
Nazi POV
"I didn't know everything would pay off beautifully, though this longing and wound didn't perfectly disappear. Never before had I come this far. I have become a mother. The fear of the child now I feel like a mother first who eventually became a misunderstanding. Graduation saves a lot of stories, I'm tired of discussing wounds, but again and again. The fact I have to accept, the household world is not as pleasant as it seems but happier if we enjoy it. No matter how small the problem, do not get big. Meira, don't experience what I'm going through. "
"Dorrr…. " Nadila patted the back of a dreamy Naziya. "No habits of ahh." I looked at him lazily. "I didn't think we'd become. "Nadila poked her Nazi chin. "What's? Nor did I expect it."
Zayyan embraced me from behind with Ka Firman who followed the embrace of Ka Nadila next followed by Rivaldi and Nura who held a barjajar baby looking at the laughter of children.
"Eittsat…. All couples are good." Albi who just came screaming. "It works, the poem." Albi reminded Rivaldi of something that made Rivaldi meet red."Don't be single mulu. You old hunt." Ejek Rivaldi this time who got a reprimand from Nura. "Pig.". "Rivaldi.
"Mommy.." Meira approached me with Zein. "Bi mending marriage with Nazwa aja tuh," Celtuk Nura. "Anjayyy is more upset than her husband. Nazwa walked casually towards us, he was always not dizzy with anyone's words. Chequek. His nature from small. Without a greeting he took Zein, who was none other than his son Ka Nadila. "May, would you like to join aunty in meeting grandma and grandpa or just here?" Just this time he made an offer, usually Meira refused. Sure enough, he mocked her. "I want the same, mom. Sana aunty just go," Get rid of her.
Author's final note
It's about us, teenagers who always keep their wounds. Often times about love that is difficult to express is always an interesting discussion. To me, not at all. For there are wounds so painful, by those who feel them. Alienation in the family is one of them. It has become a prejudice that can often drop and then become an inner wound that is said to be difficult to heal. For Naziya no, he was injured, he fell but never held a grudge. He kept trying to find a way, find out the truth. The meeting of some people became a bright spot, he thought maybe that's why we are said to be social creatures, people come to go and come back. To hurt and heal, to scratch together or just stop by. Things were never expected before, silence one way to minimize suffering. At least that way there is no need to hurt people with their pain. Camouflage, fortifying themselves from threats that can make them fall in the dark. There are many things in this world that can drop, but it is actually yourself who plays a role. There is no smoke if there is no fire, but what if it is not a mistake made by one's own hands. Just remember, God never changes who he should give, test and reward. Diat know everything before you were created, so why bother to feel the most hurt people out there more injured than us but still can live straight.
So, the storm must have passed.
I can't believe it
Cianjur, December 31, 2019