For My Brother and Mother
Repeated rebuke

That night Satria and I had just finished the Magrib prayer.

Outside the room, my mother also heard that she had finished her magrib prayer.

He read Surah yasin after every prayer.

At least it makes the house a little quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly the sound of the motor stopped in the front yard.

Along with that, my mother also shouted to call my stepfather.

Satria and I went out of the room.

I saw my stepfather being swept into the house by two men.

I saw his face with blood and wounds.

His hands were covered in blood.

"Astagfirullah" I said in shock.

My mother pulled him into the room.

It was laid there.

"You can bonyok like this well.?" said my mother worried.

Although my mother was always snapped by my stepfather, but my mother was very affectionate and obedient to her husband.

"I'm gpp" said my stepfather as he scrunched his forehead withstanding the pain.

Satria and I just watched it without coming closer.

We already know the reaction if we come closer.

There will only be ridicule and insults that we receive.

My mother doesn't demand more from us now.

He knew that my stepfather hated us so much even though we were right.

From the information of my stepfather's friend who drove him home.

He rode his motorcycle and suddenly fell by himself.

The streets are not crowded at all.

And he said my stepfather fell off his bike hard enough to hit the highway.

Which left half of his body covered in wounds and blood.

After my stepfather's friend came home, little did I hear my mother advising my stepfather while treating his wounds.

"Maybe this is a rebuke from Allah well, repent, correct your attitude" said my mother, giving red medicine to her wound.

It was not that he realized he had become so and turned angry at my mother.

"I'm not wrong.!!, this is also not a reprimand.!!, making a point for you, you just want me to be good at your son anyway.!!", he yelled snapped my mother.

"Astagfirullah, always negative thoughts come out of your brain, whatever, may God still love us long life" said my mother.

"You swear I'm dead.!!", exclaimed my stepfather.

My mother without speaking left him with all that chatter.

It is better to avoid having to face someone like him, my mother murmured inwardly.

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It took a long time for my stepfather to recover from that calamity.

Maybe about 1 month he was just at home.

A day has made hot ears, let alone a month.

I was just patient, complaining was useless, I murmured inwardly.

"Silver child, sick parents can not take care, less a*ar", he said every time I passed in his room.

Though the food he ate, the clothes he wore I took care of everything.

He pretended to be blind and denied everything.

A few months after he started to get healthy and work again.

There was a disaster that happened to him.

This time he fell off his bike again, but this one he just rode his old fashioned onthel bike first.

He did not want to ride a motorcycle anymore because he was afraid of falling again.

But God is not ridho.

He fell back despite wearing an old onthel bicycle.

Even this time his face was covered in wounds and blood upon returning home.

Not yet he realized, that it was indeed a reprimand like my mother warned him.

His attitude remains unchanged, especially now he is not only hostile to me and Satria, but also to the neighbors.

So that no neighbors would chat with him anymore.

Even just visiting her when she is sick.

A few months later, he was working as usual.

Arriving one afternoon, he came home in the bell by his coworkers to the house.

My mother was even more shocked when she saw her condition.

His body was in good condition without injuries, he did not fall off the bike again.

But even worse, he went home with a stroke half body.

Which makes it difficult to walk normally and difficult to regulate half of his body.

My mother tried to treat it medically and herbal.

Of course, the part of maintaining his diet and cleanliness was given to me.

Actually I don't want to, but if my mother asks I can't turn her down.

"Well, how many times have you been rebuked by God, not your capok.??, all your diseases come without symptoms and reasons" said my mother enlightened her mind.

"You better be quiet than just discussing the subject of doom with me" exclaimed my stepfather as he went to sleep in his bed.

"Astagfirullah, it's hard to change you, not once remember the age" said my mother left him in the room alone.

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Sometimes a rebuke from God can be anything.

It depends on whether we are sensitive or not to accept it.

Do not ignore a reprimand.

Because if God still wants to rebuke us, it means he still hopes more for us his people.

Greetings to all, race lombalah we improve life while still given the opportunity.

...Keep strong-watch your faith...