First Love - End's

Bapak - in memoriam

3 Years have passed since you left us.

Our lives must go on, though much pain cannot be shared. But as children of the father's spirit heirs, we continue to strive to achieve what we long for, which is to be able to have our own home and be independent without jumping on someone else's land.

Because of the 5-year problematic project, where you cheated his project partner, then our house should be the most comfortable place we and our family live, he said, must be sold to pay the loan at the bank used for the project's capital.

Praise God, there are good people who allow us to jump on the land and the garden around our house is allowed to be managed. That is why we can enjoy growing vegetables for sale in order to help our daily needs in addition to the results of mamak selling out of town.

Before leaving, I had a fever. Indeed, the Father did not complain.but I know at that time you must miss the mother beside him. 2 days there was no change finally Abang called the brother in the city where mamak selling, selling, and asked my mom to come home because I was sick.

Mamakpun came home on the 3rd day and when he saw the condition of the Father, we immediately took him to the hospital.

Only 4 hours in the IGD Room, you are examined by doctors and paramedics there. I rushed to the hospital after work and brought a thermos of hot water.

From home I need to walk about 1 km to get to the name of the public transport in my city.

Arriving at the hospital, I saw my mother and brother sitting outside the check room. I also sat with them.

"Sir, how are you, said the doctor?" my many.

"See, said the doctor of fever because the intestines are multiplied, that's why your father ate irregularly but always drank coffee every minute!" mamak sahut explained

I am a coffee addict. Not enough 3 glasses a day, every time he sat thinking about something, he must have called me to make coffee.

If I tell him, you just had coffee, eehh..sahut calmly "make Boru, your other coffee is delicious!" smiling with a seducing face.

If so, I immediately went to the kitchen and brewed coffee for you.

And coffee fans will know the perfect match afterwards, definitely a cigarette.

Maybe that's why, you so rarely eat, most morning and night, noon sometimes eat sometimes not. If asked, he said.

My daydream came to a halt as the door of the examination hall opened, and the doctor told us to come in.

Mom, brother and I entered the room. The doctor directed us to pray for you, because his condition is critical. Mom, Brother and I immediately prayed to hand the Father over to God if it was the best. My tears were dripping immediately, because I knew after this we would definitely lose Father. After we mentioned Amin.and we opened our eyes, we saw him breathing 3x and closing his eyes.

We cry for Father. Moreover mamak.only have a day to meet the Father and in the hospital bbrp hours, but immediately left, very sad.

After all the hospital business was done, we went home. All the neighbors have cleaned up the house with my adek2ku after my brother came home to give news.

Tomorrow, the funeral of the father is held. Previously there were some Batak custom events that we had to live. For all the brothers from the Father's side, Mamak, Abang's co-workers and relatives and handai taulan gave the word reinforcement, until finally handed over to the Church for her burial Agenda.

I still remember very much, if the 6 of us no one cried sobbing2, even silent helplessly looking into the chest of the Father. We seemed to be silent lamenting in silence that we had lost Father. Until some neighbors told us to "mangandungi" Mr-Khabat Batak people if the family died, but we could not say a word, as if our voices were stuck in the throat.

Mamak who was thin, the more thin his face because he continued to cry all day. Until our Father delivered us to our final resting place, we were all silent in silence.

Returning home, welcomed Mamak's brother to release Ulos Tujung - Mamak's widow's herald - and eat "Indahan Sipaet-paet" - a title for a grieving meal after the husband's death, we do everything in silence. The unspeakable blank we felt was very deep.

From that day on, we became more aware, we had no time to be sad.

Life must go on.

My brother and I still have to work.

Adek-adek must go back to school.

A month after the mourning period, Mamakpun back to sell out of the city.

Father, you are happy at Baka's house.

One day, we will meet again.

All condolences with all the impressions of relatives, relatives, friends of the Father present, enough to prove that the Father is the best!!

Because the tiger died leaving stripes..

Dead elephants leave ivory..

The dead left a good name.

So many lost their Father.

Including our old neighbors in the old house.

For without our knowledge, it turns out that the Father often stopped by the house of his old friends who had died first, and gave advice to the children who were left behind, he said, so that his 2 friends who were initially wayward and unruly, can be good again because they feel they get the Father again, like their Father.

Again, Mr is the best😍