Destiny Love Moon

Here I Wait.

"Have you arrived, Bul?" fatimah asked, he was still in the place where when the Moon left earlier sorting out vegetables.

"Your husband has left?" Fatimah asked the question.

"Already Ma'am," after the bicycle, the Moon approached Fatimah, did not speak anymore and then held the kale that had been sorted by Fatimah. The moon then binds them into small bonds.

Fatimah had since noticed her gloomy daughter. Not usually, the Moon is silent like that, if the two are usually asking this. Fatimah itching to ask even though she already knows what causes the Moon to grieve.

"Month.." said Fatimah.

"What's up Mom," the Moon raised its head quickly.

"You noticed, you've been moody since then, are you thinking about your husband?" ask Fatimah.

Moon nodded.

"Hehehe! Tara was gone there was not an hour yet, when you were so sad," Fatimah chuckled.

"Mother is laughing... I don't understand!" the hoarse Moon voice held back the cries.

"Moon. whose name is husband and wife does not have to gather constantly, sometimes we part because of something, it is common," advises Fatimah.

"But it felt so heavy Ma'am" the Moon looked at Fatimah as her eyes grew.

"Mom knows, because I've felt that way, son,"

"Have you ever been separated from Dad?" The moon began to wonder.

"Often, when Mom was pregnant, your dad was forced to leave Mom to work in the city, because we didn't have enough just to hang out, son. But... Mother also needs a fee for your birth, for daily needs," Fatimah smiled bitterly telling her story so that her daughter understood.

"Masa Bu," Moon looked at Fatimah's mother feeling pity.

"Eat him son, the weight is indeed in the stay of the husband, at that time the mother was pregnant, cravings want this it, but can only swallow saliva, because what? Because you waited for your father to come home. At nightfall, I could only pray that your father would be healthy, and have a proper sustenance," Fatimah held back from her memory. But Fatimah did not show her sadness in front of her daughter.

Not to mention Fatimah had to accept the fact that her husband died when she was still relatively young at 30 years old.

"Keep Ma'am," Moon wants to know her mother's story more.

"Well, that's how complicated Mother's story is, if Mom's telling you all too long," Fatimah breathed.

"Mommy just wants you to be able to take the wisdom of the story Mom, your husband will go to Jakarta to continue college, if He is here to wait for you, continue Tara failed college do you not pity," fatimah's advice was long.

"But why don't you take me, there the hell, Mom? I'd actually like to come along, "Moon Manyun.

"Then why don't you ask him?" cecar Fatimah's.

"It's Mom, but Brother said, want to talk to his parents first,"

"Well! That's you know, try to imagine if you're in the position of Tara, married without Mom knowing, then suddenly come home with a man's foot, surely Mom will be shocked, if I think, I think, tara's parents will act just like Mom,"

"Yes," The moon finally understood.

"Mom don't want to, marry again?" Moon diverts talk. During this time the Moon never asked this problem, he only realized it was really heavy himself.

"Mom, now the Moon is big, even has a husband, so Moon wants Mom to find a life companion, Mom will be young, only 36 years old." The moon stared at Fatimah's face.

"Have I said, at this time have not thought the problem is son, now I just want your household to last, you are pregnant, give Mother a grandson," honestly Fatimah.

"Women who are Mother's age, getting married not only think of yourself, son, but whether your stepfather will love you later," That is the consideration that makes Fatimah at home widowed for six years.

They also told a long story to make the moon a little understood and accept the departure of her husband, assuming that at this time Tara is looking for sustenance like Moon's father did first for their future.

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Her daily month busied herself helping Fatimah not to think too much about her husband. For three days, Tara did not contact her.

The moon never tirelessly contacted Tara, but only the operator always answered. The Moon's thoughts were mixed. Sad, and disappointed. But because of Fatimah's advice, Moon always thinks positively that Tara in Jakarta is in good health, and Saturday will be in accordance with his promise Tara will return.

Every night the lullaby, the Moon could only smell Tara's shirt. Naturally, all this time the Moon has never felt the name in love, and now the shadow of tara is always in the eyes.

Eating, sleeping, bathing, whatever, Moon always remembers Tara like the lyrics of an old song sung by Dina Mariana.

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The day changed, until it was time for Saturday the Moon woke up early. After dawn he went to the kitchen.

"Have you prayed, son?" ask Fatimah while she was going to the back to get some water.

"It's Mom,"

Moon eagerly opened the refrigerator Bumantara bought before Tara left. She took out Chicken, today will make her husband's favorite fried chicken.

He took the hanging pot, put the chicken in it which he had washed clean.

"What are you cooking Bul?" Fatimah surprised the Moon, who was pounding herbs to overgrow Chicken.

"Fried chicken Bu, Bang Tara will come home later, He likes fried chicken," Moon excited.

"Having Tara come home is still later in the afternoon Bul," Fatimah looked at her daughter with a frown.

"Yes, ma'am, but now the chicken is revealed first, let the season sink in, the afternoon is fried," the Moon does not stop carving a smile. She looks happy that her husband is coming home.

"Yes, just do what you think is good, son" concluded Fatimah as she passed.

Since the morning of the Moon hope the afternoon will soon arrive. When he heard the Ashar adhan the Moon rushed to the bath, then prayed. Finished praying he set himself in front of the glass.

"Welcoming the husband must be in a beautiful state" he said komat kamit spoke with his own reflection in the mirror. Feeling confident, the Moon came out of the room.

"Mom, the Moon departs," said the Moon.

"Yes Nak, be careful," Fatimah smilingly looked at her daughter looking differently polishing her thin lips.

"Yes Ma'am" Moon picked up the bike and then rubbed with a burning feeling of pleasure, as he was about to meet the prince.

Finally arrived in front of the district where the place that was asked by her husband to wait in this place. An hour has already been waiting for the moon. The place was very quiet, dark cloudy not a single person came out. Just the sound of thunder that was mutually unpretentious made the atmosphere even more gripping.