Quarter Century Duda
Bed Time Story's

Being a single daddy with the age of the princess who has five years with a variety of critical thinking owned, certainly not easy. However, Tendean always had a way to get Anaya to get the answers she could receive with her thoughts. Critical children need logical answers. Similarly, Anaya will continue to pursue until she gets the answers she can receive.

Now, Tendean and Anaya were lying on the bed, indeed Tendean would accompany Anaya first to fall asleep, then he would head to his own room.

"Dad, tonight is a story about Mother dong, Yah .. although Aya never met Mother, but Aya wants to know the figure of Mother," he asked the Father.

"What does Aya want to know from Mother?" ask Tendean.

"What's mom like, Dad?" tanyakanya.

Begin Tendean nods his head and tells a bedtime story like a request from little Anaya. Indeed several times, even so often Anaya asked to be told what the figure of the mother was. However, he never refused and then started telling Bed time stories for Anaya.

"Just as Aya knows, whose mother Aya is named?"

"Mother Desy," he replied.

Tendean nodded his head. "really so. Her name is Mother Desy. During her life, Mother Desy was a very good woman. Mother was very happy after knowing that Mother was pregnant. Therefore, Mommy keeps really tuh Aya while in the stomach of Mother. If there is a day to look forward to, it is the day where we will check the contents of Mother to the Obstetrician. Can listen to the explanation of the growth and development of Aya in the womb of Mother."

This time Tendean told me everything with a smiling face. However, he felt that his chest was tight. The shadow of all the sweetness of his household with Almarhumah Desy only lasted two years.

Anaya replied and so wanted to listen again and again the story of his father. For him, bedtime stories like this have always been his favorite. Knowing the Mother through stories is more valuable, than various fairy tales Nusantara and Fairytale world.

"Yes, you know not .. Her name Anaya was given by Mother. Anaya means the most beautiful gift from God. The gift that God gave to Father and Mother" he said.

"Beautiful, Dad," she replied.

"Yes, your name means so beautiful, Aya. Hopefully you can be a useful person for everyone well," he replied.

"Yes, Dad .. thanks for the story Dad. Although often heard it, but Aya never bosen," he replied.

A pair of small hands hugged the father's body. His face was smiling, and his two eyes were starting to shut. Little Anaya soon began to fall asleep. Tendean smiled there and rubbed the top of Anaya's head.

"You never get bored, do you, Aya? How many times have you told me all this? If only, your Mother was still there and saw you as critical as this, surely Mother would be happy. You are so similar to your mother, Aya," said Tendean lirih.

The man sighed with attention to his little daughter. "Isn't our daughter so adorable, Desy? Of course you will be very happy when you see Anaya growing very well."

There is indeed a sense of tightness that Tendean can feel when telling everything. However, she realized that only through her story, through the photos of her Mother, Anaya could know her Mother. The body is gone, but the story will be remembered by Tendean and Anaya forever.