
I have no memories of Mom. At just one year old, my mom left the world. When asked how I felt, I was obviously sad. I envy my friends whose parents are complete. If you go to school between the two, taken the report card, continue to like to show off the story yesterday to do it with his parents.
Lha me? Who berganterin school if not aunty yes aide Papa, make a school because of a report card aja should bring a company of TNI troops, make a school because, and there is no story of my vacation spent with Papa because Papa is always busy with his work. Pathetic right? It's sad when viewed from my perspective. But now, the memories are actually a sweet story for me, because it turns out I can survive facing this world even without the presence of a mother. And it makes me proud of myself.
Kendra's hand suddenly rubbed my cheek which was flooded with tears. "Why am I crying?"
Kendra frowned, "Kok even nanya? The one who cried out to you" he replied.
"Yes yes.. How I cry. What is disturbed. I have memories of Mama. Why is it crying all of a sudden" I said to myself. But deep down I understand, I cry because I do not have any memories to mourn.
Gently Kendra rubbed my hair, brought me closer to Mama's headstone, and said, "Sorry Auntie, come here I even make a beautiful Auntie's son cry."
"No Mama, not Kendra who makes Sasa cry. Don't be hired Ma, Kendra" I ngebelain the Mamas.
Eh, even in court, "Tante's son can be very funny gini anyway. Make me love Tan"
"No aunt, I'm not that perfect. But for Sasa, I will try to give my best. Therefore, today we are here to ask for blessing, soon I want to marry Aunt's son"
"Mom can't dislike Kendra. Sasa will be sad. Anyway Mama must give my blessing" I timpal. "No kayak Papa at that time cooked as if Sasa's soul mates, right Sasa love just the same Kendra. I will be angry with Papa Ma. If I need the jewer's ear." I complain.
After some vague pleasantries in front of Mama's headstone, Kendra guided me to recite prayers for Mama. The handsome part bacain his verses, I'm just amen-amin in the back. After not knowing what he read, all I understand is that Al-Fatihah is the same Qulhu-Qulhu and Rabbifirli nyempil.