DiLeMa LOVE

Love's Dilemma

The sun is shining softly at the eastern end. Breaking through the thick fog that was still reluctant to leave the earth's atmosphere. Creating a painting of almighty light against the background of trees and deserted streets in the morning. The chirping of a sahut bird recites on a tree. The perfect morning, thought Syifa as she walked slowly down the path where as far as the eyes could see the clump of weeds swaying in rhythm with the wind. Carefully he stepped away from the puddles and muddled soil, a former abandoned rain that almost fell overnight.

In her hand was tucked a small bamboo basket filled with fresh roses and a small book. Crossing the main road of the public cemetery complex a few meters then turn right past several tombs. Then he stopped at a new tomb and an older one. It was the tomb of his parents. Now he is stronger, more able to accept the harsh reality.

Not like two days ago. The first time he came after a week to hell in the hospital. Her days are full of tears. Eat rice share thorns. Sitting uneasily every day looking at the wall clock as it stops. Want to run but not power. I want to scream but can't. There was not a single time he went through without remembering his father and mother. Which made him cry in silence. Fortunately, Adi and Roy came to accompany also dietary fiber advice from Doctor Vishnu while controlling his health development a little bit gave him a lot of positive energy.

" mom...!!!!! " shyifa shouted that day. From the hospital he went straight to the tomb accompanied by his uncle. Once down from the motor he immediately ran even though his body was still weak. No matter though many times slipped even almost fell.

A muddy and slippery road does not dampen its steps. Her legs and skirt were muddy. A pair of his joints were left out of nowhere.

" mother.. "her moans are full of regret and longing. Dropped his body on top of his mother's belly button. Behind him his uncle could only look on with sadness. Let Syifa spill all the sorrow in her heart. Some time Syifa cried as much as she could in that position. Releasing all the pain he had endured all this time, negotiating with his heart to let go even though it was heavy.

" let your mother go quietly Syifa "a voice whispers her heart "let not deep sorrow be an obstacle to true happiness. There are no tears because it is a sign of love. But sorrow that is too sure will disturb both the dead and the left.relief Syifa.." whispered his heart.

Slowly Syifa raised her head, wiping away her tears. Breathe in the air deeply while closing your eyes. Heart-set.

" O Allah.pardon the attitude of the servant. May the path to eternity be cleared. O Allah. Give the Father and the servant's mother a proper place "to him from the bottom of his heart and then read the Qur'an as much as possible. Anything he memorized outside his head.

Be careful Syifa cleaned the dried flowers with a broom she kept under a Cambodian tree. When finished he sprinkled the new roses on the tomb of his father and mother

" syifa's father's mother came "whispered with flowers. "mother, I hope you get a place there, here Syifa is fine. God willing Syifa is sincere " he then began to read the Surah Yasin and some short surahs that are often read to the spirit and perfected by reading prayers both prayer in Arabic which most of the meaning he did not know or prayer in in Indonesian, the request he asked from the Most Giving, the Most Compassionate.

After returning to keep a broom under a Cambodian tree. Syifa walked home quietly. Along the way he thought, what will he do after this?. And the only thing that flashed across his head was 'work' to support himself.

" what kind of work is suitable for a child who does not even graduate high school "summernya. "maybe I can do a new follow-up exam then work "sayfa talk for herself, talk for herself, did not realize his step was far away from the funeral even he almost reached home.

Arriving in front of the house, Syifa stopped her steps. Staring full of memories of a small building in the middle of a yard filled with ginger plants and ketela trees. A house measuring 5×6 meters consisting of 4 main rooms, one living room, one room, one kitchen and another multi-functional middle room. A simple but clean house. The wind blew gently, playing the branches of the bay tree in the corner of the yard, butterflies flew among a cluster of jasmine flowers that thrived beside a number of stairs to the terrace, beside which lined other flowers along the left right terrace.

Syifa smiled to herself in memory of her father as if hoeing on the right side of the house while her mother was planting ginger behind her on the soil that had been finished being spewed.

" hi Syifa?!! " Syifa jumped in shock, her ears that were not ready to receive sound with high intonation convey data to the brain too loud so that reflexively her whole body reacted with a movement that was no less fast.

Behind him Om Bob, the loan shark of the opposite village stood with 2 of his men who looked burly and muscular. It fits well with their profession. Anyone will lose their guts when faced with the two Om Bob's men.

Syifa swallowed the saliva felt for the stone. Without being told in advance he could already guess where the direction of their destination was coming.

" oh it's Om Bob, whose side? let's go in "Stale base Syifa to neutralize the shock.

" no need, here is enough" he said fiercely, then waved his hands back, gesturing to one of his men who immediately gave a green map to Om Bob.

" you see this" he said, pointing out the map he was familiar with.

Syifa let out a heavy sigh. "as I thought her "inner was angry.

" but Om "shifa protest, Syifa, did not accept because he knew the cost of the hospital was only 10 million taken from his uncle, the rest were assisted by residents and the local government was also assisted by Doctor Nia and another who did not want to reveal who himself.

" i do not accept any reason, which I know there must be a deposit in each month, it's easy, I'm a generous person, I'm not going to chase you to pay but once it's due " he said flirtatious while trying to touch Syifa's chin. Fortunately Syifa immediately twitched so that Om Bob just touched the wind.

" remember that!!" his threat then passed leaving Syifa stunned.

Syifa sat in the living room chair which was located right in front of the window facing the yard next to her house, looking out as if staring at the lush ginger plants that were flourishing, but in reality he looked far away somewhere. He could not understand why his uncle was so willing to steal the land letter and his house then pawned it, it was true that for his hospital fees, but the half....?

" the good uncle and aunt pantesan want to go home take care of the same mother I "murm Syifa, his heart rages want it to feel like he went to his uncle's house, get angry and then ask for his money back, Syifa murmured, but if you think it will be in vain, mo he was angry like what money tetep money and money that has been in his hands will not return. Syifa knew very well like the nature of his uncle who was so ambitious with the land of his late father's part which in fact by his grandfather had been divided equally, or rather more parts of his uncle.

Although he knew there would be no result, he was unable to resist the desire to protest to his uncle. And here he is now, at home his uncle faced his uncle and aunt who casually ignored his arrival.

Syifa was upset to see her uncle and aunt, and was even more upset when she saw her aunt's neck decorated with a gold necklace that looked heavy, on her finger was also embedded some fancy gem rings.

" Excessive!! " syifa snapped suddenly had courage.

" Of Syifa, we just took our part, you should say thank you to us who have been trying hard to find money when you and your mother suffer. Still good thing that house we did not sell "answer his lips lightly without looking at Syifa.

" Your people took advantage of my suffering "Syifa shed her heart in vain.

" Go Syifa, we don't have time for you "his lips end then pass followed by his uncle, close the middle room door, leave Syifa in the living room befriended tears.

Syifa stepped up to leave her uncle's house. His mind floated, his head suddenly dizzy and his heart that was learning to accept reality back slumped in the valley of despair. Feeling the most vulnerable human being, thinking that God does not grant his prayers.

" what more ordeal is this, O God." cried his heart.

" rather than grieving and the nelangsa so mending find a way out "a voice whispered in his heart.

" yes "the answer is short, his brain is working hard to find a solution. Suddenly he remembered Doctor Nia and HP butut in his bag. Feeling the glimmer of hope Syifa sped up the pace, wanting to get home soon

Arriving at Syifa's house, she searches for a small object that she hopes will solve her problem. It did not take long, Syifa immediately found his HP.

" Hello Doctor Nia, this is Syifa "Didn't want to waste time he immediately visited Doctor Nia.

" What's up Syifa? "

Syifa immediately explained the problem in outline and ended it with the phrase "please, help me Doc, just in case there is a doctor friend who needs labor "

" well, who is patient yes, I will look for information, as soon as I will tell you as soon as possible "

And after that conversation, time seemed to go backwards. Syifa just sits uneasily giving her abandoned homework.