Love Coiled Stains
My hero mother

"Assalamualaikum" said someone from outside the house.

"That must be Arga's son" Guess my mother out of my room to the living room to welcome her future daughter-in-law.

"Wa'alaikumsalam. please enter nak Arga" Welcome mother open the door and let Arga enter the house.

"Thank you" answered her flatly.

Arga looked around my boarding house, which he felt a little uncomfortable probably seeing the condition of my very simple house. It is very different from its luxurious home.

This is the first time Arga has come to my house. It was like someone who had just come to visit. Of course, look at the condition of my house.

Mother smiled wryly looking at the young man in front of her observing the surroundings of the room. A sense of inferiority also appeared in the mother's heart. Arga is a rich man and we are simple. The sky and earth are very different.

"For a moment, son. I called Rea first" Mother passed by and left Arga still busy observing the room of my house.

Hearing mom want to call me Arga just a little smile in response.

"Darling, son Arga has arrived. Are you ready?" Ask mom to come sit on my bed watching me who is justifying my hijab.

"Good buk" I said still with an expression that I could hardly describe myself.

"Still doubtful buk" answered me flatly.

"Why doubt?"

"Doubt if Arga's parents don't like me buk"

"Darling, listen to mom" Mom held both shoulders asking me to stare inside her eyes.

"It's hard that Arga's parents like you and accept you with open arms. They don't recognize you. But with time they will surely like you and accept you with open arms. I'm sure you can get through this. With Arga willing to take responsibility and her parents agreeing to propose to you next week, it's a good start to your closeness and both parents. I'm sure you can love to keep your spirit up" said the mother, peeping at the top of my head

Mother's advice is a little to make this heart calm. However, a child desperately needs the figure of a mother as his self-excitement. Even though they are big or have a household. Still the figure of the mother will never be replaced by anything. Mother has an important role for her children.

"Thank you buk. Thank you for always supporting me even though I let my mom and dad down" I said tightening my arms.

"Beloved, it is impossible for mothers to be silent to see their children like this. No one let us down, son. It's all fate to us. Because we are capable, God gives this kind of trial. Together we can face it, baby" Mom's back peeping my head.

I smiled happily at the sweet words coming out from the middle-aged woman whom I love and respect so much. The first woman to hold me and raise me was full of affection and meekness. A woman who's always at the forefront when I'm in trouble. And the woman who always cried hurt the most when I was hurt. That's my mother my hero.