handsome he is. I was quite shocked by Pradana's sudden presence. Because after me, she was abroad continuing her S2 studies. But he can even be present at my graduation. I'm gobsmacked.

*****

At that time, I was just embracing Islam. Maybe about a week. Because of my comfort in this religion, I chose to convert. A lot of things made me so confident about changing my beliefs. I think in Islam there is something I did not find in my religion before. That's why I'm more confident about changing my trust.

At first my whole family was against me, let alone my sister. He was very angry with me. Just rebuked me yesterday he was reluctant, he said I am a lost people. I lied to our god. So sad. It took repeated efforts until they finally approved of me when I converted. Praise be to Allah, I am grateful.

I am very proud to have a family that accepts my decision. Which made me sure at that time Pradana. Islam teaches me many things. Plus because of the great stories about how obligatory a Muslim woman to close her aura correctly and perfectly. I became interested in this religion. And now, I'm a Muslim. Alhamdulillahot.

*****

We were both sloppy. I'm in a hurry to run because I want to catch the plane boarding pass so it's not too late. And he also walked in a hurry because he wanted to catch the plane as well. I forgot who he was, but he reprimanded me and mentioned my name back then.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Gpp ma'am?"

He asked while grimacing in pain.

"You should have seen your direction, sir. It's dangerous if you're so careless. I could get hurt because of your careless attitude."

I answered without seeing his face.

She's staring.

Maybe I'll think back to who I am. Then he smiled and rebuked me again.

"K-you ... How's Dayana doing?"

The reply greeted me and said my name.

I'm shocked. I put my head towards his face. Look at it carefully while feeling overwhelmed. Then I tried to remember.

" M-Sorry ... But where do you know me from? Have we met before?"

I reply back to ask.

" Maybe you don't remember me. But I still remember your face clearly in my memory. You're the beautiful girl I met a few years ago in front of the parking lot. Do you remember who I am?"

Smirk asked.

I wrinkle my forehead. I still cannot clearly remember who the man before me is right now. I just returned the question with a smile of confusion. While scratching my head covered in a veil. I kept thinking until I finally remembered who he was.

"Yes, Allah, you ..."

Reply with a smile.

"You are the bearer of the file. File the Asdos. I'm sorry, I'm forgetful. You see we don't talk much, so I don't really remember about you."

Reply again.

*****

My husband smiled broadly. His smile looks so shady. Not many words came out of his mouth. He just kept staring at my face. Maybe he was surprised to see me hijab. I found a smile so warm. I never felt anything like this when I saw it.

At that time, he looked much different. Her clothes also look more masculine. He's wearing a plain burgundy shirt. The shirt collar is left open on the top. His shirt sleeves were folded to my side. Shows the skin of his arm is brownish.

He wears slime pants that still look shady above the ankles. Those pants are deep black. A pair of famous branded shoes were attached to both feet. His right arm was tightly hugging the dark brown thick jacket.

His left hand wears a black branded watch with a combination of sapphire rock and additional gold color. It looked luxurious all the items he used on his body. Glamour once.

*****

After that brief meeting and talk. We also started chatting more often on social networks. We often chat booked whatsapp. The discussion is also diverse. Starting from the discussion of lectures, what the atmosphere abroad each like. Even we had promised, if later we return to Indonesia, we will meet again.

We talked to each other for about a year. After the second year, we started to talk less. Almost never even. I began to be difficult to contact because I was pursuing a thesis in preparation for my S2 graduation. Every time my husband called me back then, I ignored his calls or chats. There are goals I have to pursue.

Finally arrived it was my S2 graduation time. It was hard to fight abroad for school. Not to mention having to adapt to new environments as well as new people. I always have trouble. Moreover, the habits of even the language are not the same as my country. It's really heavy.

If followed, I want to stop in the middle of the struggle. It was hard being away from my mother. It feels so lonely. Not to mention having to work part time to increase income and pocket money. I took part time at some of the shops in town. My mother always strengthened me so I could survive. Not everyone has as much luck as I do, my mother said. I survived too.

At the graduation ceremony. I'm here myself. So sad.

"If you were here."

I shed tears proof that I miss my mother so much.

"Mom, your son has succeeded. Your son succeeded mother."

So I murmured in my heart while shedding tears.

*****

That day the show was so lively. All my colleagues were with his family at graduation. But not with me. Despite not getting the cumlaude predicate, my GPA is quite high. Only a few different points from students who get cumlaude grades. Too bad. Maybe if I don't give the wrong explanation at the last thesis, I can get the cumlaude predicate.

After the show is over. I decided to go back to my apartment. Maybe a little bit of lying down, can relieve my fatigue that stands from the morning using high heels.

My feet hurt so much. I open my graduation uniform and then I drop my body into the bed. Really sultry that outfit. Moreover, my uniform is quite large, my body weight is slightly down due to my solid activities lately.

Just wanted to close my eyes. My room bell rings.

"Relse .. Tong .."

"Relse .. Tong .."

"Relse .. Tong .."

The bell rang a few times. It's disturbing it feels. I was going to sleep earlier. I step my feet lazily towards the door. I saw from behind the door through the little hole who was bothering me that afternoon. A flower courier.

"Wait .. Who sent the flowers to me? Was this misdeliver?"

I pulled an instant hijab next to my study table. I use the potluck and open the door immediately. I smiled as I opened the door to the courier.

"Excuse me, are you miss dayana amore?"

Ask the courier to rebuke me.

"Yeah right, that's me. What do you need?

Ask again.

"Someone has sent this flower package for you. Please sign here for acceptance."

Reply explained.

"Ohh .. Okay." Okay."

Answer's short.

I received the bouquet of flowers. A red rose mixed with Aster flowers. A combination of flowers that are no stranger to me.

" But who is this from? Is it from that guy?"

I was late with my own thoughts. There was no way Rofie would give this flower. For a long time we did not say hello, even when I graduated he did not know. Then I opened the maroon colored paper and I read the contents.

" Flicitations pour vos examens."

(*read "Feh-lees-ee-ta-see-on pu vo ik-za-ma." ) That is, Congratulations on your graduation.

I looked at this writing for a long time. Let's go back to who gave this mysterious surprise. But I can't guess who it is from. If this is from Pradana, he must have come to give me this surprise like he did at graduation. But he didn't show up. I haven't talked to Pradana in a long time. Suddenly I miss him. 

"Who would give this flower to me?"

I'm still thinking hard.

I put the flower on my study table. I stepped my feet lazily and then went back to lying on the bed. I'm so tired. I close my eyes. Unconsciously I fell asleep.

*****

The next morning I just woke up. The sound of my waker clock made me flinch in shock.

"Astaghfirullah hal adzim. What time is it now? I really fell asleep. O Allah I have missed my prayer." I murmured in my heart.

Immediately I got out of bed. I grabbed my towel in a hurry while running into the toilet and showering immediately. Then fully clothed and immediately perform the dhuha prayer. Thought about fifteen minutes ago changed clothes and immediately left for college to take care of my graduation papers. I want to go home quickly.

It took me a month to finish everything here. Finally I can breathe a sigh of relief because everything is done and I can return to my homeland. I miss seeing my mother's face. Looking at it through a photo for me doesn't feel like enough. I want to hug my mother tight. I want to tell you all the things that happened here while I was continuing my study abroad to my mother. And also, I miss mom's cooking.

*****

I finally returned to Indonesia. I feel very missed about this country. The land where I was born. I was so enthusiastic. I can't wait to see Mom and Dad. They said they'd pick me up at the airport.

"Rigger ... "

Call mom from a distance.

"Mother ... "

I ran towards my mother and hugged her tightly. Really tight.

I really miss this middle-aged woman. It feels so happy when you can see even hug your mother for real. I have been two years away from my mother. It feels so different. I miss my mother's cooking every day. Even to the smell of the mother's body. I brought some mother clothes that still had the scent of my mother's body to take with me to Australia first. Now my miss paid off.

Dad smiled at me. Alternately, I hug my father just as tightly after being satisfied to hug Mom. My dad looks sobbing. I know that you feel infinite happiness because of my achievements in this position. Who would have thought, an ordinary woman like me, whose incidentally the child of a family can not afford, can successfully get an S2 degree abroad. I'm pretty proud of myself.

I spread my eyes all over the airport. You know who I'm looking for? Is correct. I'm looking for my sister. He was not there to welcome me. Mother said, she was struggling to pursue her Bachelor's degree. My little brother is naughty. Without feeling grown up now. Time turns so fast.

*****

After a month of returning to Indonesia. More precisely to this city of mine, I still struggle to find a job that suits my diploma. Wherever the place listed opens a job vacancy, my name will definitely appear as a job applicant.

Starting from the big mall to the small supermarket I gave my application letter. Until I finally found my job. A consulting firm needs a manager. I also registered myself at the company. I wish luck would be on my side.

At first I was hesitant to sign up for that company because, as I know, it's a pretty big, well-known company. Dreaming of graduating just enrolling I don't dare. However, there is no harm in trying. I am also a scholar. I also took my job application to the company.

I've probably waited almost a month for news from the company. Because I heard the selection took a whole month. It takes a long time, but only to choose the best candidate. But it must be serepot. Really amazing company.

That day, I didn't know what had gotten into me. Suddenly, I thought of reading my incoming email. I usually check my email when I was in college. Since I graduated and came back here, I rarely open emails.

I open my email and I scroll through the message field. The content of the message is almost full of app notifications. Absolutely nil. I didn't find any important emails there. So disappointed.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on the spam field. I wonder why this spam column is full of messages. What kind of message goes into this spam column until it does not appear in the inbox message.  I read the messages one by one.

"Maa is Allah. Lots of messages coming in here. I'll see the contents of this message one by one."

I mumbled in my heart.

My eyes were fixed on a name. It says a name. Yes ... A name I almost forgot. It's called Rofie Alamsyah over there. With several emails on his behalf. Probably about ten emails.

I opened it and read the emails one by one. It turns out that it is only a link or address to apply for jobs abroad. To be honest, I'm not interested in being successful abroad. Because, even if I have a master's degree abroad, I still remain and will always return to my homeland. I want to be successful in my own country, not someone else's.

I still scroll the contents of the email message to the bottom. Until I was finally amazed by the content of the email message from the man. The content of the message is like the content when someone wants to apply for a job. More details such as a Curriculum Vitae or Indonesian language, self-history or curriculum vitae.

"God, what is this email? Self data? A habit? A hobby? God, what is all this for? Did he send it wrong?"

I kept asking in my heart what the message he sent meant. I think it's very strange.

I didn't read the email until it was over. Because I think the content of the message is strange and I do not understand the purpose and meaning of the content of the email. I ignored her email.

Until I finally found an email that changed my life by three hundred and sixty degrees. I got accepted to work at that consulting firm. My tears are pouring out. I came out and ran to find Mom and Dad. I want to tell them the good news. I really didn't expect. I'm very lucky. God is so generous to me.

*****

I ran out of the room and rushed to find Mom. I wanted to tell him immediately that I finally got a job that suits my major. It was so blossoming that my heart was. I truly thank God for all the good He has given me.

"Mother ...... Mother ..... Mother .... Where's ma?" I screamed with excitement while walking around looking for Mom's face in the kitchen, the living room to the front yard. 

There's no answer. 

Finally I rushed out and walked a glance towards the stall which was a few houses away from my house. There it looks like mom. I accelerated my footsteps and immediately followed the mother who was holding some vegetable ties.

"Mother .." I rebuked her with a big smile and a full view.

"Why Nak?" Reply to mother half in shock.

"Mother .... Day accepted to work Ms. .. so glad it feels like ma'am." Sumringah.

"Gee .... God bless you son ... God bless you." Reply Mother is no less excited.

We also hugged each other. Until it was not realized that it was stared at by other mothers who were shopping as well. I held my mother's hand and took her home. My mom did not end up shopping.

I held my mother's arm tightly. It feels so happy. I was finally able to get a job that suited my abilities. When he was walking home, he was seen standing in front of the door. Dad greeted us with a surprised face.

"Why are you smiling like that? Just won the lottery?" ask dad.

"More than the lottery well, Hockey's really Day today." I answered while chuckling.

"Why is your child mom? Tumben continued to smile from earlier I see." blas Dad softly.

"Our son is accepted to work Well. In a big company he said." replied the mother with a smile.

"God bless you, son. Happy son." replied Father as he immediately hugged me who was standing in front of the door.

"Ow ... Father ... shame. Someone will see." my whine spoiled.

"Gpa. This is Dad's son. Father's own time can't hug his son." Answer father replied.

We looked at each other and laughed, and it was really a bright day. I held my father and mother's hands and took them to look at my laptop, inviting them to read the contents of the email together. My mother only graduated from elementary school, but my mother can read and write, while my father used to go to high school or better known as High School, it's just. Dad stopped going to school for his sisters.

Although my father and mother are not from among the people are not even parents with a famous school tittle, but I am so proud to be their child. Without them I would never have been born this second. they are everything to me. Even today, they are my treasures that are priceless by the appaun in this world. They lived my life after my children.

*****

It was so far from my daydreams that I finally realized something.

Gawaiku.

[Where are you Day?] message from Pradana.

[Home Pre, what's up?] reply brief.

[Day, can you go to the office for a minute? there are urgent things you need to do. I sat down.] Reply again.

"Tumben this very Pradana sent a message like this. He's the boss instead bangtung.giddiness me." I murmured softly while raising my right eyebrow. I re-typed the message on the flat screen.

[Yes Pra, one more hour Day there.] My reply was brief.

Immediately I hurried to get up from my delicious fall. passed to the toilet and took a shower immediately.this time I chose to wear a casual suit.it feels today I am reluctant to wear a robe. I want something a little different.

I took a scuba suit and replaced the pants subordinates with an ivory-white tutu tile skirt. Using a matching scuba blazer and wearing a baby blue sleeveless casual shirt interior. this time I use a simple latte pasmina. still close the chest but more relaxed than my usual flatbed khimar. today I want to be a little different.

Arriving at the office.

"There's a message for me Ning?" tanyku to Ningrum my secretary.

"There's mom. Last Pak Pradana looking for mother.he said klo has come mother can go directly to the father's room only. once the message." he replied again.

I nodded. I put down my bag. and walked casually towards Pradana's room which was exactly a few blocks of employees from my room. I knocked slowly on the glass door.

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