Fat Broken Wing
15. BECAUSE YOU ARE PERFECT
Sorry late up ,,,
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~Perfection lies not in the physical, but in the heart. A heart that is always good, even though he who once incised a wound~
“This drink first, Son ... !” said Mother Alana while giving 3 grains of medicine and a glass of water to her youngest child, swiftly Dafa helps her sister to take medicine.
Dave looked carefully at Kiyara, so much pain felt by the woman who had somehow managed to occupy the most special place in the niches of his heart, even with guilt that suddenly seeped into his heart, when remembering the days of his High School who always bullied Kiyara with his spicy mouth.
“I also apologize profusely to Kiyara, as well as to Father, Mother and Bang Dafa. First, I was also the perpetrator of bullying Kiyara during High School, and by not knowing himself I too had suddenly disappeared from the family of Father and Mother after what the family Father-Mother gave me when my own parents ignored me the middle lying in a sick bed 3 years ago. But to be honest, it's all I do because I feel ashamed of my Dad-Mother family, especially Kiyara.”
The middle-aged man, exhaling deeply ..His brain and heart were forced to harmoniously make decisions right now, letting a sense of disappointment, resentment, and anger envelop his heart or letting it all pass you by, let everything that has happened pass as time has changed.
“Have it done, let it pass. God willing, the son of a strong female father who can be somersaulted forgive your behavior, although maybe the bullying done by Tama and her sister when Kiyara Junior High still recorded clearly, until now it can still make the trauma relapse, but I'm sure everything will be fine and Dad's child can fight the trauma.”
“Yah, Bun ... Kiyara wants to go to the room first yes,” Kiyara who had been silent had now ventured to speak, asking for permission to leave the family room even without looking at the faces of her two guests.
The Mother seemed to know and feel the anxiety of her child, answering quickly what the desire of her baby. “Iya, let's get you to room.” Without waiting for the answer of the child, Mother Alana immediately embraces the fat body of her child. As a mother, she knows very well what her son feels, maybe entertaining him with girl time can make Kiyara's mood slightly improve.
Two women of different generations are now in the room nuanced blue sea, staring at each other deep affection that is clearly drawn in the eyes of both. “Bun ..” said Kiyara while showing her hands that she had covered with her hijab.
“Astaghfirullah .. Son, why didn't you tell me from earlier?” ask the Mother who saw her son's hand tremble violently.
Kiyara smiled gently as she took a sitting position on her bed. “Kiyara wants to learn to face Bang Tama, Bun. Kiyara wants to make a full recovery from that trauma, Bun.”
“We fought together yes, Son … ! Mother must always be behind you to support and pray’ the best for your recovery Nak.”
Kiyara smiled and hugged her mother tightly. “I know that, Mommy will always support and mendo’akan for me, which is why I can be strong to face the test of my life because I get Mother's ridho and that means I also get ridho from Him. Thank you Bun, always accept me for who I am, never shy of having a fat daughter like me even Mother always supports me and continues to be in the front row when it comes to something about me.”
The middle-aged woman's white hand outstretched gently rubbed her daughter's head looking very comfortable and soothing, she said, ah a mother's hand as rough as any shape and feel will still provide a sensation of comfort and win for her sons and daughters. “Kiyara Mentari you are my daughter, even if the whole world leaves you Mother will always be with you, supporting and mendo’mu always. Ahh .. don't be sad gini, let's go girl time, mascara, stretch, or whatever it is.”
“Mother, it seems that it is no longer in the category of girl ..”
“Hahhaha .. You're right son, women time?”
“OK, we stretch continue cooking for lunch together.”
"But Mother has taken a bath."
"Okay .. let's go."
The fragrant aroma of Balinese flowers ripples in Kiyara's room, and it is enough to relax her mind and body from a few problems of life, past and present. The two women gave each other a touch to help each other clean the parts of the body that are difficult to reach by his hands
alone, especially Kiyara, she really needs the help of the Mother to rub her back, yes .. especially if not because her hands are thick as short to reach the back area freely.
“Mother first meet Dad where?” kiyara asked while rubbing her feet.
“In the orphanage, when the foundation where Mother worked made an orphanage restoration project and your father became one of the orphanage's donors.”
“What's that kind of love at first sight, Bun?”
The middle-aged woman, looked distant. All this time his daughter did not know, if she and her beloved brother were different mothers but one Father, and, all of this was due to the request of Dafa, a teenager who at that time began to know about the fact that he was a child who was dumped by his own biological mother in an orphanage when he was a baby, dafa knew that her mother was Alana, a loving woman who took care of her from the orphanage.
“Bunda .. ?” The impatient Kiyara shook her mother's body.
“Ah, yes ... arguably like that.”
Kiyara lowered her gaze, her eyes that were originally emitting twinkle were now slowly dimming. “Will there be men who love me, like Daddy insulting Mother?” ogre.
“Akan, insyaAllah will exist. Everyone is born in pairs, son. Never doubt His power.”
“But, Bun. Would it be like Kiyara's soul mate if, Kiyara alone was like this?”
The middle-aged woman, scrunched her forehead. “What do you mean ‘like this’?”
Kiyara lowered her gaze, looked at the pot belly that had three jumbo-sized eels there, then turned to her expanding calves and thighs. “Kiyara, far from perfect, Bun. While men today prefer the appearance of faith or sincerity of heart and Kiyara also realized Kiyara is not as good as it is with Kiyara's faith that is still unstable, likes up and down.”
“Perfection lies not in the physical, but in the heart. A heart that is always good, even to him who has ever cut a wound. You're a good woman, son. Believe in the power of God, do not think too much about what he will be like, his physique, apparently, his intelligence is all a bonus of a good heart and always
adrift by the Almighty. Remember the message of the Mother, which is important for her faith, if a man comes then he makes you always remember God, with His commandments then, if he comes closer never let go. When talking about the issue of faith, indeed human faith is often tested by up and down the level of our faith dear, keep the effort and Istiqomah only, slowly.”
Her mother's soft hands, stroking Kiyara's back slowly. Trying to find a suitable word equivalent so that his daughter understands, if everything can not be measured by the outward appearance alone.
“If anyone says love exists because it is accustomed, then Mother will say, love exists because of destiny and effort. One more thing, there is an unusual shiver in the heart if the person is already approaching.”
“Hah ... unusual shakes?” his great-granddaughter, while staring fixedly at the Mother who has now walked to the bathup regardless of her increasing curiosity about ‘love’.
