The Fortitude of a Mother
Walk without you

Mirah pensively thought about what answer to give to nana, because if she mispronounced the impact that occurred would be very bad for the future.And really! mirah does not want to make the image of herman as the real father of nana to be ugly, even though the reality'nya is very bad, even very worthy to be hated!

Mirah sighed heavily, she was sure that one question had emerged and had not been answered, then the question would continue to be thrown.In particular nana his son was very intelligent and curious.

"Here is 'mir, don't think too much.Let's find together the right answer to nana's question," moses became worried to see his sister-in-law kept daydreaming, and he really understood why his sister was like that.

Ever since last night she kept asking who herman was, but the tongues of the three adults in the house suddenly became very confused, unable to answer the simple question of the little girl.

Even this morning before the boy left for school, he still asked the same thing.And mirah remained like last night, he could only divert the speaker'an to another topic.

"I really don't know what to say with nana, I'm so confused," I looked down lethargic.

"It's better now we make food for the class up tomorrow" said disah

The class hike and farewell event is indeed a fun entertainment, and usually the parents of students will bring food supplies from their respective homes to later eat together aka botram.

"Well, I'll think again about the best answer for nana, continue 'sister, make provisions tomorrow will you want to make any cuisine?"

"Well, the plan is to make chicken lemper as pepes spicy goldfish," brightly denied

"Surely there are.the eggs! ha ha ha ha..," disah and mirah laughed together.

Finally this afternoon they spent in the kitchen, to make the food that he will bring tomorrow.Mirah and disah deliberately make a bit much, because they think soni too.

"So, for the chicken lemper, it is better later before dawn we make it.So that it is not stale, and for now it is better we process the chicken first." said the mother of one child,while his hands were busy wrapping the fish with banana leaves.

"Alright," said disah.

The time is rolling more and more noon, the dzuhur reverberate.Mirah and disah was compact to stop his work and will be resumed after performing prayer.

After the prayer brother sister was back in the kitchen, continuing her work that was delayed.Secondly also cook rice for lunch which may be an afternoon meal, due to late cooking.

When they were busy in the kitchen their beloved little girl returned from school, and the boy was immediately enthusiastic chattering about the activities at his school today...although today her activities are just rehearsals for tomorrow's stage.

"What training is for tomorrow" asked the mother

"Tomorrow, Nana wants to bring peacock dance 'bu," he replied enthusiastically

"Mom see tomorrow, the peacock dance costume is very good," he said again.

"really? it must have been more beautiful 'yes, wearing that shirt," the mother smiled as she kissed her daughter's cheek, which was adorable.

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Today also comes the day where soni will be a former student, and nana will go up to second grade.The frenzied atmosphere of the students and parents at the school is a sight today.

Ratna Manggala is already beautiful with her peacock dance costume, yes, after the opening ceremony and other celebrations, the art stage will be opened with a peacock dance performed by nana and her friends.

When mc has allowed a group of peacock dancers to go on stage, nana and her friends immediately go up and show their abilities.

The voice in the classroom was boisterous with the appearance of the cute child, graceful movements and a cheerful face and beautiful beauty, really true description peacock.

"Nana! mom loves you!" mirah shouted, she felt very proud of nana's lithe appearance.

"Buswit!!"

Prok! prok! prok! prok!

The sound of whistling and clapping echoed in front of the stage, they felt very satisfied with the appearance of nana and her comrades.And this time it was soni's turn to perform on stage.

"Well, we've seen such an amazing performance from a first-grader, so adorable, right? and now, let's watch the poetry reading from the sixth grader, give a big round of applause for soniiiiii!! please 'soni son up to the stage," the mc welcome with his distinctive style.

Soni also went on stage with a lot of certainty,

"Assalamu'alaikum everyone, today on this stage, I will recite a poem by someone, with the title: Walking Without You, and, this poem I dedicate to my deceased beloved father," the atmosphere became silent for a moment while mirah? do not ask.The woman was crying sobbing in her seat.

Soni begins reading her poetry.

Walking Without You

Looking towards the sun,

But slowly he left,

Leave me alone.

Morning arrived with the sky,

Light emits, light,

Not over yet, I say hello,

He hunted only higher.

Wh why?

Why did everyone leave all of a sudden?

Why does beauty not last long?

Why did it all just pass?

Things are turning sour, though,

Since father's departure,

Things turn quiet, though,

Since dad's not here anymore.

Sometime,

I asked myself,

Can I walk alone, though,

Living without you here?

Well, yeah,

I miss you, though,

I miss meeting you so much, though,

Sit both near you.

Soni finished reciting her poem, and silence re-emerged throughout the room, everyone was washed away with a poem that soni brought with full of passion.In fact, their tears trickled.

Mirah was still as much as in her seat, seeing it was denied feeling very sad and pity.With the reflex of her outstretched hand stroked the back of the mirah, hoping it could provide calmness for the sister.

Then mc returned to the stage after soni resigned.

"So sad heart-wrenching, the poetry brought by soni, even I was very difficult to stop the pace of these tears," said the mc while wiping tears and rubbing his snot.

"Well, it's sad enough.And before we proceed to another event, let's first read alfatihah for his late father soni, berdo'a began," then everyone prayed fervently.

And after the do'a event was finished, the art performance was resumed

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Poetry taken from google