About the Heart

Mutual Forgiveness

No man is always right in his life. Wrong is a common thing. Sorry is the key to making mistakes out of hate. Eliminate vengeance and re-establish brotherhood with a holy heart. Saying sorry, no need to wait for a certain day. The faster it will be the more accurate. Every second is the best time.

"Ma, I'm sorry Rosa. During this time, Rosa often hurt Mama's heart. Refuted by the word "ah" when Mama ruled."

Lovingly, Mama stroked my hair that was resting on her lap. "Sorry you're late."

"Kok, Mama is that? No grudges, Ma," I said, showing off a smile.

"Who is vengeful? There, Mama, I'm sorry before you apologize."

"Tuh, horrified! love Mama that all the time," said Mr. Aryan who joined the gathering at the apartment after knowing Mama came to visit.

"Isn't Mom the love of all that time?" timpal Kristy who was engrossed in lesehan beside Mr. Aryan while snacking on fried skin nuts.

"If it's mom's love, song!" chirps Dion who just came from buying extra snacks, but Mama has brought a lot of food.

Mr. Aryan and Kristy suddenly stood up and sang the song Kasih Ibu by SM Mochtar in a convincing style. So-sookan choose the sound break, and use the falseto technique. Gokils. Moreover, at the end of the song Kristy immediately hugged Mama hysterically. While the brother just smiled from his position.

"Mama, Kristy's been a lot wrong. Because I'm sure you're sorry, so Kristy asked for extra pocket money. Yes, Ma?" said Kristy who instead of making a moved but even make everyone anxious to nudge him.

"Enak is really a child, pocket money only in his mind," timpalku still fun spoiled in the lap of Mama.

"Give me, youngest son."

While Kristy and I were busy arguing, Mr. Aryan and Dion were busy in the kitchen. I don't know what they're doing, but it doesn't seem far from cooking. This family is different. If usually girls who always dwell in the world of civilization, then here the boys who do.

"Help your Masmu, sana! mom's orders respond to Kristy's bad behavior.

Instead of obeying, even berkelayut spoiled on the shoulder Mama. Winding arms, hugging. "Mama, Mas and Brother do not need help. They are reliable chefs."

"Private chef," I chanted, recalling my conversation with Dion a while ago.

"His son became Miss Rosa. I'd like to have a husband who can cook, "jeweled Kristy seloroh.

"So you're the Saipul, Ma! He is the master of Bakmi Jogja. Pinter cooks it, sure."

My laughter blared. Remembering who Saipul is, I laughed. The man with a level of fondness with Bang Ismed always spread the charm with his customers. Throw bangs that became his trademark he made a tool to hook love. (Visuals that come to mind, who? Depe is Babang Tamvan, former vocalist Kenjen Ben)

"Saipul, who?" Dion kepo when I heard another man's name I mentioned with my mouth.

"His secret admirer Ms. Rosa, Mas."

Kristy's curse, managed to make Dion frown. He immediately looked at me, looking for answers to the statements he had just heard. As a result, I hurried up and approached my husband who was being tickled with jealousy.

"Your secret admirer?" dion's question wasn't satisfied with my explanation.

"Responsible, tuh! Same with Dion!" my orders to Kristy who just keeps laughing because it managed to make Dion a dilemma.

"Yes, Mas. Saipul's an admirer of Mbak Rosa." Kristy is becoming. Instead of clearing up, it makes things worse.

The two brothers kept talking to each other. The more Dion's club, the more Kristy also the more fervent. I chose to leave them. Walk into the kitchen, see what Mr. Aryan is doing.

"Bang, very busy? Make what, anyway?" I asked while picking up the fried banana that had just been drained. Tau just came out of the frying pan but I can't wait to try it out because of its very seductive appearance. The golden yellow color and crunchy look made my taste stirred for a moment when I saw it.

"Slow down, it's still hot."

Along with my arrival, apparently Pak Aryan also completed his last fry. He accompanied me to sit at the dinner table. Looked at me carefully and always smiled as usual.

"Why come here? Looking for your husband."

"He's talking to Kristy again."

Mr. Aryan turned his gaze towards the room they were in. Although slightly obstructed the room divider, but still quite visible how the two brothers twisted the word. Even occasionally Mama looks chimed in and laughed together.

"Bang, I want to apologize" I said while biting my fried banana.

"I don't accept your apology."

The fried banana I swallowed faster. Immediately take water and gulp it to quench thirst. "I'm serious, Bang. In a moment, I'm leaving for Umrah. There I want all my worship to be facilitated. That's why I want to apologize. Because I realized that I had a lot of mistakes. What I didn't do on purpose, must have been more. So, will you forgive me?"

Mr. Aryan twisted his body to face me. Struggling my hands to shake the top of my head. "There's nothing I need to forgive because I feel like you've never been wrong."

"Don't do that. It's my fault it's a lot, Bang."

Keep my eyes straight at the dining table. Ignoring Mr. Aryan on the left side. I took a deep breath a moment after I lowered my head. Some time I stayed in that position. I slowly turned around to face the brother. Raised his head and stared tightly at his bead eyes.

"Give me, sorry!"

Mr. Aryan looked at me with slightly rounded eyes. Re-reviewed the smile and ruffled the top of my head for the second time. "I'm sorry I was there before you asked, even before you made a mistake."

I'm sorry I was expecting that he finally said. Relieved, that's the taste that carved into my heart. Anyhow, before I leave then I'll expect forgiveness from everyone I know. There was only one person I could not meet and I heard the word forgive from his lips. He who knows where. Yes ... It's sorry from Tya. The girl suddenly resigned after taking a one-week leave. I lost contact. Mr. Aryan doesn't know. But I pray that he can forgive me one day, if indeed now his forgiveness has not been sincerely said.

Actually there's one more. Sorry for someone I hurt. Ah, maybe he hurt me, but I also want to apologize. Maybe it was because I hurt her unintentionally.