I Finally Surrender.
Mother operation.

Half an hour after I arrived at the boarding house my husband arrived.

I deliberately waited for him to rest for a while because I knew my husband must be tired all day working.I presented him a cup of sweet tea to quench thirst, I said, after a while later I saw my husband starting to be able to chat I also intended to express my mother's request this afternoon to him.

At first I was afraid but by gathering all the courage in myself I finally decided to express my mother's request, although I was sure if she would definitely refuse raw raw.

"Mas I want to say something." I said heartily so as not to provoke his anger, because the slightest mistake I accidentally made could be fatal, because he would definitely be furious. the aftermath of my mother and father will definitely carry over in our problems.

"What's wrong??" his gaze immediately poked at me, seeing my husband's gaze almost chirped me, but I quickly regained the courage to speak. all I did for the woman who had bet my life gave birth to me into this world, which was in my heart when it was not to sacrifice that small for my mother, to sacrifice even my life was willing.

"Mas, at this time my mother is sick, the condition of the mother is getting worse and worse I want to be able to take care of her, I happen to be asking us to return home" I said heartily.

My husband's answer was beyond my expectations.

"Actually I don't want to go back there, but I also can't bear to hear the condition of mother, no matter how she is still your real mother. nor do I want to make you an ungodly child who doesn't care about the mother who has brought you into the world." I am deeply moved to hear my husband's answer, that is the weakness of my heart I am even quickly moved by small things, let alone things like this.

"Thank you" I kissed the back of my husband's hand, so glad I heard the answer.

Just now feeling happy, my husband arrived to apply if we have to return to my parents' house.

"But I want to make a condition." My husband's words were able to make the smile on my lips fade.

"What condition do you want??" I asked him.

"If we go back to your parents' house, I don't want your parents to interfere too much with our domestic affairs." With the rest of my husband said so, I'm afraid, without realizing that the one who has been meddling in many of our household problems is his mother.Even our quarrels are not infrequently caused due to the incitement of his mother, he said, but not wanting my husband to change his mind and not want to go back to my parents' house, I was forced to agree to the terms of my husband. with the intention of tomorrow I will go to my parents' house and talk about my husband's request to my parents, especially my mother.

A week later after I spoke about the terms my husband and my mother had agreed to this morning I was preparing to return to my parents' house.

During the move to my parents' house Alhamdulillah, my husband's sustenance was increasingly wide open, until a few years later we could buy a plot of land to be able to build a dream house that I had long dreamed of.

Long story short five years later we could build a dream house, but we have no intention of moving at all to the new house, considering my mother who has diabetes must immediately do amputation surgery, because if not immediately amputated my mother's finger then the wound on her finger will make all the tissue on her foot die.

During my mother's illness, I never showed my sadness in front of my mother, I always showed a smile in front of my mother, but when my mother was lying on the recovery bed post-surgery, I really can no longer hold back my tears.Tears that I have long withstood now slide freely wet my cheeks.

I kissed all parts of my mother's face, with tears that couldn't stop breaking up. Especially when I smiled at me, as if asking me to stay patient and stop crying.

Behind my husband's ugly attitude, I was still grateful at that time because he helped my mother's medical expenses.it was also without his mother's knowledge, because if his mother found out, if until his mother knew, I don't know what he's gonna do to me.

After a week in hospital after surgery, my mother was allowed to go home by a doctor. before returning home one of the nurses even taught me how to care for post-operative wounds of amputation as well as the cleaning of dead cells caused by diabetes. even the nurse taught me how to inject insulin into my mother's body before she wanted to eat, and it had to be done three times a day.

All I learned in the hope that my mother could return to health as usual.In my prayer I always addressed a special prayer for the recovery of my mother, I said, up to eight months later all surgical incision scars on the mother's legs were completely healed. but when I wanted to petrify my mother to be able to walk again because for the last eight months my mother had to sit in a wheelchair. but unfortunately when practicing walking my mother did not even have the strength to support her weight.

So that makes my hope all this time destroyed, not because I do not want to care if my mother is no longer able to walk, but I think more about my mother's feelings.her feelings must be destroyed when she knows she is no longer able to walk, but I think more about my mother's feelings, let alone walk standing even my mother is no longer able to support her body.

In every prostration I prayed that God might one day work a miracle for my mother's healing.

As a husband, my father can only help me take care of his wife despite smiling, but I know my father's heart is also no less broken with my heart when he sees our loved ones in such conditions at that time.

But my father always said,

"all the favors in us are his until the time comes when he will take them from us. Maybe that's what your mother should feel right now, son, do not be sad about the destiny that has been set for us, do not forget to be grateful for the blessings of others." my father's words have always been a strength to me in caring for the extraordinary woman who has bet my life gave birth to me into the world.

Every day I live my life taking care of my little family and taking care of my mother.

When I was busy caring for my sick mother, my husband often came home in the morning.not that I did not want to know where he went but I did not want him to run amok when asked like that. because I was worried that my mother's condition would return badly, if I heard we had a storm.

During my mother's hospitalization eight months ago not even my mother-in-law came to visit, to just encourage her iron.