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“Damar, stay here, and bring your mother and sister as well. Besides your house, it hasn't been renovated yet, Grandma and Grandpa are getting older. Whenever, the death to pick us up both.” concluded Grandpa Bagaskara with his request, he realized. Treasures and thrones cannot guarantee the age of man to live forever

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Hearing Grandpa Bagaskara's request left Damar's conscience torn apart. Well, human age is indeed a divine secret, but Grandpa Bagaskara's speech is true at any time without any kind of notification, death will definitely take lives.

Damar stood and sat with his Grandfather with a sad look, “Akan Damar redeemed all the mistakes that Mr. Gusli had made, and Damar please forgive Mr. Gusli, Kek-Nek, please forgive me, if all this time he has not been a dutiful child to you,” he said, although his tongue still feels muddy, with the name ‘Grandma and Grandma', but Damar realized that, if he had a bad tongue, he was, he must get used to this.

The sense of haru instantly enveloped Grandpa Bagaskara's heart. The clash of his cheekbones seemed to be a picture of life's struggle, his net was glazed, dripping with countless clear eluh, “Te-thanks Damar,”

Damar wiped away the trace of tears on his Grandpa's cheek, “Don't cry again, Damar begs,“ Damar paused his speech, he lowered his head and looked back at his Grandpa and Grandma, his eyes began to gather a point of cloud overcast there, “Supposedly Grandpa should not thank me, because all this time Damar did not really hate Grandpa.” Damar hung back his words, as if his tongue was a mute. He embraced his Grandfather's old body.

Grandpa Bagaskara patted Damar's shoulder gently, the cry that had originally been silent, now turned even more sobbing. “Im sorry Grandpa, Son. Grandpa's greed during this is the cause of the Wijaya family split,”

Damar unravels his embrace, “Harta and children are the jewels of the life of the world, but the constant charity of virtue is better his reward on the side of your Lord and better to be hope. Surah Al-Kahf verse 46.” explains Damar, describing the holy verse of the Quran as a parable of this life. “Despite all the treasures Grandpa has, can Damar ask Grandpa and Grandma for blessing, to reconnect this separated divine bond?” ask Damar, expectantly.

Grandpa Bagaskara nodded, “For a long time, this is what Grandpa expected, Damar.”

Damar mangosteen, “Thank you, I'm sorry for Damar's remark that indirectly hurt feelings, Grandpa.”

Grandpa Bagaskara nodded slowly, interspersed with claps on his grandson's shoulders.

Damar kneeled again before Grandma Ayudia, “It's already well Nek, no more crying. Although Damar is not as handsome as the late Mr. Gusli, but consider this Damar like him.” he said, while removing traces of tears on the wrinkled cheeks of his Grandmother.

“May God keep us from disputes to others and may Allah make it easier for us to achieve what is the goal,” continued Damar, he embraced Grandma Ayudia.

“Amin.” says Grandpa Bagaskara.

This time, Grandma Ayudia was not as quiet as before. He returned the warm embrace of his granddaughter, but Grandma Ayudia only cried remembering the figure of the son only wayang.

For the umpteenth time Wulan saw, how soft the heart of a Damar can embrace a separate relationship, even able to eliminate all hatred and greed. He realized, having a loving heart is one of the important sciences of wisdom, and can be a therapy to heal the heart in the midst of grief.

Damar parses his embrace, “Nek, Damar go first,”

Grandma Ayudia shook her shadow as her son left home again shadowing her mind, “Don't go, don't leave, Mother.” she said softly, more precisely like a plea.

Damar smiled gently, then clasped his grandmother's fingers. “The room will not leave Grandma,”

A half-century-old maid approached Grandpa Bagaskara, “Master, it was time for the Lady to eat and take medicine.”

Grandpa Bagaskara cleared his throat, then looked at Damar and turned to look at his wife. “The company of your grandmother eats Damar, after which she will take medicine and rest,”

Damar standing, “Alright, but on condition that Grandma Ayudia should no longer take sedatives.”

“Not,” replied Grandpa Bagaskara, “This is just a vitamin, because Grandpa has brought his medicine back home.” continued Grandpa Bagaskara, his gratitude to be able to re-embrace the wholeness of his family, is the most valuable thing.

When the waiter was about to push Grandma Ayudia's wheelchair, Damar offered to push her. “Let me just Mbok.”

The servant whom Damar called Mbok smiled and nodded.

When there is a saying, the older the age of man will return to his attitude like a child, and this does happen to Grandma Ayudia, if every time the servant who feeds her eats. This time he asked Damar to feed him.

With pleasure, Damar complied. Perhaps, in this way, he could begin to become someone useful to his Grandmother.

After the meal was over, and Grandma Ayudia had rested.

Now Damar pampit to visit his mother in the hospital, “Kek, Damar pamit, want to visit Mom in the hospital.”

Grandpa Bagaskara nodded, “May your mother get well soon,”

Damar smile knot, “Amin.”

Damar got into the car with Wulan who was still driving the car, because Bokir lately had to do the task given by Grandpa Bagaskara.

“How does it feel, what is a relief of the heart?” ask Wulan, in between her focus driving the car.

Wulan glanced at Damar who was currently wearing casual clothes, “What?”

Damar looked at Wulan from the side, “Conquering a challenge.” he replied, propping his chin up with his palm, looking at the woman three years older than him, he said, but Wulan's face did not show an older face at all, because it still looks very cute, thought Damar began not karu-karuan, “Sshh... When was I proposed by you?”

“Wath?!” Wulan glanced sharply at Damar, he flicked his lips, and then laughed. “Hahaha.... Crazyhead!” cetus Wulan, “Listen, I am a woman who likes to laugh with her mouth wide, and eat me a lot and rarely shower, so do not try to expect something more from me!” he humbled himself.

Damar is anxious about Wulan's attitude as if, she is a woman who does not deserve to be loved, he said,

“A stupid woman would not do this kind of thing in the presence of any man. But calm down, even though no one loves you, I can still save you.”

“Ehemm..” Wulan was speechless to hear the answer from the man who could always argue with an answer that made her no longer evasive.

There was no feeling the car entered the hospital. Damar got out of the car followed by Wulan.

Damar went straight to where his mother was treated, “Assalamualaikum,” Damar greeting when entering his mother's nursery.

“Wassalamu'alaikum,” replied Danum and Mother and a nurse who was giving medicine.

Damar approached the gurney where his mother was, and shook Holy Mother's hand as well as Wulan's.

“Mother is better?” ask Damar.

“Alhamdulillah, already healthier,” replied the Holy Mother. However, there was something odd about seeing the face of his eldest son. But, this time the Holy Mother did not ask and nagged him. He felt recently that Damar had enough problems, and did not want to make his son feel depressed.

Damar turned to look at his sister, “You've eaten Num?”

Danum shook his head, “Not yet,”

Damar embraces his sister's shoulder, “Alright, let's eat, this handsome Mas mu also does not want if Mas's beloved sister is sick,” Damar turned to the Holy Mother, “Bu Damar came out for a moment, he said, Want to buy something?”

Holy Mother shook her head, “Mother is well taken care of by Sister, so if you want to eat eat, do not get sick.”

“Mbak Wulan not coming?” ask Danum, please,

Wulan shook her head, “Still, but I'm still full.”

“After that.” replied Danum. “Yuk Mas Damar we let's go!”

This sister and brother came out of his mother's nursery. So did the nurse who gave the medicine to the Holy Mother come out.

Now there were only Wulan and Holy Mother, with Wulan standing beside the Holy Mother's gurney. “Sit here Son,” bargain Holy Bu pointed to the chair next to the gurney.

Wulan smiled and nodded, then sat down on the chair. Whether, what feeling seemed to be in his heart at this moment, there was a sense of pride to see the Holy Mother had educated her two sons very well even without a husband accompanying.

The Holy Mother looked at Wulan, then circulated her gaze at the door of the room. “As a child, Damar was funny. If asked what his ideals would be, he would answer to want to be a child who can boast parents,”

Wulan frowned, for some reason did Holy Mother suddenly start a chat with her eldest son's childhood, “I can see him Holy Mother, his respect for Mother, his, can not be separated from the role of Holy Mother as a Mother who educates her, therefore there is a saying that says, (Love Mother all the time) and I am proud of you,”

Wulan felt awkward to get a look of shady eyes from Holy Mother, she looked down, “I'm sorry, because I've been talking too much,”

Holy Ma'am smiled gently, “May I hold your hand, son,”

Wulan raised her face, although it was strange to hear the request of the Holy Mother, yet Wulan extended her hand without asking. Holy Mother clasped her hands feelingly, making her heart feel enveloped by the affection of a Sacred Mother, it was no wonder the fruit fell not far from the tree. Such is the picture for the soft heart that Damar has.

“You have promised me one thing, Son,” said the Holy Mother, looking at Wulan with a sad look.

Wulan again felt something strange from the question of Holy Mother, “Promise?”

“Will you accompany the life of the eldest son of Mother, if one day Mother is gone?” said the Holy Mother, he knew that Wulan was still alone.

Wulan blinked her eyes, heard a question or a statement? He didn't answer. Sometimes there's a question that's like a shotgun bullet.

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