Dusk Above the Horizon
It's not about us

"No mama does not like, do you not see the girl from Nabila village, village"

Mama Niar continued to complain in front of her daughter, while her hands were busy cleaning the fruits above the dishwasher, how many days her head felt like breaking when she knew Cakra, the, his favorite son married a poor girl also from the village.

imagine how she felt right now, she pressured her son into marriage, choosing the best bride-to-be to replace her dead daughter-in-law.

5 Years was enough for him to see his chakra slump in a state of being due to recalling his ex-wife.

"People who have died are unlikely to return again, stop thinking Jelita will return to the world"

"Mama will introduce you to the daughter of mama's friend, her daughter is a doctor of Cakra, will not be ashamed you can be the son of Mr. Santoso and Irma's mother, it is quite equivalent if you become the daughter-in-law of the Gunawan family"

"Mama wants to have grandchildren too, kepengen bring Grandson at each event arisan mothers with friends mama"

that's what he always told Cakra, his son to marry his chosen girl, who would have thought if the pressure passed for some time later even made Cakra say if he had found the moorings of his heart and also his future wife.

"Not the village girl is also Cakra.."

"But he's better suited to my mum Ma, preferring a housewife, not a wife who has a brilliant career that will complicate our relationship because of their respective work egos"

"if you marry the girl of your choice, your mother will never come to your wedding, take it"

and in the end what she was afraid of happened as well, Cakra just asked for Restu and actually married the village girl whom she did not know her son found him where.

not to mention that her son did not bring her or her husband but brought her brother, it was outrageous.

Mama Niar gave a rough sigh.

"how low does it seem, what less beautiful city girl? wear a women's search event in all villages"

Oceh Mama Niar again, he continued to wash the remaining scum in front of him.

He did not know how to express his disappointment and annoyance at the moment, but he naturally felt disappointed and annoyed at Cakra's decision which he considered to have crossed his limits.

how could the son have married without her permission at all, as if he did not consider her to exist and did not consider her to be a mother at all.

the heart of which mother will not be disappointed when her son suddenly gets married and brings a son-in-law to their house but they have no idea who the son-in-law is.

amid the frustration and anger of her mother, Nabila seemed silent. He chose to cut the watermelon fruit on the dining table, not making any sound at all since.

his ears had become accustomed to hearing his mother's ravings whenever things were not in the way of his mother's wishes long ago, so he should not be at all surprised by what his mother was throwing at this time.

maybe it has become the nature of a mother to their child and also the choice of their child, maybe because initially felt not in accordance with expectations but who knows attention for the sake of attention can melt the heart of a mother of her daughters-in-law.

And as biasadia already frowned with the nature of his mother, once the old woman blabbering it will continue to move on 7 derivatives, 7 climbs also 7 turns, and the, even if measured by railways gate the length may be almost the same, the, what was more terrible about her mother's bad disease while babbling was that she would never stop her babbling and continue at any period she wanted either early morning afternoon evening at either meal or hour relax or even watch TV or even play mobile phone.

what's the term? anyway so long babbling his mama he can not measure or calculate the duration of the babbling time middle-aged woman more.

"didn't you imagine if the child would one day visit and feel if he was the hostess in the Cakra residence?"

Her mother knowingly asked while stopping the movement of her hands, staring at her daughter for some time.

He looked at Nabila's face while wondering if maybe dusk would disappoint him.

"in the end, the hick still does not know themselves, once they do not know themselves" continued Mama again.

When she finally stopped her hand, she turned around and looked at her Mom for some time, a few seconds later she developed her best smile.

"Mama is praying?"

ask Nabila suddenly.

hearing her daughter's question instantly made Mama Niar pause for a moment, then she replied in annoyance.

"after eating, new prayers"

The woman answered quickly then threw away her gaze.

He thought it seemed like his rant had not been listened to by his daughter at all, so he thought it was a waste that he had spoken at length times the width of the high since earlier, so he thought it was futile that he had spoken at length times high, in the end his daughter will stay that way not listening to him and the fool instead diverts the conversation not according to his expectations.

the woman finally let out a rough sigh.

seeing the expression of his mother now Nabila finally stepped closer to his Mama, he hugged the woman slowly from behind, it suddenly made Mama Niar silent.

"Don't we know ma? it's not good to be prejudiced when we just don't know him?"

“Be away by you mostly from prejudices. Indeed part of that prejudice is bad (sin)” (Q.S. Al Hujuraat: 12).

In the Hadith, the Prophet also affirmed that:

“Keep prejudice, for prejudice is as bad as the word”.

"Enjoy it, if it's not our Right, Dusk it's our choice of chakra, it's about living the Horizon, not about living Nabila or living Bagaskara"

Nabila said as she continued to hug her Mama, calming the old woman over her anger and anxiety that she did not find beneficial.