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50 Prayers of parents

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The world is only a place to stop and stay to wait for the next day. No one knows of the coming of death, including the Prophet SAW also does not know it.

Currently Damar and Grandpa Bagaskara visit the funeral of Gusli Wijaya. Mercedes Benz C-Class luxury car parked in the cemetery parking area.

And two more luxury cars parked not far from Grandpa Bagaskara's Mercedes Benz C-Class. A driver opened the door for Grandpa Bagaskara, while Damar preferred to open it himself.

Damar invites Grandpa Bagaskara to walk first, “Please Mr.”

Grandpa Bagaskara was surprised by the name of his grandson who still called it ‘Tuan. However, he did not rebuke her this time. Bagaskara's grandfather first walked and followed Damar.

As well as Grandpa Bagaskara's aide, did not escape Bokir and Wulan who walked hand in hand with Grandpa Bagaskara's aide who numbered four people. Behind Damar and Grandpa Bagaskara.

Damar spread his gaze looking around the cemetery. White frangipani flower trees line the public burial area in one corner of the city of Bantul.

A tombstone with the names of the dead. Just leaving memories in the mortal world. Both the rich and the poor will meet their end. Without knowing it, in any way. Without waiting ready and unprepared.

“After the big frangipani tree is the tomb of Mr.” said Damar pointed to one of the white frangipani flower trees that thrive.

Grandfather Bagaskara followed Damar's index direction

From a distance Damar can see a woman sitting next to her Father's grave. Initially unaware of that, Damar thought someone was a pilgrim of another tomb.

Bagaskara's grandfather followed Damar's steps, and arrived at his grandson's grave.

Damar could clearly hear someone who was resting beside his Father's tomb crying bitterly. The groaning and crying felt heavy, the hands that were no longer young rubbed the tombstone that read Gusli Wijaya was born and died on this date...

“Mother...” exclaimed Damar recognized the middle-aged lung woman he saw from behind.

The middle-aged woman with a light brown hijab and a black abaya turned to the source of the voice calling her from behind, “Damar!”

Damar approached his mother, he saw reddened eyes and traces of tears still floating on his mother's eyelids and also showed a swollen face. “Since when is Mom here?” asked Damar, then shuffled next to his Father's tomb.

While Grandpa Bagaskara seemed silent still standing staring at himself, from a distance of five tombs from a row of his son's tomb. Seeing a daughter-in-law he never considered.

Bagaskara's grandfather can see that his grandson loves his mother very much, and also looks very respectful to him.

Damar wiped the tears that soaked his mother's wrinkled cheeks. “Mother comes alone?” ask Damar.

The Holy Mother nodded

He seemed to observe the clothes his son was wearing, Holy Mother had not realized his son came not alone, “You came here who is Nang? Why are your clothes like this? You remember coming out of the house this morning wearing a bottle green shirt and black trousers?”

Damar turned his gaze, looked back and saw Grandpa Bagaskara who looked very closely at the tomb of Gusli Wijaya.

The Holy Mother followed Damar's gaze, instantly widening her eyes. She was surprised to see the father of her late husband. “Dad!” lirih the Holy Mother said.

Bagaskara's grandfather approached his son's grave, without looking at his son-in-law who was hoping for sincerity and forgiveness from his father-in-law. The elderly man with a teak stick in his left hand shook, he was still standing looking at the tomb from the end of the tombstone that read Gusli Wijaya and to the tip of the tombstone that is not named.

With a nanar view he then collapsed on the tomb of his only puppet son. “Gussli... Gusli...”.

The crying became more and more unbearable, breaking the buffer of arrogance, from a Bagaskara Wijaya. His soul seemed to crumble dimly, with increasingly stoning emotions, like a dagger that tore through the heart ruthlessly.

The four aides of Grandpa Bagaskara were about to approach the old man who was in the middle of a mournful gathering. But they stopped, when they saw Damar approaching Grandpa Bagaskara, supporting the old body of his old Grandfather. Weeping increasingly broken, dusk when increasingly looks haphazard.

Haru looked extremely pitiful, Bokir, Wulan and the four aides of Grandpa Bagaskara were filled with what he saw.

Wulan looked at Damar who was still holding Grandpa Bagaskara, and turned to look at the Holy Mother who was about to stand up but looked very weak and fragile, Wulan then approached the Holy Mother and helped her stand.

“Dad!” lirih Bu Suci called Grandpa Bagaskara, then extended his hand before his Father-in-law.

Netra elder Grandpa Bagaskara looked at his son-in-law with a glare of sharp eyes. Hinted at dislike, but not a word was said from Grandpa Bagaskara's words. Even the hand of the Holy Mother was not he gubris.

“I'm sorry..” again the voice of Holy Ma sounded very pleading.

Grandfather Bagaskara left the cemetery without looking at the Holy Mother, who still stretched out his hand hoping to forgive all his mistakes.

Bokir walked up to Damar, and patted him on the shoulder. Poor to see the daughter-in-law of the Wijaya family.

Damar took his grandfather's wooden stick, and rested beside Gusli Wijaya's tomb. Staring at the tombstone, his eyelids seemed to heat up, but as much as possible he could resist so as not to drip. ‘Mr...” the thrill in heart. Crying silently, without tears, enduring the grief of the nestapa.

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In a Corolla sedan driven by Bokir. Damar sat in the front seat beside the wheel, he always watched his mother who continued to blame herself.

While Wulan sat side by side with the dreamy Holy Mother, crying without a sound. Only her tears represented her hurt feelings.

Embracing the middle-aged woman's shoulder, rubbing it gently. Wulan felt like a fellow woman, it would be very dilemma if in her position.

“Have Ma'am, don't be like this? It's not Mom's or Dad's fault. Damar was sure Grandpa would forgive Mom,” persuaded Damar so that his mother would no longer blame herself.

The Holy Mother did not answer, she just shook her head thinly.

Bokir silent occasionally he turned towards Damar, he felt sorry for the life that Damar lived. With his left hand taking off the handle from the steering wheel, Bokir patted Damar's arm, “Sabar bro, all this needs a process. I am sure all these problems can be solved in a good way.”

Damar turned his gaze which initially continued to look at his mother, and turned to look at Bokir. “Thanks, Kang.”

For almost forty minutes passed. Corolla sedan car has arrived on the streets in front of a very simple house.

Several pairs of eyes that saw it, inviting various kinds of questions. And started talking like a gossip.

Wulan opened the car door first, then circled the car and opened the car door for Holy Mother. He led the Holy Mother to the front of the house.

Followed by Damar and Bokir..

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In the living room

Damar told me all about himself who is now appointed by Grandpa Bagaskara as President of the food company.

Damar lowered his head, he felt Holy Mother's shady gaze like a cloudless cloud without rain. Damar didn't have the courage to look at his mother.

"Excuse Damar Bu, Damar took this decision not to ask for my blessing first,” said Damar.

The Holy Mother shook her head, astonished by the thought of her eldest son now. Holy Ma'am sighed then said, “Do you not see Damar, the company is bankrupt. It's even closed?”

Damar looked at his nano mother, “The room knows Bu,”

Holy Ma'am looked at her eldest son with a faint heart, “Then, what would you expect from that company, Nang?”

Damar sighed this time to make his mother convinced. He met with his mother who clearly seemed hesitant, “Damar will try as well as Damar Bu,”

Holy Ma'am seemed silent, he looked straight at his eldest son, and asked "So, now you forget all the success you want to achieve with your ideals, Damar?”

Damar shook his head, obviously his mother's guess was not right. He felt that accepting Grandpa Bagaskara's offer was not necessarily just sitting on the throne without a struggle. "No Ma'am, Damar is still Damar who is full of ideals to realize Damar's dream, becoming a successful entrepreneur with Damar's own efforts.” his rebuttal.

The Holy Mother shook her head quickly, "You, don't understand what the harsh world of business is like, Damar! It could even hurt you,”

Damar felt his mother's warning was not playful, he did not answer his mother. Damar didn't want to argue with the Holy Mother any more. The consequences that he will get later, of course Damar consideration before accepting Grandpa Bagaskara's offer.

Damar turned his gaze to look at Danum who had been silent since. Then he looked back at the Holy Mother and approached her mother, then sat down on the floor. Holding his mother's hand,

“Bu, pray Damar always. Damar is sure that no one bad will come near Damar, during Mother's prayer that becomes a shield to protect Damar.” pinta Damar with a soft voice.

Holy Mother rubbed the head of her eldest son, tears can no longer be contained, sweeping the cheeks that have gone through her youth, “Lestu Mother, always with you Nang.”

There is no saving amulet that is powerful in the world, other than the prayers of parents.

Bokir and Wulan who had been silent since, again they witnessed how meek a Suciati in educating his two sons to be useful, independent and not easily discouraged

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