The Unforgettable
Feel Failed

Peace, the feeling that enveloped Alira's heart as Mother's fingers gently danced over her head. In the quiet of the night that came, the mother and child were still awake. Alira sleeps in mom's lap. They are in one room, enjoying togetherness after a long time without seeing.

Without a word spoken from his lips. They were both silent, not a word to say. But the tongue feels bad. Mother occasionally sighed softly, giving space in the chest that felt tight.

There are a lot of things in that woman's heart. Disappointment wrapped in guilt that perched in the chest. Makes that taste stifling. Had he not let go of his daughter for a different college town might not have been so far.

But regret, everything has happened. Nor will it restore all that has been taken away. All you have to do now is try to improve yourself.

'' Sleeping son is already night said the mother to her daughter.

'' Yes ma'am '' said Alira. Alira moved her head to the pillow. Mother did not move from her son's bed. He went to lie down, rubbed the princess' head gently again.

Mom rubbed Alira's head for a while, until Alira seemed to close her eyes. Her breathing seemed regular, the mother stroked that deep face with teary eyes.

'' Forgive the servant who cannot keep Your care, O Allah, I watered Mother with sorrow. Tears could not be contained anymore, the feeling of failing to become a more domineering old man in his heart. Rather than being disappointed in the child.

'' I have failed to guide him, O Allah, said the mother again, a sense of tightness increasingly squeezed his chest. Makes the middle-aged woman sting. She covered her mouth with her palm. Resisting the crying sound that was about to break.

Slowly, so as not to disturb the princess's sleep. Mom got out of bed, and out of the room. The woman's pace got faster, with half a run. Mom went out of the house.

Under the dim garden lights, it sat on a bench under a mango tree. Sobbing in such a bitter cry. Seemed many times the mother hit her own chest slowly. The feeling of tightness ensnared his heart. The sense of failing to be a mother who educates and accompanies her children makes her heart miserable.

The night continued to rise, bringing silence. Mother is still stuck in the dust. He broke his heart, found his son two. Aib that he must bear for life. What should cover it up with ?.

'' The heavy voice called out to the downcast mother with tears continuing to flow. Mother raised her head, found her husband standing there.

'' Sir'' said Mother who now covers her face with the palm of her hand. Father gently rubbed his wife's back, then sat down next to her.

'' Ma'am, everything has already happened. This is a test we have to accept. Live with sincere bu ''. Father tried to calm his wife while continuing to rub the woman's back.

Mother still sobbing in tears, the Father grabbed the wife's body and took her into the arms.

'' Mother failed sir, mother has failed to educate children said Mother in her husband's arms.

Mother began to calm down in the arms of her husband. His sobs have subsided. He was full of patience and affection, rubbing his back and occasionally landing a kiss on his head.

'' We have to finish our duty ma'am. Alira had to marry a Febrian said the father, the mother just nodded in her husband's arms.

In the night, under the dim light of the moon. The couple's husband and wife strengthen each other. Try to be honest with what has already happened. And be able to stand as a wise parent for his child. Even though the mistake was too big and of course smeared their faces . But children are still children who are their responsibility.

Punishing and ignoring them is not an option. They must stay close and guide him so as not to lose their way too far. Hating a child for a mistake is not a right thing. Because they are still our children, things that must be accounted for until the day when the body has been separated from life.

Without a husband and wife it knows, behind a wall not far from there. Alira seemed to be sitting with a cry without a sound. When his parents failed because of his actions. His heart was broken, he had injured both of his parents.

The old man who never disappointed himself now, it was he who disappointed and made such a deep wound. His folly lulled in the sweetness of love now leaves many wounds.

Wounds that will not be young to heal. Alira sat down with her face on her knees. All the regrets and guilt are now pouring deeper. Sickness, even breathing feels heavy.

'' O Allah forgive the servant, he said softly in an incessant sobbing. The image of the wounded face drawn on the faces of his parents danced in the eye. Alira huffled to hold back so that her crying voice could not be heard.

She was just pretending to be asleep, while she was still in her room. And when the mother cries and blames herself for the sins committed by Alira. Makes Alira tick.

He realized not only the shame and disappointment that he inflicted on the hearts of both. But also such a deep wound. It is selfish of him who does not think about them when he is lulled into that sweet sin.

Could this be God's recompense for the sin he had already committed ?. In the duakan when the love is still beautiful. He felt that his world had been destroyed, that his heart was the most wounded. But it turns out he was wrong.

The quiet, peaceful, and comfortable world of his parents is what he has destroyed. He was devastated by everything he did wrong. He hurt their hearts more than Febrian pain inflicted on him.

Long enough Alira sat there, until the pain felt in his stomach. The woman seemed to be trying to calm herself down. Reduces the pain that surrounds his stomach.

Alira seemed to straighten her legs, take a deep breath and exhale slowly. The pain running through his stomach gradually decreased. Alira ya g saw Mother and Father who were holding each other standing from the garden chair.

Alira quickly entered the room. Wrapping yourself in a blanket. Removing the rest of her tears and then trying to get closed. Although his heart still left a sense of tightness.