For My Brother and Mother
Beautiful, even if only in a dream
I opened my eyes, though,
There was a scene in front of me that made me interested in approaching him.
I look carefully, though,
A little girl sleeps comfortably in bed.
A face that looks calm and without burden.
The morning light rays enter through the window.
The air still feels fresh and cold.
Make the girl pull the blanket and go back to sleep.
On the other hand, someone opened the door from outside the room.
Klikkkk....
The faintest looking man I remember his face.
"Dad.!!", I called to him, who seemed to be unable to see me.
The man approached little Kinara, which was me.
All I realized was that the little girl who was fast asleep was me when I was a kid.
He stroked the little Kinara hair.
Trying to wake him.
Little Kinara didn't seem to react with her father.
Her father started kissing her so that little Kinara would wake up soon.
Little Kinara started to piqu and finally opened her eyes.
"Yahhhhh.???, today is not Sunday.", said little Kinara closed his eyes again.
"Ehhh, father's son do not sleep again, it is indeed Sunday, but not the reason we have to sleep all day right...??" said the father opened the small Kinara blanket.
I just smiled at the sight.
I don't know what the view is, but I really enjoyed it.
"Dad wants to take you to sell, want.??" said Dad whispered to little Kinara.
Immediately, little Kinara opened her eyes and hurriedly sat down with her sweet smile.
"Yes right.???, riding a motorcycle cart...??" said little Kinara hugging his father.
"Hahaha, yuk is ready, we're leaving soon, okay" said Dad, taking little Kinara out of the bathroom to take a shower.
While it looks Kinara keeps telling me everything along the way to the bathroom to Dad.
I smiled and did not feel my tears.
How happy I looked at that time.
I followed them too.
Dad bathed me, combed my hair, joked with me, even bribed me to eat.
We also joked with the mother who was still active in her kitchen.
What a beautiful moment.
Dad carried a little Kinara, sat her in the middle of his motorcycle cart.
Today they will trade crackers around the village village.
Although not a special holiday but the little Kinara looks very happy along the way.
They keep the crackers in the stall until there is not one left.
"Well the crackers are gone" said little Kinara looking tired and yawning.
It doesn't feel like it's afternoon.
"Thank God our fortune today, let us go home" said Father riding his motorcycle cart to the front of the house.
"Assalaammualaikum", said Dad opened the door of the house.
"Walaikumsalam, already home sir" said the mother out of the kitchen.
"It's open" said Dad heading to Kinara's little room.
Mom followed from behind.
Dad put little Kinara to bed.
The little girl looked happy even with something simple.
"Sir, Kinara has eaten.??" said the mother.
"Udah buk, the father bought fried rice for him, he ate when the father stayed to serve customers" said the father.
"Then you've eaten.??" asked the mother to close the room curtain.
"Not yet open, it was not perfect" said the father enveloped little Kinara.
"Yeah, yukk ma'am ready, I happen to have prepared dinner" said the mother out of the small Kinara room.
"Growing up, baby, take care that you may not be there anymore" said the father kissed Kinara's little forehead and went out to the dining room.
I listened to my father's words.
How I wanted to hug her again.
How much I miss him.
How I miss that kind of atmosphere.
I didn't know what God's plan was for me, so he had to take my father that fast.
Even I still need a father figure until now.
In my tears I heard Satria's voice.
"Darling...??, hey awokenn.!!!" satria surprised me.
I opened my eyes immediately.
I look around me.
I realized that it was just a dream.
A dream from my wonderful past memories with Dad.
My crying then broke.
Satria was scared and hugged me.
"Heyyy, Kinara..??, istigfar, why...?" said Satria to calm me down.
"Don't leave me and Azam, like my father left me and my mother first" I cried.
"O Allah, what a dream you have.!!, said Satria wiping my tears.
"I don't want Azam to feel what I feel Mas" I said as much as I liked.
"Dadah ya baby, do not cry, I promise you will not leave you with Azam, pray that my life is long and can be the same you continue to yes" said Satria again hugged me.
"It hurts a lot" I said as much.
"Udah, we better pray tahajud yes, mumpung still at 1 pm, you calm yourself with prayer, okay", said Satria memapahku standing and invite me to take water ablution.
I pray and pray for my family's safety.
This is the only treasure I have.
Do not let there be another child who feels growing up without a parent figure, especially living with parents.
I'm enough.
My dream is a dream.
But it's really beautiful.
It was as if God was treating my longing for Father and his affection.