MY FACE IS NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS MY HEART
THE EPS 11

On the day

it was Eid day and we were difficult

looking for midwives or shamans to have children because it is a big day and many

closed up. Until our neighbor has a guest, he happens to be a midwife

and help your mother to do that emergency normal thing. Ye

born when the morning adhan is precisely born after 1 day of eid al-fitri.

I was so sorry that, I couldn't

help your mother to take him to the hospital. He whined and complained

that he was in pain and was no longer strong.

“ Mba I'm not strong, Take me to the hospital, I'm not strong mba...”.

I could only wipe his sweat and answer

crying in front of him

“ mba not even money for you to seek treatment, especially mamak already sell bracelets

giving the father for you to come home here, sorry mba ndu can not bring

you to hospital”.

Mother could only embrace him in death ready to embrace his fragile body. He just

smiling and trying to talk with difficulty

“Mba my daughter right.. to.long, Take care of her and keep her out of her father's reach. Take my son as far as possible. And take care of all my daughter's sons with your heart, Salam to my daughter when she grows up that her mother did not intend to die. And tell him that I

it will always be with his steps and I will pray and plead between my death

I have no regrets about giving birth to her and I have no regrets about being married to her

his father until he and his brother, I pray that he always be

it was the twilight that started all the good for everyone around him. Mba please

when he asked his father, answer what it is and readiness of heart and mind yes

mba. Tell her I love her so much until my last breath”.

Your mother breathed her last with her calm and peaceful smile.

If you ask me how your father was when your mother was, the answer is in the letter

a little letter your mother wrote to you, son.

Povibu aci Off

I stared at my mother's vortex with eyes that were endlessly shedding tears. And

my heart is a little relieved at the clarity about my father who is still there and

not intentionally or unintentionally accepting me, but destiny and circumstances

it happened what he had to do.

“Bu I say goodbye first, Sorry I always say

my anger at you is like this. I don't know who I'm supposed to feed it to

when it's like that. Ma'am.., if it is in your letter I am not allowed

meeting my father then I will leave his life and rearrange my heart

this destroyed one slowly.”

I walked ahead of the little lady who was still in front of my mother's maelstrom. Paddy

rubbing my mother's tombstone by implying something on her face .

“Nduek view…. Your daughter becomes a strong figure and not easily fragile

just like that, I will open the veil that you have been covering up all this time

people take your son's hand, the veil where you just come and go

when it.”

“Bu come on.. We go home to the mallem and we still haven't prepared all her, Son.

waiting for us.”

Pov author..

Without them realizing it now someone is monitoring them from the other direction and iru

never leave from the beginning of dusk come until bu aci comes. He took

all pictures of every twilight and bu aci movement. And send it to someone

he told her to always monitor the tomb.

“Bos .. I've sent everything. There is today

a girl and mother mother mother part of the bayah.”

……. ….

“Iya boss..

the guardian of the tomb that they are dusk and bu aci, the family of the mistress arumi.”

….. …..

“Good my boss will investigate this as late as”

Off author

DUSK HOUSE…

We are clean and do activities to report all our activities to the creator who we always ask for and give whatever he gives to us. After that I was called by the lady to give a small letter written by my mother.

I also received it with glassy eyes. And the lady embraced me tightly.

“Nak..

''to accept anyone in your heart”.

Then she came out of my room and closed my door, I stared at the box with trembling hands and opened the box with the words.

“FOR MY DAUGHTER”.

I opened the box and saw my mother's photo

and a picture of a boy I've been looking for his whereabouts. That photo

it was my brother, who was long separated from me. I opened a little letter from my mother that contained,

“utnuk……..

my son, when you first opened this letter, I prayed for your heart

made peace with the situation and heartened for everything. Mom will

tell you about your father's mother and your brother. But before that

I'd like to say that mom begged for your forgiveness, begged for your mercy

pray for you here and always to remember you in every attraction

your breath. I'm sorry I wasn't in your sight, sorry I couldn't continue

life mom sorry also mom can not give you first education sorry

I can't be there for you to complain, I'm sorry I can't be that person

first to embrace you in your fragile state, but I've been looking

the right person for you, I leave you to your second mother, that is

mom sister son. You can hate you can close your heart to sorry

this mother. But you should know mom doesn't regret giving birth to you and mom

proud of you being a great woman and always strong for all this.

I'm not gonna forget all this, and if you want to know your father was silent,

You can answer it with the book you put into one with this little letter.

My son, I love you so much with all my heart, my son, I'm willing to die for your life

son, Mother.. Go and never come back, but mom will always be there

step and take your breath. My son I love you so much…..

Being a strong and smart woman and being sincere to anyone.

Thank you for fighting with my mother at this time.

My son's mother's gone…..

Love Arummi

 I read this letter as if my breath had halted. My mother is still

I had written this at the time of his death. I am like a child who is not

know yourself, even I'm cursing her in front of her navel. Because of that destiny

toying with us, I'm getting curious about my mother telling me

the figure of my father I've been looking for all this time. I opened the box again to search

the book that my mother had read, and found the book, had worn out its color

and it has almost become a less pleasing shred of eyes.

I opened the book slowly, and read the sheet by sheet telling the story

my mother lived her life to scavenge the fortune that lived her.

Up to the 10th page I saw a very strange name in the vision

and my hearing, MARDIAN SMITH, was the beginning of the tenth paper.

I opened it and read it.

“I'm determined to work in this city and scavenge

a good fortune for my son. I went and came to town B at 6

early in the morning, I've pocketed an address that accepts me for

working as a waitress in a fast food restaurant. Even if it's just a waiter

but his salary is good enough to support my son. I also work without

getting tired and sending the results to my mother to finance my son.

6 Months I've been working in this town, until I

met a man who sat leaning on an existing power pole

in front of the restaurant I work. He was like in pain and enduring pain in the area

her chest. I approached him and when I saw his pale expression

and not strong to endure her pain".

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