About Dad, Love, And His Friends

The Story of Pilu Father

Mr. Asrul coughed a little before reconnecting his story.

"Time passes, life goes on.When Rayyan sat in the third grade of High School, her sister Rhodiah sat in the first grade of SMK, my dear mother returned to Mercyullah."

"His mother left exactly a month before Rayyan took the pass-graduation exam.By the heart that is still covered in grief,Rayyan also faced UAN (National Final Examination) with concentration that was divided because of the loss of dear Mother who had been the biggest motivation for Rayyan and Rodiah to be diligent in learning and achievement."

"Since SD the brother beradek it has always been the first champion in his class and got Student Duty from the government for the achievements of both."

"But even though it is still in the mourning atmosphere Rayyan the genius child still graduated with the title as the student with the highest score in South Tapanuli Regency."

"Rayyan got an invitation and Student Duty from several universities in the provincial capital, Medan.But Rayyan did not take any of the opportunities and opportunities,with reason unable to leave the scene of the growing girl who still needs supervision and attention so as not to fall into the valley of free association that makes young people now lose their creative power."

"A year later when Rodiah was in the second grade of SMK, his wife who was 5 years older than Rodiah came to his hand."

"Rodiah received the proposal without thinking long.Rodiah willing to marry young and drop out of school so as not to be a barrier for his brother to forward the message and wishes of Mother."

"At first Rayyan opposed and did not approve of his sister's decision, but the sincere girl with various reasons was finally able to give understanding to her brother."

"Two weeks after his sister's wedding, Rayyan sadly resigned and left his hometown, the land of his beloved birthplace.Leaving millions of memories for an ideal, for the sake of a promise to the late mother."

"Rayyan did not forget to visit his mother's grave.Rayyan read Surah Al-Fatihah, Al-Ikhlas and Al-Mau'zatain and raised his hand, berdo'a to Allah SWT may the late Mother be placed in the best place ,also hope that the reward of the verses of the Qur'an recited was given to the late Mother."

"After the prayer, Rayyan hugged her mother's navel, and the tears spilled unstoppable again.Remememembered all the memories that passed with Mother, she said,from the happy to the sad memories.Rayyan spilled a thousand longs piled at the bottom of the heart by tightly hugging the mother's navel."

Mr. Asrul paused for a moment, his eyes reddened in a pool of clear water that was dammed by his eyelids.

Just like Mr. Asrul, I also have no power to hold back tears.I feel tight to hear the story of father's grief.

Then Mr. Asrul widened his story again ...

"My story and your father's story of three dollars, almost similar.Just I'm a little bit luckier, I still have both parents when I come to this field."

"Like Rayyan I'm also the first child, the only one named Kayla.Aku and Kayla are the children who excel.Often won the SD-level intelligent competition in the city Pematang Siantar."

"But unfortunately after finishing Elementary School Kayla did not want to continue anymore because of economic limitations.Kayla chose to help the mother sell fried food."

"Me and Kayla were born to a poor family.My father was only a plantation worker.While Mother was only a housewife who sold fried food on the weekend."

"After the end of SMK, seeing the economy of parents who are getting worse because Dad is often sickly, I never fantasized and thought about going to college again."

"But Father with all his support and hope wants me to continue with school."

"You're the only boy I'd ever hope to raise this family's dignity.Although Dad's sick,as long as you're given the chance to live, you'll keep fighting so you don't feel the way you feel."

"Until this moment I couldn't help but cry every time I remembered Dad's advice." Mr. Asrul lowered his head for a long time.Once his shoulders were lifted because of the desire.

Two or maybe three minutes later, Mr. Asrul raised his head again after wiping his eyes that began to look swollen.

"With a life story that is almost similar, my father and I feel the same fate and sorrow.Added chemistry that was established between us when we first met at the Amplas terminal at that time, making us agree to host together, he said,because they both have no family to go to in this city" said Mr. Asrul.

Suddenly Mr. Asrul stood up from his place.

"To the bathroom for a moment." said Mr. Asrul as he stepped.

My eyes followed Mr. Asrul who stepped into the backyard of the old lapo.I saw him entering a square room that was walled, but did not have a roof.

I'm guessing it's WC, where the old lapo customers shitting.

As long as Mr. Asrul was in the bathroom, I pondered and thought a lot.

Questions piled up in my mind unanswered.

Until now, limited to the story told by Mr. Asrul I feel I have not been able to draw conclusions father is a figure like What?

Why is the perception that you have planted so far in my brain about my father so contradicted by the story told by Mr. Asrul?

Which of these two is right?

Mother or Mr Asrul?

As far as the story that Asrul told me just now, I feel that my father is not the bad guy that you often call.

But Mr. Asrul the drunk was certainly defending his best friend, not-don't the story that was conveyed was just a mere setting.

Can the life story of the two be very similar? If Asrul's father and sir are good people, why should they go to jail?

But indeed the fact cannot be denied that not everyone who is in prison is a bad person.There are several cases of good people who are thrown into prison for various reasons, reasons of interest or perhaps political reasons.

Ah ...! I don't know? I like to be confused when I get into politics.

But Mother also all this time just said, Your father is evil, Your father is not a decent person and deserves to be used as a priest or role model, he said,but Mommy never details what kind of crime you have done so far.

Mother also never gave a reason why Dad could not be made a priest and also as a role model?

Is a statement without support for good reason acceptable? Isn't that what we call hoaxes? Mummets...

Seriate...