Lembayung Dusk
With Mom..

Twilight

Today is the first day the punishment begins.

What should I do, huh?

To Mr. Syarif's house? but he must have come home by noon finished teaching. Meet with Rian and Dion, they are also in school.You want to study? matpel school? hahaha.it seems like later, I am still lazy.

Oh, yeah, I want a story.

Last night, for the first time I wanted to watch tv with me.Although I was sitting on the carpet and mom was sitting on the couch. And even though we were speechless, just the net of each focusing on the spectacle that I also didn't actually like, iyah. I was watching the soap opera! What the..? I have never intentionally watched soap operas. But it's okay for..

I happy? sure am!

Because he was happy, there was a spirit to memorize the prayer procedures correctly.. Because I rarely pray, there are certain parts that I forget.. There is still much I have to learn and memorize.when I look at the clock, the time has shown at 10:00 WIB.

I decided to go to the bookstore near a Mall a million people in Bandung, coincidentally the distance is also close, can be reached on foot from the apartment.

"Just go first, Mom! "I'm saying goodbye to mom.

"Dad.. " Answer him.

"Where are you going? " Task the curious mother.

"You go to the bookstore for a second ma'am.. I want to buy a book."

Mom was silent for a moment, then..

"That's.. Mommy can come along? "

"Huhuh? i-mom wants to come? "I was surprised because I was unexpected, my mother asked and wanted to come with me out of the house.

"Eh. iyah. I want to go for a walk in Bandung, you never have." Said again.

"Come ma'am.. " I am also excited.

"So soon, I'll change my clothes first."

10 Minutes passed but mother did not come out of the room, I followed to ask was ready or not.

"Mom.. "

"Senja. like her mom didn't come along. " Mom turned her face and noticed one by one her clothes.

"Mother's clothes aren't good. " Said again.

"Just use that, Mom! " Sign me to the knee-length black dress whose top is slightly open.

"But later you are ashamed of the way mom, if you wear rich clothes that. "

"Who's mom, wear a twilight jacket, yeah. or what sweater? " I said enthusiastically. I don't want to miss a chance to be close to my mom.

"hmm. yeah.."

"Bentar Dusk take the sweater first yes ma'am.. "

"Dad.. "

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Now we are both on the 2nd floor, where religious books are displayed and in the other corner books about hobbies are also fashion.

"Senja wants to look around here, ma'am. "I showed you the thick books lined up neatly.

"Dad, mom wants to see a cookbook! "

"Dad.. "

After reading some references from the synopsis..

Muhammad: His Life Based on The Earliest Sources by Martin Lings

I'm sorry God, I Nearly gave up Alfialghazi's work

Those are the two books I chose. Oh yesah.is almost forgotten, when this is the most important thing, the Qur'an.

I was still glued.I forgot how to read it how? then go through every guide book to learn and find Iqra. Yes, yes, I have to learn first from reading Iqra. My spirit.

I see, mother is choosing one of the food recipe books and sewing books.

"Have you? " Ask with a smile.

"Have.. if this is over we stop by the Mall which is across from how ma'am? "

"Mommy mind if Dusk buys clothes? "

"Huhuh? " Mom rounded his eyes.

"But if you don't want to, gapapa. "

"Can.. "

We immediately walked to the cashier and paid for the books we had selected.

While waiting for the line, I asked..

"What book did you buy? " Let's be curious.

"This mom bought a recipe book, the same sewing study guide. " Say, a little embarrassed.

"Ohh.. "

After the transaction was completed, I invited my mother to get out of the bookstore and cross the road. Enter into a Mall which is one of the big shopping centers in the city of Bandung. This mall is the oldest shopping center in Bandung.

Mother stopped her steps, while passing through several stores of Muslim clothing.See her eye beads sparkled to see the syar'i clothes on display in the model. But a moment later, the mother looks down and though the mother is hiding her. I know mom's eyes are glazed.

Then we went into the women's clothing store, mom picked out a few sets of clothes and pants.

"Mom..Go to the toilet for a minute. "

"Dad. " My mom answered briefly while picking up cotton pants and a blouse of pastel-colored flowers.

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"Have you? " I asked, astonished because the mother only held a small paper bag, and turned out to have changed clothes with the clothes she had chosen.

"Ko mom just bought that? let's pick again, ma'am.."

"Ngga. I bought this one. "

"Lho.. will you change it later how ma'am? "

"Gapapa. "

"Later the money Dusk change ya! "

"Ga need. Mother still have savings. "

"Are you really not going to buy again? "

"Ngga... yuuk now where else? " Task mom cheerfully.

I took the phone in my pants pocket, then saw the clock was showing at 13:45 WIB. Lupaa. has not prayed dzuhur.

"Mom.we're going to the mushola for a minute! I have not prayed dzuhur! "

"mhhm. uh. but mom again came by the moon. " Said. "Mother just wait on that bench! " Sign the mother on a wooden bench near the escalator.

"Dad.. " I passed away looking for the nearest musholla in this Mall.

Lord. Allow me to stay like this, be with Mom!

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Mom Twilight

Today is the first day of Dusk in suspension. He looked bored at staying home. What do my son like? what is her favorite food? what's his hobby? Mom like me? even that little thing I don't know. My brain was thinking hard how to change in order to become a mother who is caring and understanding, mumpung is in Bandung.

Last night, I was sitting on the couch watching tv.Suddenly my son came up to me and sat on the carpet, the first thing in my life. If you think about it, why when my child was so often I was angry? I did it to make Dusk better hate me, a woman like me is not worthy of being a mother.

But look. All this time it turns out that Dusk never hated, my son still respects women who have no self-esteem like me.

It hurts so much to accept this fact, to see my son is like seeing a figure I have hated all this time. Her strapping body.Even her mane and bead of amber eyes they are exactly the same. The look that led me to the deepest wound. Wounds like the Shrub Have Become Jungles...Mistakes That Can't Be Repaired.

My instincts as a mother began to grow when my son was taken by ka Nazam living in Jakarta. I was sorry. I missed. Half my soul was gone, and my neck was suffocated to realize my mistakes.

I used to think, Do I have to die? the profession that I have been in for several years has really made me Like a Snapper on the Stone, Living Segan Dead Unwilling.Living in misery for years.

Do I want to work like this? NO. I don't want to, I don't want to!

Don't let my son know!

Lord. Allow me to stay like this, be with my son for a moment!

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