Black Room

Perceptiveness

The world is only black and white. Red and other colors are like the world's colors as a complement to the perfection of the world. The end of life is black and white. Death and life, sin and hell.

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One day, there will be a story that will be remembered. Later, the past will be a stopping point for a moment to remember a story as a meaning in life that has been lived. Whether it's about victory and defeat, beauty or pain. But for sure, the past is just a memory that becomes a lesson.

Nothing is in vain in this life. Good and bad life is born from the perception of each human being in one event. Or happiness and sadness are created from the human mindset in addressing a situation. Know, no matter happy or sad. Time will ruthlessly make all things pass. That problems are a necessity that must be faced in a life.

Thus I was only heartened to see my mother and father succumb to each other in a percerain lawsuit. No child would be happy to receive both parents divorced. No matter how much I hate my father's treatment of my mother. Their percerain remains the most profound sadness. However, I try to take wisdom with a positive mind. And swore to myself that I didn't want to be like my father.

"The world is just a game that will one day break down and end. Our attitudes and actions during life will be held accountable in the future. Where heaven and hell are the rewards of the world we choose" said the mother after she told me about the trial I did not attend.

"Mom can't be sure that mom will go to heaven and your dad will go to hell. No human can be sure that a person goes to heaven or to hell. We are only servants who can work by carrying out His commands without being able to determine the final outcome. And this world is just a test where the final grade will determine whether we go to heaven or hell"

I just kept quiet and took mother's advice solemnly. One thing I realized, I was not a holy human being when I preferred to be silent in the black space. I am a sinful and despicable human being when I prefer to live my life as a human being in the dark. But one thing I also understand, there will be a time for me to change and leave behind all the dark sides of my life. At least, I am trying to fulfill my duty as a servant and stay away from His prohibition.

I nodded, saying the words of my mother. I am proud of my mother's patience. I don't want to blame anyone. But my words about my father are true.

"Actually, this world is only about black and white. Like death and life, sin and charity, hell and heaven. While red, yellow and other colors are just like colors that sometimes make us forget that life is only black and white. Good and bad. Only black and white we'll take dead. Black is death itself, while white is the shroud that protects us in the grave"

Mom looked at me sharply. Eyes glazed. I felt the rain inundated in my eyes, ready to celebrate the sincerity that fell from my mother's eyes.

"For that, trust your mother. I won't rule how you live. Up yours. You've grown up and know what's good and bad for you. I can only pray for you and your brother" said the restrained mother. Teasing her own fingers. "Can go home safely. And to God is our best place

to go home"

Mom lowered. Hiding the falling water right inside his grasp. I hugged mom.

"Don't cry mom. Kikan will go home like mother's hope"