About Dad, Love, And His Friends

Not Like My Shadow

If this man is my father, then my mother is right, he is not a good priest and role model for me.

"Why did Iyan limp in jail, sir?"I'm getting curious.

"Oo if it's not know Nak.Tau Iyan limped in jail also heard the story of the other person.Pity his wife, his daughter was pregnant at that time.'

"His wife is beautiful, a teacher.A few days after Iyan limped in prison, Arumi's mother moved from here." continued the old man.

Degh ... ! My heart seemed to stop beating when Mr. Husein mentioned the name Arumi.

Arumi Indriani is the full name of bundaku.The mother of a teacher and many people do say my bundle has a beautiful face.

"Do you know Arumi's full name?"I was hoping Arumi, who said Mr. Husein was not my mother.

"Arumi Ind-Ind." replied Mr. Husein stammering while trying to remember.

"Arumi indriani."My neighbor was a little nervous.

"yes..koq tau?"ask Mr. Husein in shock.

"Because I'm the child she's carrying, sir!"there was pain, pain in my heart knowing how bleak the past life of my parents was.

The two old gentlemen were shocked.They looked at each other and looked at me simultaneously.Then looked at me again as if they could not believe what they had just heard.

"So you're Arumi and Iyan's mom's son limping?"the two old men asked almost simultaneously.

I nodded and pleaded with them not to juxtapose the limping word again behind my father's name.Either why do I feel disapproving of such a discriminatory call.

Suppose a father is caught committing a crime of corruption though, his children will still not be willing if his father is called a corruptor in front of him.The child certainly does not defend his corrupt behavior, he said,but the child only hoped that the father would remain a respectable figure in his eyes.

Akh .. My mind is moving everywhere.

All this time I was so proud that my father's name was written on the back of my name.I'm proud that my name is with my father's name.

Aktar Rifani bin Rayyan Ahmad.Once the letters are listed on each registration form since the beginning of Kindergarten, until I am currently enrolled as a student at one of the universities in this city.

Rayyan Ahmad I think a good name.Rayyan is one of the names of the doors of heaven, so the lecture of ustadz that I have heard.Although Ahmad means commendable.

Why is a name so good called limp?I object to you but later the facts are so.

"I'm sorry I want Aktar! We do not mean to trivial Mr. Iyan.Kan already said earlier, the designation was just to distinguish Iyan from one another." made clear Mr. Husein felt guilty.

Mr. Rashid also added."Yes Nak Aktar.But we did not make that name, we just follow what people in this village said when calling Iyan."

I was silent ...

They're right, I can't blame them.

"Allohu Akbar's...Allohu Akbar," Suddenly the voice of Adhan reverberated.

Without feeling the time of Ashar prayer has arrived.

"Is there anything else Mr. Hussein and Mr. Rashid know about my father?"ask me before parting ways with those two kind and friendly parents.

Both are shaking.

"Son Aktar! If you want to know about Mr. Iyan, meet aja pak Asrul.Beliau must know a lot about your father.Formerly while single both equally ngekost in this village.They are close friends, they,because both overseas feel as lucky as possible.But lately Mr. Iyan ngekost himself."

"If you can know why, sir?"

Haa... Asrul sir is also a former criminal nara? I murmured in my heart.

Then the three of us rushed to take ablution to perform congregational prayers.

Humans are dho'if beings.

Creatures that have many sides of weakness and shortcomings.As weak servants, of course, humans need help and protection.Good place to ask for help, and the best shelter is only to Allah SWT.

To achieve all that man must be a devout servant.One way to prove obedience is certainly to carry out worship, including prayer.Even prayer is the main worship.

After finishing performing the bersama'ah ashar prayer, I raise my hands pleading with Allah SWT so that I am immediately reunited with my father.Amin !!!

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Tonight I can not sleep.My mind can not be separated from my conversation with Mr. Husein and Mr. Rashid last afternoon.Many things that I did not expect about the father.Dad a disabled and former criminal nomads, he said, far from my shadow all this time.

Then what mistakes did you make that dealt with the law?

Mr. Asrul also who according to Mr. Husein and Mr. Rashid is a friend of my father, which I scheduled to see him today but I recounted for mepetnya time, as well as a criminal.What are these two friends criminals?

What crime did they commit that Asrul's father and sir were languishing in prison? Are they both convicted in the same case? If the case is the same why is the time of detention different? Maybe the other case is so I guessed it's temporary.

This I will confirm to Mr. Asrul if there is a chance to meet.But where should I meet Mr. Asrul?

Akh...why did I forget to ask this important question to Mr. Hussein and Mr. Rashid?

Yes ...! Mr. Asrul is very important for me at this time.With him I hope my search about the father can be brimmed.Hopefully he has a lot of information about the father.

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The clock on the wall of my room shows the number 23.15 WIB, but my eyes can not be closed yet.I went out of the room to the front room, apparently Mother also did not sleep.

Mother seems busy operating the laptop in front of her, on a table located in the corner of the room.

Perhaps Mother is busy preparing assignments or subject matter that will be taught tomorrow at the school where Mother teaches, so Mother does not realize my presence in the room.

I watched Mother from the sofa where I was sitting.There is pity to see Mother who is single parent working hard in place of the role of father to meet the needs of our lives.

 "Ecci ... " I pretended to have a small cough trying to distract Mother.

"Eh..actress! Tumben Mother's child at this hour has not slept?" Such pampering tone often Mother said.Although already in college, but Mother still likes to pamper me with such sentences.

My relationship with Mother is actually very warm and harmonious, but since the presence of my father in my mind and in every theme of our debate, my relationship with Mother lately feels cold.

Tonight we see the words of Mother trying to restore the harmonious relationship.

"Bun ...? Mommy can come here?"I asked while pause you tube on android that I have been watching since.

"What's up, son?"replied Mother approaching me.

"Have you ever seen this video?"ask Mommy after sitting right next to me.

"What video?"ask Mommy to look curious.

Seriate...