The Struggle of a Child
Pilgrimage to Mother's grave

"Then we leave now, will we?" asked my father with an emphasis-stressed face.

"You Father," I replied, shouting with excitement.

"Dad, then I'll go to the room first, yeah!" pinta my sister who always behaves, like an adult child.

My father who had been up from his squat back down to listen to the babble of his favorite son. Smiling, my father allowed my sister to stroke her head.

"But, don't be long, yeah!" pinta my father wishes. Stand up and look at me. "Liyan, if you want to bring something to your mother, go ahead, son. Bring what you want to bring," he said meekly. Waiting for us with his warm smile that left him.

"Dad, we'll just wear these clothes, yeah!" I asked with a face that asked for permission gently.

"Engga, Son. You can't wear that shirt," forbid my father's harshness.

My sister and I stopped and were shocked. "Dad so, which clothes are we wearing?" I was amazed to see my strange father. Walking open the closet picked up clothes we rarely liked. "Here's the shirt, son," said my father, handing over the shirt he had in his hand.

My sister and I immediately met with a face full of question marks and astonished. "Dad, why are you wearing that shirt?" I was surprised to see the clothes we rarely wear.

"Dad, it's the dress for the feast day" said my sister lightly pointing at the shirt with a gaze that kept looking at her.

"Yes, but if you want to meet Mom, you have to wear this shirt" said my father softly. Walking with clothes approaching us. "Take it, son. Wear this! It's a nice dress to meet your mother," said my father gently, handing us the shirt.

My reflexes took it from my father. I who was overwhelmed by confusion looked at my father who gave up clothes with pride.

"Dad, but here's another shirt" I said, looking at the shirt in my hand. "This is a shirt we rarely wear to get out" I said looking at clothes with a strange taste.

"Dad knows, kid but that shirt is perfect for meeting your mom" my dad said back gently hoping that we would wear it.

Clothes that feel foreign to me. I stared deep without a stray mistake. This shirt makes me wonder in my heart.

"Sister, it's a prayer suit" whispered my sister pointing at the shirt with both lips.

I already know it. "Yes, sir" I said, looking at the clothes I was holding. Turning his back to my father who had left us.

"Ana, this shirt we have to wear" I said gently, putting her shirt on the bed.

"Sister, why did you tell us to wear it?" ask my confused sister. Sit for a while staring at the clothes located.

"Don't ask Brother, Sister. Brother doesn't know" said I who didn't understand my father.

Undressing and wearing the clothes my father told me to do. "If you want to come see Mom. Just wear this shirt," I suggested, buttoning a shirt whose buttons are only half the chest in length. "If you don't wear that shirt. You're not going to go see Mom" I continued, remembering my father's words.

My sister got out of bed. "Sister, I don't want to wear this shirt. His clothes were long and hot. Plus this one!" my sister complained while swinging the hijab in the air.

"Ana, you have to follow Dad's orders. I'm not going to be, bring us to meet Mom. You want to if we don't see Mom?" my question, wearing a hijab, was followed by both eyes staring at my sister.

"But, brother," whined my brother who refused loudly.

"Liyan!" my father shouted from the outside calling us.

"Yes, Dad," I said from inside the room. Father, Ana is not ready yet," I continued shouting while persuading my sister who is difficult to tell. "Ana, let's get on! Don't be long later Daddy won't be, take us to see Mom," I urged me gently to take a shirt and put it in the air so that my sister would want to wear it immediately.

My brother with a heavy heart he was forced to change his clothes with clothes located on the bed. "They're too big, long, and hot, brother. Moreover, wear this," my sister whined bitterly while taking the same veil as me.

"Liyan, let alone, son. We'll be in the afternoon soon!" my father shouted loudly urging us from outside so that he would not wait too long.

"Yes, Dad. We were ready," I shouted back from the inside while pulling my sister's hard-to-persuade arm.

Me and my sister rushed out of the room while holding my sister who had not wanted to move quickly.

"Now the two Fathers are ready" said my father with a happy heart. "You guys are so graceful, son, wear those clothes," my father gently praised. Stand with clothes that he often wears for prayer.

"Dad, we're off now, aren't we?" I ask you who can't wait to meet my mother.

"Yes, Son. We're leaving now. May it not rain" my father may see the sky.

"Ana, put your shoes on!" my orders, hand over the shoes in front of my raging sister.

With a heavy heart my sister took the shoes I thrust before her. "Sister, I can't wear this shirt. Too long," my sister whined.

"Ana, just put it on, right, just for a second," I persuaded, helping my sister wear shoes.

"Liyan, let's hurry, son!" call my dad who's walking.

"Yes, Dad wait a minute" I asked, turning to my sister who was wearing shoes in a hurry. "Ana, can?" I asked, looking at my sister who dropped her small body while fixing her shoes to be comfortable in the legs.

"Could, Brother," replied my sister, standing up. "Come, Brother, hurry" asked my sister to run fast to my father. I, too, immediately followed my sister running after my father. "Dad waituu!" I shouted after my sister who had reached my father.

"Liyan, hurry up a little. It's gonna be late afternoon?!" my father said he kept walking with my brother's hand.

"Yes, Dad. I have arrived" said my sister with a breath. "Dad, is Mom's house far away?" tanyaku plain. Walking beside my father holding his hand.

"We're gonna have to ride a rickshaw over there, kid. Let's get there quickly" said my father, walking down the pedestrian path with some trees on the roadside that we're passing right now.

"Baby Daddy. I haven't ridden a rickshaw in a long time, Dad" said my sister sumringah with her spoiled smile mixed in cute.

"When we went off school, we never went for a ride, Dad, ever again" I said happily, following in the footsteps of my father who took us.

Along the way it feels so cool because the leaves of trees that cover the road body from sunlight. "Son, a minute, yeah! Father take out the tricycles first," said my father meekly, leaving us in a place far from his tricycles. "You wait there, boy!" my father's orders were firmly while swinging his index finger into the air as a signal for us to understand.

"Yes, Father," I replied directly while looking after my brother who was very violent and did not want to be silent babbling. "Sister, if we meet Mom. I want to say, if I miss her so much and I want to say this to you, Mother" said my sister in a hopeful tone of voice and looked at her fist holding a piece of paper.

"Cityan, Ana . Come on up, kid!" exclaiming my father stopped the goethnya, followed by his two eyeballs staring at us waiting happily.

"Sir, my shirt is too big. I was overheated," my sister whined back at me who walked over to my father who was waiting on the rickshaw. "Ana, just shut up. If it gets hot, there will be wind. Must be the heat gone?!" I said, looking at the tree plants in the yard of my father's relatives.

"Quick, Son. Now we're off, yeah!" pinta my father asked permission from the two of us who were already sitting on the rickshaw.

"Yes, Father," said I, who stared fixedly at the windows and doors of our father's proud relatives, always closed.

The pedicab we rode immediately grabbed my father tightly. The yard that my father often passed overgrown with trees and small flowers we happily left.

"Son, don't be rude, yeah!" reprimanding my father begged while staring at the path he was going through.

"Yes, Father," said we who enjoy the wind on the rickshaw.

"Dad, it's still a long time, huh?" I asked who was tired of seeing my sister not wanting to shut up.

"We'll be there soon, son," said my father in a tired-sounding voice.

I nodded, followed by both eyes staring blankly. However, my sister who was sitting next to me was still engrossed in standing while neatly arranging her hijab. Not long after we flew by the wind. Surprised and not expecting my father to stop at a funeral.

"Dad, what is this place?" ask my sister who first saw him after eight years ago.

"Dad I'm afraid," I said, holding my father's hand tightly. Walking stammered by the horrors that plagued.

"Son, this is your mother's grave" my father told me. Standing tall surrounded by our two little daughters whom she cared most about.

"Is this Mom's grave?" ask me who hasn't

I've remembered all this time.

My father immediately dropped his body crouching and was followed by me and his sister. "Dad, where's Mom?" ask my sister to know. Crouching following my father while looking straight ahead.

"Mother is inside, son, sleeping," replied my father lightly.

"Daddy didn't say, "Mother's asleep. But where did you sleep, Dad?" ask my brother who has not accepted it.

"Mother inside, son," my father replied plainly.

I was the one who was crouching with the two of them. Instantly silent look at my father and sister who look like people who are throwing accusations against each other.

"Why are you inside, Dad?" ask sister. "If you sleep, let's wake up, Dad," my sister pulled my father's arm.

"Ana, that mother can't be woken up, can she" I said directly.

"Yes, Son. But your mother can see you," my father continued.

"If you don't wake up, how can you love me?" my sister asked in confusion, widening the piece of paper she had drawn.

I seriously looked at my sister so softly and was sad to hear her. The mother who could no longer see us was so enthusiastic that our mother would see the picture.

"Ana, the picture just put it here" I suggested, pointing at the long corner of the stone.

"Yes, Son. Your mom must have seen it?!" my father encouraged my sister who was happy to remember my mother.

"Okay, Dad," said my sister following our advice.

The picture was placed on my sister's tombstone. Now he happily put it so that the mother who had not been able to see it for a long time. "Mother is Mom's face. I've drawn it pretty," said my sister conveying her heart.

"Ana, I'd be happy to see it. He will love you" I said happily, looking at my beautiful sister.

Now the picture is located. I who was crouching stared at the mother's meal was very sad because I could not feel her affection.

"Dad, may you see me," I hope in the ears of my father who has finished praying.

"Son, we'll be together with your mother" said my father happily.

The three of us smiled happily in front of our mother who had left us for a long time. It is a joy to be boundless to gather one family in eternal warmth.

Mother is the most soothing figure of the soul. His shady and loving face was extremely self-indulgent sitting beside him.

Now only a new headstone bearing his name can we see and read that can accidentally soothe a fragile soul.

Bp's son that I often play, I put it on my mother's grave. Stand upright neatly leaning on the tombstone. Bp child with complete family. "Ana, there's Dad, Mom and her two kids" I said. Wish I could have a complete parent, like that.

"Haha!" My sister laughed a little and was happy to hear it. Then I, too, turned to look at my father who was so happy.

"Dad, I'm happy. Finally we were able to meet Mom," I said, looking at my father who was holding me warmly. Glanced at my smiling sister happily as well. Thank you, Dad, for not taking us to see Mom" I said happily.

"Together, Son. Dad is also very happy to see these two little daughters of Daddy if happy too," said my father with all his happy heart. Hugged the two of us tightly in front of the grave of our long-forgotten mother.

Parents support their children. The most precious child . **Without them living feels empty.

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