My Love Is Just For You
Parents' Advice to Their Children

"This "feeling of longing is so unbounded

But self-realized not worth conveying the feeling

This wound is still broken

I don't know what can cure it

It's not about selfishness and self-worth

But the real form of tired tears is greeting

I forgot what love is..."

"Where are Mom and Dad?" Tanya Hind who just got out of her car and approached the housekeeper who had been serving with her husband who was a driver since before Hind was born. Because of his devotion, the couple made their own home next to the main house so as not to be too quiet and lonely considering both parents only have themselves as descendants. He used to think, there was nothing wrong if he married later, he and his husband would have three, four or five children so that the house did not feel lonely like he grew independent and a little lonely. Things are a bit of a debate with Reza, his former fiance who wants to have a maximum of two children only. Strange, remembering the name of the man now has no effect on him. It was as if he had never stopped by and became the history of his life. He had no intention of knowing what the man was doing right now. Never mind, he better focus on his life now and not look back, it should be in his heart.

Hind, who felt guilty for not venturing into his parents' home, was still afraid to explain what happened during his trip in Dubai, finally decided to visit. The video post from M reinforces his intention for it. He needed advice and advice from his parents who had first tasted the salt acid of life compared to his green self.

"Mother and Father are having a little business at the Hospital, he said before lunch hour is back because Non Hind wants to come home here" replied Eni.

"Oh yes Ma'am, here is a little souvenir from my trip from Dubai," Hind handed me one of the two medium-sized paper bags he was carrying. "I'm sorry if I just gave it to you now."

"No, don't bother." Eni accepted it while being shy. This master's son always gives the same for him and his employer every time he finishes traveling anywhere. The education of his parents to Hind to never discriminate the status or strata of people is very strongly held by this young lady. "Thank you..."

"It's okay Mom, for me Bu Eni and Pak Agus I already consider my own family," Hind returned a hug from his parents' domestic assistant.

"Oh yes Non, Non not breakfast first? Already Bu Eni prepared Non-Lho's favorite food, toast and chocolate jam and cheese as a companion to Non-Hind's favorite drink, hot Cappucino."

"Just save Mom for an afternoon snack, I still want to enjoy the atmosphere of this house," Hind smiled after seeing the black watch curled around his left wrist showing at half-eleven in the morning and was already approaching lunch time. "I'm gonna take a walk. I haven't been here in a long time..."

Hind began to walk across from the main house to a room he had not touched for a long time. The room that is made separate and stand alone right opposite the park has a pendopo shape and is specially made by both parents to himself convey the expression of taste with paintings or camera shots.

One by one he touched the paintings and portraits he had made and displayed neatly with wooden frames with light brown and filled almost all the existing walls. He closed his eyes and began to permeate the history of each of his works to reach the entire tribe. Suddenly the shadow of M's face with the same expression in the last video on his Hexagram account seemed to evoke memory and restore his consciousness from the world of his black and white calf niches that splashed colorful paint painting. He touched his chest which felt a little tight.

"Have you satisfied exploring the room you used to express yourself in case you had a problem but it's hard to express it in language?" Ask Kia who has since observed her only child seems so pervasive every stroke of the painting and portrait that exists.

"Mama?" Sontak Hind turned his head and approached Kia by kissing her right palm continued to kiss Kia's forehead as a form of affection and respect. "When was he here?"

"His face thankfully healthy Ma, his heart is not healthy," Hind smiled broadly to show his firmness but inserted sadness from the picture of his eyes glazed as if he wanted to cry.

"The story will be later," Kia who realized it was trying to divert the conversation. He took Hind's left arm and led her out into the dining room. "We had lunch first, Papa's been waiting for us in the dining room to eat together."

"Yes, I also brought Papa and Mama's order from there."

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"That's the story, according to Papa and Mama how?" Hind asked expectantly while hugging a sofa cushion in the family room after he ventured into telling a story. Telling all the events that occurred during the time in Dubai really drained his energy and heart. This is as if opening wounds that have not had time to dry back gape. But whatever it is, it is the master who deserves to be told first because they are the ones who give birth to him and understand who he is the most. He was ready to receive any lecture from his parents because he knew there was no way the parents would plunge his son into things that were not good. Even if it is a painful input, although bitter, it is all for his good.

"That means Mama's feeling was right about the dream at that time," continued Kia who sat next to Hind.

"Dreams?" Hind scrunched his forehead in confusion. "Which dream?"

"That's it, son, when you are in Dubai, your mother had a dream and then the next day immediately called you to ask if you are okay and have met with what his name is? Mohammed or M that." Chandra explained Kia's intentions.

"Oh yeah, that's, my feeling of saying things that don't wear like I can't meet M." The warm and comfortable atmosphere that had been created turned into a sad. Each time he remembered an expectation too high to meet M, the more he fell into a deeper pit of disappointment. His eyes were back in tears but as much as possible no teardrops fell.

"Maybe you'll feel uncomfortable, but Mama has to tell it" Kia explained. "Mama's dream, you and Mohammed didn't meet as if they were at odds on the road..."

Hearing the words of the Mama, made Hind speechless but he did not cry because he had expected it even though there was still a small pinch that hurt the niche of his heart. Since long ago the mother has advantages that are rarely owned by others. What Kia dreamed of has always come true, and proved true.

"But Mama also dreamed a second time the day you came home that the young man chased you to the airport when you were about to come home but you didn't look at him at all..."

This time his tears could not be held back and glided smoothly on his cheeks. Means M did not renege on his promise that he had attempted to meet her. Could it? During this time he did not dare to open all direct messages sent M for him because he did not want to read the cliche reasons that would shake his heart. For people who have been let down in a relationship with a man, it is natural to make Hind become more afraid and worried and not expect too much on his relationship with M. But somehow with M he felt the comfort that had never been found in a relationship before. He feels he is still himself and does not have to be someone else. He felt...

"Try to remember, Son, whether your departure to Dubai is sudden, while the young man who in fact one of the important and busy people there has had a busy schedule so that somehow he tried to steal time to meet as if there was no gap to be infiltrated so as to make it become it's hard to match his time with you. You better understand how you've been communicating. It's a long way from the deadline that Papa and Mama asked for, right?"

Hind nodded while occasionally wiping his flowing tears with the tissue paper given by Kia. He realized he had been a little selfish not to give M an opportunity to explain.

"If you are still in love, repair your relationship, speak from heart to heart, let's just say this test is a small pebble that you two must face so that the relationship you have is stronger and stronger in the future, because we do not know what else will happen in the future. If it is not love, also tell him to end it openly, do not be like Reza who disappeared without a trace. Show me that you're the one who dares to accept the reality" Kia rubbed Hind's hair gently and hugged the child. He tried to calm his son who was actually just afraid of getting hurt again. "Your job is to try and pray, Son, the result is left to the Almighty. Don't be sad anymore, because if you're sad, Papa and Mama are also sad..."

"Yes Ma.., yeah, I'll talk to M..." Still with her constant crying out, Hind nodded and felt enlightened. "And solve our problems..."

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