For My Brother and Mother
Grandpa why..??

Azam as usual playing ball next to the house in the afternoon.

Many other children are gathered here, playing together while waiting for their time to go to teach.

Azam accidentally kicked the ball too hard.

The ball rolled into my stepfather's cattle.

Azam immediately ran to get it.

His steps stopped for a moment, the ball was in front of his grandfather who was sitting observing his cattle.

Azam was silent without a sound, and so was my stepfather.

Azam unceremoniously took the ball and went out from before him.

Azam immediately kicked the ball at his friend.

The game started again.

"Come on..!!" said a friend encouraging Azam.

Azam suddenly stopped his game.

His gaze was on a friend who was passing by the house with his grandfather riding a bicycle together.

Azam's smile faded.

"I rest first huh", said Azam throwing a ball at a friend beside him.

And ran towards me.

He sits beside me.

Like there was something he was craving.

"Why zam...??" said I stroked her hair.

"What's wrong" he lowered his gaze.

"Don't lie to you" I told him to talk.

Azam was silent for a moment and looked at me.

He then pointed to his classmate who was seen passing in front of the house.

"Mom see..??" said Azam did not take his eyes off the highway.

"Why zam.???, did you see, that's your schoolmate right.?., her name is Rosi", I still don't understand.

I began to understand what Azam was going to tell me.

Naturally he asked, after all he clearly had a grandfather like his friend. But he did not feel what other friends felt.

The love of a grandfather.

"Azam envied Rosi.??" I said.

"Not really buk, I've never taught Azam to be grateful for what Azam has, but...??" said Azam did not continue his words.

"But what is Zam.??", I said provoked him so that he could be more open to me in every way.

"Azam also has a grandfather, to envy Azam actually also has a grandfather, but why grandfather like that.??" said Azam.

I was confused to answer what, actually I already know, when Azam grew up he would ask this.

"Azam.., it's okay that grandfather behaved so much Azam, but it would be better if Azam thought more about how to be a good grandson, regardless of how he behaved to Azam", I told him.

"Does grandfather hate Azam.??" he said still curious.

"No zam, your grandfather did not hate you but hated your mother and father" I said in my heart.

I really want to say it.

But my heart was not there, Azam was a child, he had nothing to do with this.

I took a long breath.

"No Zam, grandfather does not hate Azam, he may have a lot of thoughts, better Azam play with friends again yes", I said comforting him.

Azam smiled again.

He followed my advice, he ran and entered the arena again.

He has a complete family, but he does not get the love he deserves from a grandfather to his grandson.

My eyes are glassy.

If I were alive, Azam would have spoiled you until I was angry to see you always pampering your grandson.

My mother would never cry again, nor would she have to work hard all day.

Mother also does not have to be alone to think about the fate of her children in the future, I murmured in my heart.

My gaze was fixed on the twilight sky above me.

May you always give happiness to my family, O God, I murmured in my heart.