
"Here happy - there happy. Where - where my heart is happy."
Arsy sings happily in the car after being allowed to come along.
"Arsy sat down, dear."
pinta Alfa is driving.
"Alsy wants to sing Pa."
The boy did not say R.
"Just sing it while you sit down, baby."
"Yes Pa."
Arsy sat in the back with her baby sister. Oma sat in front beside Alfa who was driving but her eyes looked blank looking ahead.
"Ma.."
Call Alfa who feels her mother is daydreaming.
"Ma..."
Alfa grabbed the hand of the mother and made her realize from her daydream.
"Yes Alfa why."
Alfa smile.
"Why don't you daydream this afternoon."
Her mother smiled but looked heavy on her lips and her tears slid on their own.
"Mama, don't cry."
Alfa clasped Mama's hand with one hand holding the steering wheel.
Mama Ana wiped her tears and smiled towards Alfa.
Finally they reached their destination, Alfa stopped her car and opened the car door.
He came out and opened the car door for his mother.
"Please Ma."
Alfa leads her Mama into the final resting area and there are many headstones as a sign of their beloved family.
Arsy and her sisters are asked to wait in the car alone, Alfa and Mama Ana who get in there.
Arriving at a pusara written the name of Bagas Nur Fahmi, Mama Ana and Alfa sat beside the tombstone.
"Father.. hiks... Mama came Pa same Alfa."
Mama could not bear to not cry anymore, she still very much lost her beloved husband who had accompanied her for 40 years.
Just two weeks ago her husband had to go home after struggling with his illness that has attacked him for approximately 2 years.
"Pa... Mama misses."
Mama Ana cries, Alfa can only rub the back of the Mother.
"Ma, we pray for Papa that Mama continues to cry like this pity Papa there Ma."
Mama Ana nodded her head, Alfa offered a prayer for her beloved Papa and was assured by Mama Ana.
Papa is a figure who is highly respected by the figure of a Papa who became a role model of an Alpha can achieve success now.
Finished praying Mama and Alfa sprinkled flowers on top of the navel.
Mama Ana told me in the Pusara of the Husband.
"Ma, we want maghrib to go home."
Mama Ana looks still heavy to leave her husband's navel, Alfa also leads him to the car to go home because the day will also be late at night.
Arriving at the car Arsy was waiting for him.
"Oma, to where the ciapa is."
Mama Ana smiled and kissed her first grandchild's forehead.
"Oma look up Opa Darling."
"Opa to sulga Oma."
the babble of his grandson maker could not stand the tears were escaped just like that.
"Let's go home, baby, get in the car we're going home."
"Yes Pa."
Alfa immediately drove her car back to get home.
Mama indeed felt very lost a husband who became the focus of her life.
The figure of a Papa who is a role model for his children, A priest always reminds to worship the almighty.
Arriving at the house adzan maghrib berumagang Alfa immediately brought his car into the garage and they immediately went down.
"Some where."
Amel has worried about his son who went unselfish earlier with his omana.
"Mama.."
Arsy ran to his mother who was sitting in a wheelchair.
"Arsy from nowhere, same Oma and Papa."
Amel kissed his little daughter.
"Alsy from the side of Opa, Opa di sulga ya Ma."
The child's chatter made Amel think back to the figure of the Papa.
Papa for Amel is a reinforcement in his life so that he can get through all his problems and can survive as hard as this time.
"Let's go in, baby."
Mama Ana invites her children and grandchildren into the house.
Alfa pushes her brother's wheelchair while Amel holds Omanya's hand.
"You shower Alpha clean our bodies pray."
pinta The Mama.
"Yes Ma, Alfa lives first Brother."
Amel nodded his head, Alfa was a brother who loved him very much he was always there when he was down.
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Who is this Amel yes 😥😥😥😥