The True Love
Old friend

it's not a better night than a thousand months. But, the third hundred and sixty-five-day night Denai was domiciled in the Capital, Jakarta. That means, during that time Denai has never returned to his hometown, Payakumbuh. Love two eyes at a distance, jerking jolts.

Actually, the problem of distance and time is not the cause, Ride Lion Airlines flight 299,000 rupiah, in just one and a half hours from Soekarno-Hatta Airport to Bandarai Tabing. The rest, plus three hours ride the Padang-Payakumbuh Morning Star Bus.

Cost issue? Maybe too small for the size. Because Denai works at a Travel Agent as a Ticketing Staff.

"Go home, boy! If you don't want to meet the red earth," Mother's letter said.

Not usually mom makes a letter as short as this Usually Mother will write first about the wara her brothers.

The quarrel of Mira, her eldest sister, with her husband. Mira's school problems lean towards religious school, while the husband leaned towards public school only. Both have the same reason.

"If we go to a religious school, who knows how to pay back to his parents!" that's Mira's hope.

"You always hear people's words better than your own husband's. Let's see, so many children are now in religious school, his mother Hajj, his father ustadz, his children are even thugs! Religious school or public school, the real pole in each other's hearts Hasn't the system never been a guarantee?" her husband voiced objections.

Mita, her sister number two, who likes to move places of business.

"If I forcefully continue to open a food stall in East Sumatra Cross, gradually no people! Asleep buyer! Lose to compete with the rise of shophouses, Mom."

"market opportunities must be read. The problem is you're far from God's religion, you're behind, Mita!" cursing Mother at that time Lain was also with Taufik, the only brother.

"I'll divorce him!"

"Slightly divorced you say. It's easy to tell the words of divorce on your tongue. Therefore, pray for you truly, Fik! Don't stay carried away either. Play you with divorce words. It's one of God's most hated deeds!" between mother, when Taufik often complained of his quarrel with his wife.

It has been raining nonstop since morning. Cold ambushed all the way to the bone marrow. Denai put the two Iututs together in the boarding room.

Now, if you no longer tell me about her brother in the letter, are you happy with all her sisters now? Did you learn everything from past experiences? Just like him, when making a decision to migrate to the land of people?

The presence of the stepfather, which Denai felt was like a thief. Thief of mother's love from her. Wasn't it! It was not the act that forced Denai to go far from his hometown, Payakumbuh. Far from kinsmen, far from old friends, far from someone he had felt for a long time it must be love: mother

Only three hundred and sixty days. Why did you write those words? Compare when Denai studied for five and a half years in the city of Students, Yogyakarta. During that time, Denai only once returned home to Payakumbuh. That too because of the forced.

"Sir.., I'm very sick!" the contents of Ima's step-sister letter are shorter than the contents of Mother's current letter. In fact, the distance traveled longer. Two nights on the ALS bus headed for Yogyakarta Payakumbuh. Even Denai can still spread a happy smile. Could home. Meet mom. At the time, Denai was just a newspaper founder.

"Ah.., at most Mother just misses. Other than that, it certainly doesn't exist" Denai grinned sansai.

"Don't because of your age...? Fifty-four years old, is it too old for the size of an Indonesian man? Is Mom sick?" Denai increasingly entangled various kinds of thoughts. The longer the more it feels ambushing his whole head Battle in a thousand and one wishful thinking.

"Eat him, leave the habit of drinking copil Expand drinking water. Keep your body healthy!" Cold Denai next to Mom. At that time, I had a high fever. The hope was one at that time. I quit the habit of drinking coffee a little once. That was more than enough for him to love Mom.

"You don't know Denai, if you don't take a kopl once a day, I'm dizzy, '" I grumbled.

Death is in God's hands, but what is it wrong for us to keep ourselves from it? Denai thought turned out to float up to nature there! When Denai's farewell to Mom. The most loved. It is unacceptable until now. But proof? The farewell was inevitable! Just finished SMU a week. Denai wants to fully continue his work as a teacher in the old surau ujung village. His name is Surau Lakuak. If during SMU, Denai taught the village children to be impressed just part-time. Denai had to divide his time between studying, school, helping his mother and stepfather work in the rice fields. But now, it has certainly reduced by one. It was very happy for Denai at that time.

His desire to become a teacher began to have a lot of time in making it truly happy. We can share what is in our head with others. This is the whisper of Denai's heart when the village children have now been smart to read the Qur'an in Ber-alif-ba-tsa surau every morning and evening with the village children, he said, really felt it is the essence of his life as a human being. When we can give something good to each other! This was the principle of Denai's life at the time.

"Tomorrow, if I see that you teach in Surau, I won't hesitate to drag you in the middle of those children, too," I looked fed up.

"What's wrong, Mom, am I teaching?" Denai opened the Tafsir Al-Azhar sheet that he often read.

Denai flirted with the words mother. Although the religious school is not his background, but when he tried to understand his viability in kaffah, is it wrong? Denai doesn't break charcoal. All of my words are not a barrier. Hanging beards, combined with the white robe that the mother called the grandfather-patuk clothes, Denai sauntered calmly to the surau Lakuak. Like other worship atmosphere, Khusuk and calm. Denai began his studies that afternoon by telling a story first. The village children seemed ready to hear the story of the teacher teaching him, which they called the call "ustadz"

"This time, Ustadz will tell you about filial piety to mothers. But before, Ustadz will ask first, remember the younger brothers and sisters of the story about Malin Kundang!?"

"Denna.. Denai!? Go home" cried Mother rushed to jump the male and female hijab made of green-painted plywood board, As soon as Mother was in front of Denal.

"You don't understand what I'm saying from home? The son did not obey!" Mother directly pulled both arms from the top of the podium dragging forcibly out of the surau. Denai's mouth is gritted. Denai followed step by step mother's foot. His eyes were empty combing the entire surau. While the village children saw this unusual sight decorate the cold. They whispered to each other next door. Why would an ustdaz anger his mother? Of course, Denai has now transformed into the real Malin Kundang, in the minds of the village children. Denai's the opponent's son! Denai is a bad boy! Arriving at home, Mother's blood rises even more.

"Shame me for your work!"

"Mom.. Den.. "Shut up! I'm against saying it!"

"An unwelcome bath soap from your work teaches that teaching! Not to mention the words of the villagers on the edge of the bath, in the fields, in the fields, in the week about you!" Denai.

Cowering in her Roman teary eyes. Do not understand, what are the words of the village about him all this time?

"Like a motherless child your father feels. In fact, from childhood I was raised until you finished school anyway. Your father works hard, sometimes head to foot, feet to head, to send you to school. You even act like trading children, migrating to the land of people, not thousands of fathers. Then, offer yourself to teach in mosques or in surau-surau like this. Then the villagers will pity, giving these-that's how you humiliated me!?" Denai doesn't know how else to deal with Mom. Denai doesn't understand how Mom thinks? So, Denai continues to be petrified.

"Go from the top of this house! You've been big, good bad you know!" Mom passed by blushing her face. Wrestling with his own mind. I don't know where to complain. Denai finally caught in a tear in a long prayer mat before a third of the night. Just like a third of the night ago. The perfect Denai spilled all his despair and taste on Him.

The difference is, the words of the last Mother continue to sting in the heart. Without much more consideration. Denal decided to really lift his legs. Depart tomorrow. When the sun rises.

"Oh my God, Mother... Mothers... Mama!" a single word flashed violently that invited more and more deep sorrow in the heart. After the income, regret then useless, does not apply to Denai. Farewell to Mom really felt as if she was in a new life. A life far from the safest of Mom's brief thoughts. As this whole time. Always create water and fire, between them.

The two are now far apart. Maybe in this way, Mother found the meaning of life by changing her thinking? After all, all this time, it was the most appropriate place for Mother to complain about all complaints.

"God is really fair, Mom! He never created anything in vain. There must be some wisdom behind it all!"

Denai returned to frying the cold alone in the boarding room. Remembering the time in the rice field with mom waiting for her field. How did Denai finish school at SMU? His half-sister went to school with four. It costs only from the mother selling vegetables. While the stepfather is only a farmer, who works for the fields of people's fields. If not the power of God, it is impossible that this life will run, concluded Denai one day.

Almost in the afternoon. The rain never stopped. In a moment, the night will deliver dark anyway. Mother's letter is getting more closely. Denai had to decide that night, so or not go home to see Mom. Why did you remember just to miss? No more than that. Why did you never ask about her work? About college? His break has entered the fourth semester! About where he lives? About not wanting a new daughter-in-law? Twenty-five years, it was a year ago! Denai won't start asking mom about all that. After all, during this time, life decisions he made often got the answer on a long prayer mat. When the moon falls on the court. By a third of the night. At night editing the moon. The solemn Denai drew near to him.

Not everyone experiences it. Perhaps the measure of love for Him is the determinant, not the shape. Because between size and shape often, deceive. So, the night of editing the moon is the special meeting that Denai always awaits. She said in a previous letter. Mother will follow him to the region if he does not go back home to Payakumbuh. Fortunately, in the third night, at night editing the moon, Denai got an answer. Denai believes, all of that is a mere emotional mother. It will never be real.

From there, Denai begins to learn that emotionally while Mom often destroys what vang exists. But, for the contents of this letter, Denai will wait another third of the night. At night, editing the moon. The moments Denai can remember all.

Start about all her self-centered brother. Stepfather since present in his life is like a stone statue. Stepbrothers are trying to get closer to religion. Mom started talking about the heir to her fortune. It all stirs up in the head. Denai can see everything with his heart in the highest love for Him.

"Lord, why did you keep me away from Mother? My love for you is in line with my love for Mom. Lord, You say in Your Book, when a servant of Yours approaches You, You will draw a step closer to Your servant.I When Your servant approaches by walking, You will come closer by running. But, why between me and Mom, you only give it all, only in one third of the night. At night editing the moon? Sometimes, I doubt Your presence at that time. Because between me and Mom, do you always make a doubt of love? Or am I not your servant? Is there still your love for me? For Mom?"

Now, then the tightness in the chest hit Denai. Will the moments of the night edit the moon be found again? Only the phone at his boarding house was ringing loudly. In Payakumbuh is Hajj Day. Please worry that all family members are gathering for his return. All take turns. Between his brother and sister.

Repeatedly over an interlocal telephone line,

"Denai, I've been!"

"Sister, Mother is gone!"