My face is not as pretty as my heart
THE EPS 11
On that day it was Eid day and we were difficult
looking for midwives or shamans to have children because it is a big day and a bannyak
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 scant and 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
by crying bitterly in front of him “ mba not even money nduek for you to seek treatment,
moreover, my mom sold bracelets
giving the father for you to come home here, forgive mba nduek can not bring
you're in hospital.” Mother can only embrace him in death ready to
grabbing his fragile body. He just smiled and tried to talk
with difficulty he spoke
“mba my daughter is.. to.long, take care of her and.
keep out of his father's reach. Take my son as far as possible. And take care of all
my daughter's son with your heart, greet my daughter when she grows up that
his mother did not mean to leave him. 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
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 his heart and mind
mba. Tell her I love her so much until my last breath”. Your mother too
his last exhale was with his calm and peaceful smile.
If you ask me how your father was when
your mother at that time, the answer was in a small letter written by your mother
for you son.
Off Pov mom aci
I stared at my mother's vortex with eyes without
stop shedding tears. And my heart is a little relieved of the clarity about
my father is still there and not intentionally or unintentionally accept me,
but fate and circumstances that occur that must be done.
“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. Ms …. If it's in your letter I'm not allowed
meeting my father then I will leave his life and rearrange my heart
this destroyed one slowly.”
I walked ahead of the aci bu that was still him
in front of my mother's vortex. Bu aci rubbed my mother's tombstone by implying
something on his 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
take care of your son's hands, the veil where you come and go
when it.”
“bu come on.. We go home to the mallem and we still
haven't prepared all her , son's waiting for us.”
Pov author..
Without them knowing now someone is monitoring
they are from the other direction and the iru people never move from the beginning of twilight to come
until the aci came. He took all the pictures of every twilight and bu movement
aci. And sent it to someone who told him to stay
always monitor the tomb.
“bos .. I have 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 boss I'll investigate this as late as”
Off author
DUSK HOUSE…
We are clean and doing activities
and give us whatever he gives us. After that I was called
ma'am to give me a little letter written by my mother.
I also received it with glassy eyes. And ma'am
aci embraced me tightly. “nak.
make peace with your past and start with a new one and spread your heart
to accept anyone in your heart.”
Then she came out of my room and closed the door
my room, I stared at the box with trembling hands I opened the box that
says “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 open a little letter from my mom
which contains,
“utnuk
my daughter……..
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 want to say that mother 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, I'm sorry I couldn't go on
life mom sorry also mom can not give you first education sorry
I can't be there for you to complain, sorry I can't be that person
first to embrace you in your fragile state, but mother has sought
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 won't forget about all this, and if you want to know your father,,..
you can answer it with a book that you put into one with a small letter
these.
My child, mother loves you so much with all my heart
my son, I would die for your life
son, mother …. Go, and never come back, but you'll 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 I were my breath
halted in isolation. My mother still had time to write this at the time of her death
nya. I'm like a selfless child, even I cursed him in front
her navel. Because fate is playing us, I'm getting curious about
my mom's gonna tell me about my dad's figure I've been looking for all this time. I opened
again the box was to search for the book my mother had read, and find the book
that, the color was worn out and it had almost become a less palatable flake
viewed.
I opened the book slowly, and read
sheet by sheet that tells me my mother lived her life to
he scavenged the wind that lived him. Up to the 10th page I saw
a very strange name in my sight and hearing, MARDIAN SMITH that was the beginning of the tenth paper. I open up
and read.
“ I am 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 had pocketed an address that accepted me to
working as a waiter at 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
mengnal was tired and sent the proceeds to my mother to pay for the children
my kid.
6 Months I worked alone 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 the pain
her chest. I approached him and when I saw his pale expression
and not strong to endure her pain.