Bismillah Love

homecoming

Time continues to run without feeling the first Ramadan Tampa father and mother who are ready to be his alarm.now the alarm cell phone is his mainstay to wake him up to immediately rush sahur. The first year feels how the mother reports preparing sahur food, if she was woken up after everything was neatly arranged at the table, in contrast to this year, she must prepare everything alone, she said, not to mention when he woke up too late had to hurry.

The first experience taught her a lot of things.not easy to be a mother, wake up when others are still sound asleep, throw away all the drowsiness that is still in the eye fertilizers, wake up with a stagger but the mother never complains.not to mention when others relax waiting for breaking time, the mother is busy in the kitchen, there is no fatigue, no fatigue, hunger and thirst to undergo fasting that you do not feel or mother complains.

The heart wants to go home immediately, hug the mother, apologize and say thank you, although he will not be able to repay all that you have given and mother did.

installing seat belts according to flight attendant instructions, installing mobile airplane mode.The color of the aircraft will immediately take off all passengers are required to follow all rules and instructions from the flight attendant.. Flight Jogjakarta - Pekanbaru.

Two hours more flight jogjakarta - Pekanbaru, and now the plane has landed safely and safely. Sultan Syarif Kasim II Airport is an airport in the city of Pekanbaru, a city that Syafeera misses, his hometown, Syafeera is not a native Malay tribe, but because the father and mother Merantau and she is the daughter born from the city of Pekanbaru. Sunda's thick blood was still flowing within him.

Walking down the stairs of the plane, his eyes radiated happiness looking around, almost a year ago he was also here to Jogjakarta, now he returned, a smile that could not be separated, and Syafeera went to the trunk to get her suitcase.

After his suitcase he got, Syafeera rushed to the exit, his return is Tampa to the knowledge of father and mother so obviously no invitation, looking for a taxi and immediately to his home address.

"Mother's father...Sya went home.." he muttered as he stepped out looking for a taxi.

approximately Thirty minutes from the banda Towards his house.more precisely the house of father and mother. The taxi stopped right in front of the Tiny and simple house, it looked so beautiful, because the father's house was indeed grown several types of plants and flowers.

"this is the fare, thank you sir"

"same-sama neng..."

Syafeera looked around, the house she longed for, the warmth, the togetherness she longed for so much.

Tok.shock.

"Awhile.."sahut from the inside.

"o Allah is the voice of the mother." her murmur upon hearing the reply of the mother from her knock.

Mother walked towards the front door, "who's Bun...??" ask Dad

"Don't know yah. Mommy look first"

kreeks...

The sound of the door opened slowly, and how shocked the mother when she saw the figure in front of her eyes, the mother repeatedly rubbed her eyes, like a dream, but it was not a dream, but it was not a dream, Syafeera held back her tears so as not to spill, but in vain, her tears flowed without permission.Had embraced the mother, convincing the mother that this was real, not a dream.

"hiks..hiks...ma's mother went home.hiks....hiks..."

"hiks...This is really you dear" replied the mother by stretching her arms Syafeera, then cupped her face, the princess,

"this is Sya Bun.. This is Syafeera mother's child.hiks...hiks.." and the answer even made the mother's cry broke so easily so her, and the mother tightened her embrace,

The father who heard the sound of crying came out worried

"Mother what's wrong..??" asked Dad, and the father was made shocked by the scenery in front of him.

Dad immediately stretched his arms two different women of that generation, staring at the princess,

"Dad..hiks...hiks.." - Syafeera.

"masyaallah Syafeera.." lirih Father then showered the princess with a kiss of love on the forehead and left right cheek Syafeera.

"Yes not asked to go in.hiks..hiks... told in front of the door aja" his chat, and it made both parents laugh.

"get in. baby come in... Sakin happy nich.." said Mother brought Syafeera inside, while the father pulled Syafeera suitcase

"he didn't come home...??" ask mother,

"lumayan Bun, two weeks of longing.."

"say you want to play father and mother??" the lyrics of the father with his pretentious expression were angry but it appeared that a thin smile was still engraved.

"not the father, but a surprise.hehehe".dad pinched the princess's pointed nose and made a little red.

"sick well.. it's not dear yes the same Sya, or maybe the program dad want to make adek for Sya succeeded.." Syafeera said.

"hahah.he succeeded.." replied the father.

"seriously...??" ask Syafeera in disbelief

"do you believe in me...??" ask mother

"iih mah's father..."

"he's the time you want the same race you Qianita." said Mother

"hahaha.kunny and children will be the same age if they can succeed" Syafeera said.

"already...already...continued later chat,.you Must be tired right, fasting...??"

"Alhamdulillah fasting well.yes I've gone to the room first yes well, Bun..."

Syafeera went to the room in between by the mother, at the door of the room, and the room was still the same as the last time she lived.

"clean really. always clean mother" said mother.

"thank you, Bun.bunda is the best." while peeping the mother's left cheek

"yes you have rest... Mother wants to continue to make the fasting opening"

"Yes help..."

"don't baby.you just take a break"

"but I..."

"there is still tomorrow Syafeera said, and the mother did not stop smiling to see the change of her daughter, this even he offered when he had just traveled far enough.

Looking around, absolutely nothing changed, mother so keep her room, not even a little dust, sitting on the bed, stroking her bed, like taking off was taking off longing, not even a little dust,then a few minutes later he broke his body, because he could not be denied, his body was tired.

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