
Packed
Time passed, I passed my days as usual. My relationship with Afif mas is also good - fine and running properly.
So far, I haven't returned. If I miss, only his voice is heard on my phone as a cure for my longing.
This time, my mother told me that she had given birth.
I was very surprised and curious about it.
I wonder what gender my sister is. I was surprised to arrive - my mother called it turned out she had given birth.
God was very good to me.
God still wants our family together. God still allows me to have a complete family.
God granted prayers at the end of each of my prostrations.
Well I'm very happy. Eventually, she gave birth to a son.
This news makes me very happy.
But that doesn't make you change much. You are still indifferent to mother, still being cold to mother.
If the other will be very attentive if the wife has given birth, because she knows the struggle of giving birth to her offspring is the life of the stakes, he said,
Not to mention the incredible pain.
But that doesn't apply to my father. It's something that makes me feel less and less at ease thinking about it.
What about mom?
Then who took care of him?
Giving birth takes time to recover.
Who helped him.
The questions kept spinning in my head, making me very sad.
Because I don't calm down thinking about my mother.
This year's class, I was faced with two choices that made me more dizzy and confused.
How not, I have to choose between staying or joining the mother.
I really miss my mother, I want to see my sister too, not to mention I always think about the situation of mother. I was worried about my mother, she was far away there alone away from her relatives, where my father had no attention anymore. Who accompanies my mother to face the nature of the father that makes heartache?
On the other hand I will part with my friends and leave Afif mas. I will be away from Afif mas, this is what makes me very heavy to choose.I also have to change schools there, it means I have to adapt to a new environment, new people.
Finally with a very - very heavy heart I have to choose this option. I choose to follow my mother, it means I will leave the solah, friends and the idol
Well I chose my mother and had to leave you. I'm sorry, I'm really, really hard to choose.
It is with a heavy heart that I make this choice. Not because I don't love you, but my love for my mother is greater. You are a very important person in my life. You are equally important.
But it was my mother who had bet my life to bring me to see and know the world. She's everything to me. He is my world and my happiness.
You are a good man, I'm sure you understand my decision.
I will be picked up by my father, during class break later.
Long before you came, I was packing. I choose, sort out what I should carry and what I should not carry. On the sidelines of the time I pack, my mind can not be separated from the mas Afif. I called Afif, asked him to meet for the last time.
" Waalaikumsalam deck."
Hearing her voice made my tears shed unstoppable right. I wanted to run and hug him right now.
*Ma*s sorry I had to choose this option, choose your death. I choose to go. It's a very difficult choice mas, I have to choose between you and mother, actually it's very heavy for me, you who accompanied me all this time. Always there for me, to be a booster when I'm at my toughest.
Until now, it was you who always painted a smile in the middle of my cries.
Distance will separate us. If I miss you, I can no longer see you.
How long we can meet again. I will miss you so much.
" Hello deck? how is diem? no papa, right? don't worry about the deck. "
" Yes mas. I'm not papa, I'm sorry."
" Are you really not papa?"
" Yes, I'm not papa,"
" It must be crying, right? "
" Not really mas. You know where I cry?"
" You know, what the hell I don't know about you deck, you must be sad right, we are the same because my heart is now so, feel what you feel. "
" I'm sorry. I have to make this choice, sorry I chose to leave you, it's a very difficult choice. I chose this not because I don't love you, I just don't want to leave you there alone, believe me. I love you so much mas. "
" I know the deck, not papa. I believe it is the same. If I were you, I would probably make the same choice. That's a sign adek very loving mother, the woman is indeed everything deck, can not be compared with anything. I'm lucky to know you who love and respect a mother.
Distance will only separate us deck, but my love and heart still remain there will still love you wherever you are. I believe the deck, wherever we are we will still look at the same sky. "
" I don't know when we'll meet again. "
" Let this distance test our loyalty and love deck."
" It hurts too much."
" It's the deck, but this is what we have to live. "
" Let's fight the same - same deck. Consider this the test of our love. Until the time that the Lord sets, may we remain in the circle of still loving each other. "
" Amin mas's. I want to see you one last time before I leave. Can anyway? "
" Of course deck, I'll be at your house tomorrow. When did you get here on deck? "
" The day after tomorrow mas kayak, ibuk not yet ngabarin again. "
" Oh, didn't you just ask Dad? "
" males, hehehe.Ya not continue to pack first yes mas, I wait tomorrow at home. "
" Yes adek, later if you have finished packing, continue to eat yes. "
" Yes my mamas, yes assalamualaikum. "
" Neylorda."
After I ended my call, I continued packing again. I deliberately pack now so that later not to hunt and so that no items are left behind. There are enough things that I will bring.
I was so busy packing I forgot the time. It was late afternoon, I immediately finished my activities, so that I could rest immediately. Packing all day is exhausting.