25 Years of Father

Misunderstand Dad

Short meeting with Mom. We all gathered at Mother's house filled with memories. Where before Dad left, he had visited here. Mom and Mom hugged each other in tears. They were two women who both lost the figure of Dad.

Just to visit, that's why we stayed there one night. And the next day we rushed to go back home to Mamah and Dad in the village. Where all the family and relatives of Mamah awaited our arrival.

Many are sad to not be able to see Dad's funeral.

When we arrived home one by one people came to visit the house hugging Mamah and crying. They were all very close neighbors to us. In difficult times, Mamah used to spend time with them just to gather to make a cake together.

“Pattern well, Ni. Your husband is calm there. Poor his father Anggia. For years he continued to feel pain, now God has healed his father Anggia. You must be strong for your two children. Ica still needs her mother.” I shed tears suddenly hearing how sincerely I heard.

Everyone who lives in our neighborhood is very nice. They are like family to us. That's why Mama doesn't want to move out of her house. Mamah never intended to move to the city even though our family income was enough for the future.

Seeing Mamah's limp and discouraged condition, I could only bring food to Mamah and Ica. Here I have Angga who can give me spirit. But, Mamah and Ica they have no one but me.

I remember when Dad was alive, he always said. Never eat money that is not your right. Especially to let others be troubled because they do not get your help. Help as much as possible later what you give to others will surely turn around with the good we get.

“Daddy, thank you for what you have taught us so far. Anggia proud of Dad.” I said in my heart.

“Poor of Your Father, Anggia. He said his children had no one to help. Especially you, want to wake up the house he said you do not want. With money you want to give it back. Dad's sad. He said why he works in his life if he can't make his kids happy.” I looked down in tears hearing one of Dad's friends say that.

The regret felt so great I felt. “Dad, I don't want to help Dad. A dime of Dad's money I can't bear to wear. I've worked, I've got a husband who's responsible for it all. The sickly father. I want you to please love your Dad with your work.” Maybe it's just these words of regret that I can say.

Because you left without knowing what my true intentions were. I just want Dad and Mom to enjoy their old age. I've burdened them enough in my childhood.

Even if I can't give them anything, I can't burden Dad and Mom.