Setulus Love Naia
The precious youngest
The wide smiles of Pak Subhan and Bu Sari slowly disappeared while looking at Naia who was flooded with tears. Led by his wife, Mr. Subhan embraces his youngest shoulder.
Seeing the sad look on the face of his Mother and Father at once the hatred greeted Naia's heart, the deep disappointment must have borne Pinak in their hearts when many times the child who was missed seemed to ignore their feelings. Forgotten and wasted. Miris.
"Sit here, Nduk." Subhan sir led his daughter to the chair.
Naia took a deep breath and looked at Mother and Father in turn, then lowered her head.
"Nai, it's okay sir" Naia knows for sure at this time it's the hearts of her parents who are devastated, but still had time to worry about her. Which mother is not disappointed? When just picking up the phone, the kids won't.
Which of your hearts is not broken? When his advice and advice is forgotten and not in the running of his Sons. All is vain and meaningless.
Which parents do not want their children to succeed and are able to achieve the desired goals since childhood. To achieve a dream, certainly not a few roles of parents in it. In Islam, parents have a high position. Therefore, it is said that the rida of the parents is the Rida Allah Ta'ala.
When the success achieved by his children actually makes parents sad because of neglect and glare of new life. Which parents are not disappointed? Though the success of a child does not escape the role of parents who always give prayers throughout the day.
"Let's just go in, sir, Mom." asked Naia gently, Bu Sari's old hand wiped her daughter's tears, even though the corner of her eyes was wet.
Naia looked at her Father who was led by the Mother, tears could not be compromised, although she wanted to stop but looked at her parents like that tears were crammed out again.
Mr. Subhan was immediately asked to rest by Ms. Sari, Slowly the frail body began to lie on the mattress.
Naia was still flinching in front of the door. Silence surrounded the entire room.
Naia looked at her mother's pias face while biting her lips. This is not the first time her children refuse to come or refuse when they want to talk to let go of longing. But still he kept hoping.
Suddenly her mother looked at Naia with a sad look.
"Nduk," Call his mother.
Naia bit her lips. Naia approached with a sad face and tears streaming down her cheeks.
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Wheelchairs are a part of life for a spinal cord injury. That is what Adam is living today. Already from the age of twenty-one years to twenty-nine years it is attached to the bottom, as if fused with the body. He can sit up without fear of falling. Gradually the object he sat on was like a real substitute for the foot, if first every look at the object his heart felt concerned. She loves a wheelchair as part of her body.
Morning means the coming of consciousness and the abandonment of dreamland to return to the real second. Pain is usually said hello. A numbness, tingling in the legs that can no longer be used as if eternal. Surprisingly, when he felt that part, he felt nothing. Perhaps the taste was created to remind the owner that they were still in their original place.
Paralyzed doesn't mean the man doesn't move at all, he's a tough fighter. The responsibility is huge. Thousands of people make their living in their own companies.
"Morning, Mas," said Beni. The driver is also the one who temporarily replaces the role of Nirmala. "Wedding now?"
Adam nodded. Beni immediately helps Adam wake up from his sleep. It's not usually like this. But two days in a row Adam had a fever and made him slightly limp. For that he asked Beni for help.
Beni helps Adam until he gets dressed and has breakfast.
"Just leave it."
After breakfast Adam was sitting in his electric wheelchair, in front of him there was a laptop and not long after that Adam began to dissolve in work.
The numbness back greeting makes it should immediately relax the back, before the pain in his legs more crazy.
Adam lay down his body, enjoying the pain, that handsome face froze. Every time he was like this the memory of a gaping hole that never closed, still painful and bloody.
"He didn't choose you doesn't mean you're worthless. He just doesn't realize how valuable you are." The words of the father came back to dance in his mind.
Those greenish eyes dimmed. A poignant smile appeared on his dried up lips. In fact, he is completely worthless.
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Mr. Subhan fondly stroked the head and back of the princess while letting her spend the grief.
Naia stretches a hug. She wiped her tears with both backs of her hands. "Until when do we cry like this, sir? Nai's stomach is ringing, worms are on the demo."
Mr. Subhan and Ms. Sari giggled between the tears that almost collapsed. The youngest is their treasure, the only child who is still willing to squeeze sweat and energy to support those who can no longer afford sustenance.
"Mom cooked like this, today Tanti want to go home right?"
Naia further tightened her embrace immersing her face in the old chest of her Father.
"Honey Mom and Dad. It's even more a pity that I want to hug Nai."
They really hugged, even now Naia's cheeks have been pinched by both parents like an anxious four-year-old toddler.
The laughter was so melodious that it beat the melodious sound of music out there.
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In a luxurious restaurant Sixth human child was conversing with echoing laughter.
Their appearance is glamorous and luxurious. The items attached to their bodies are worth millions of dollars.
They face a table full of sumptuous dishes, all versatile, sweet, salty, sour, and umami.
They live well, excessively but forget about humanity.
Wahid and his wife, Duwi and husband, Trianto and his wife are enjoying a dish worth millions of rupiah, the food at the table is very excessive for those who only six.
While in the modest house, there were three people sitting on the floor enjoying lunch with potluck dishes, not much but in the quite-dipped, their smiles were sincere, even though their side dishes were only sambal terasi, vegetable cassava leaves, and boiled eggs a grain that is split three. Laughter brings the atmosphere to life even though nothing is fancy.