I Finally Surrender.
Pilgrimage.

Day by day I lived together with my son.

Every day I take my son to school, before I start arranging and preparing the clothes that I have Peking and send them to the customer. Almost every day like that routine I run, I run, to find money to live.

While the Princess who works as an office employee will come to our contract at night, when she returns from the office.

If the order from out of town is a lot, willingly my best friend will help me. indirectly the princess taught me a lot how to deal with the rigors of life, as a single woman.

Where we have to be a rock, which is always strong even though hit by the waves, because life does not always go according to our expectations.

On Sunday Farhan was off school, I also intended to take him to Pilgrimage to the graves of my parents, because it had been almost a month I did not pilgrimage to the graves of my father and mother.

At first I was about to leave by riding my motorcycle, but the princess who is also on vacation wants to come with me, we also leave by using the Princess' car.

The graves of my parents were quite far away, so it took me about two hours to get there. Because we were currently riding in a princess car, then I was not too worried if my son would overheat.

Two hours later we arrived at the cemetery.

I am now squatting beside my mother's navel while offering some special prayers for the most special woman in my life, while praying I who could no longer stand the puddle of tears immediately covered my face with a scarf.

Maybe the Princess saw me crying until she stepped closer to me, my best friend then gently rubbed my back while saying.

"I believe you are a strong woman, up there your mother must be proud to see her daughter who is always able to fight up to this second" said the Princess as she gently rubbed my back.

"I'm just sorry Put, I'm sorry I was forced to leave my mother because of a man who had absolutely no respect for my presence in his life" I said in between tears.

My crying became more and more as my son started to stroke my back.

"Mama don't cry anymore!!! if mamah continues to cry, grandma must also follow sad up there. mamah do not cry anymore yes, there is a Farhan who will always accompany and keep mamah." the words of my son increasingly make me sob, because I am deeply moved by my son's words.

Fortunately, in the cemetery there were not too many people who made the pilgrimage, only a few people who were quite far from us, who were also on pilgrimage. so I don't have to be the center of attention when crying like this.

After praying beside my mother's grave, I now turn to my father's grave, which is located right next to my mother's grave.

Just as I did next to my mother's grave, I now pray beside my father's tomb next to the tomb of the man who was my first love, the father who always understood my position. a wonderful father, who never demanded much from his son.

Up to his last breath, my father always reminded us never to leave prayer.

My father is a wise father figure, a father who never distinguishes his affection for his children.The father always gives affection with the same portion of his four children.

It didn't feel like I was almost an hour beside my parents' belly button, if only the sun was getting hot on my back, maybe I didn't realize that the princess and Farhan now in the shade under the Cambodian flower tree had been waiting for a long time.

I immediately stepped over to the princess and Farhan who was now sheltering under a lush Cambodian flower tree.

"Sorry Put, it has taken you too long to wait." The same words I made to my best friend, but the princess just nodded as if understanding me.

"Alright, now we go home!!" I said, we immediately moved, but just a few steps, there arrived a voice of someone who was not a stranger.

"Auntie." I also looked towards the source of the sound.

"Arista." I didn't expect to see the girl again, let alone meet her at the cemetery.

As usual the girl came along with Omanya, and there were some big tall men who faithfully followed the girl everywhere.

"What is aunt doing here??" the girl immediately asked as she approached us.

"Tante is on a pilgrimage to Aunt's parents' grave, what are you doing here??" after answering, I asked the girl.

"Just like Auntie, Rista also made a pilgrimage to the mother's grave." hearing the girl's reply made me gawk.

"It turns out that what Madam Lena Tempo said the day was right, Rista's mother had indeed died." in my heart, who the other day was still not convinced by Rista's omanya, said, at our first meeting on the beach.

It turns out that true, what we see is not necessarily in accordance with the existing reality.

The first time I saw the girl, my thoughts were of a girl who was lucky to have a decent life, as well as getting complete affection and attention from the closest people. turns out I was wrong, all that is not as I saw, this girl even had to stay in her mother for good when she was still very young.

"Tante,,,, Aunt,,,,." The call of the girl broke my daydream about her.

"Yes, what's Rista." I asked, because I was so absorbed in daydreaming that I didn't heed the girl's words.

"Tante is daydreaming??." guess the girl.

"Not so beautiful, Aunt only remembered with her late mother Aunty" I replied reasoned.

"It just so happens that Widia boy, Auntie is really happy to see you again. Since meeting you the other day, Rista always forces Auntie to find your address" said Ms. Lena, said, when I caught up with her grandson's steps, while I could only be stunned, not believing, if a girl from the upper class wanted to meet me again who incidentally was just an ordinary person. moreover, the girl was even impressed to whine at her family to find out the address where I live.

While Putri and Farhan are now standing between us, can only ask questions in the heart, especially the Princess as an adult of course. The princess was even very curious, about who exactly the girl was and what she had to do with me.

"Tante, may not Rista ask for the address of the house Aunty, Rista wants to stop by the house of Auntie." saw the girl who looked pensive when asking, Rista wanted to stop by the house of Auntie, I did not feel until my heart told the girl my home address before we resigned.

"This is Aunt's contract address, if Rista's willing to play with Auntie's contract!!" I also gave a paper that I had written my contract address to the girl, the girl's face seemed to be beaming in series when getting my home address.

Honest in my deepest heart, I was still confused as to why that girl would like me even the first time I met her.