Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

At the age of 20.

The day is approaching dawn.

It was seen that a girl had finished performing dawn prayers.

He folded his face and went to the front of the mirror.

She tidied her headscarf once more, then prepared to head for the boarding kitchen, she stopped at the door to watch a busy woman in front of her.

It appears that a woman who has begun to age is cooking in the furnace, she looks finished with her last cooking.

"Roses...??, you have finished praying..??" said the woman who turned out to be Pastri.

"Hum.!!, you know that I'm here" said the Rose approached her mother and took the last bowl of cooked food in her mother's hands.

"This busk you think who.??, mother's child again what also I must know", said mbak Lastri with a smile on his face that already looks wrinkled.

"It's too busy" said Rawar began arranging breakfast for pesantren children at the dining table.

Pastri approached Rose who was busy arranging the dining table.

He held the body of the Rose, he looked inside the child.

Her eyes began to look glassy, so she felt the hijab and the face of the Rose.

"Why buk..??" said Rose astonished with the attitude of his mother.

"We've grown up baby, more beautiful and beautiful, it doesn't feel like we've been here for 6 years.

Life is what we expect" said Pastri.

Roses look at the face of his aging mother, Roses remember his mother's struggle in fighting for him.

Tears of Roses dripping, what if there was no mother beside him in the difficult time of that time..??.

Maybe he has become his own mami doll, becoming a butterfly night as he aspired his mami to Roses.

The ideal that a woman may be opposed to has maternal instincts, but not with Geyna, Rose's birth mother, her own conscience has been closed for a long time.

Because of the rigors of life, and nowhere to lean, Geyna grew into a heartless woman.

Maybe Roses would be like that without Pastri's upbringing

"Happy, thank you for taking care of Roses up to this size, Roses do not ask for anything else with God, it is enough that Roses have now, Roses only ask to be with ibuk", rose hugged her mother.

"Dear dear, pray mother continues yes" said mbak Lastri.

"It must be buk", said the Rose.

"Yes, you ready everything, I want to call the children first yes", said Mrbak Lastri passed away while wiping his tears.

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"Rose..??", call mbak Lastri to clean the dining table.

" It's 8 o'clock, you don't teach me.??, it's bad luck", said Mr. Lastri wiping the dining table.

"Yes buk, this is also finished" said Rose turned off the dishwashing water faucet.

"Udah, just stay, let ibuk continue" said mbak Lastri.

"Thank you buk, Roses say goodbye first, assalammualaikum", said Rose kissed the back of her mother's hand and took her bag and quran on the kitchen table.

"Walaikumsalam" said Mr. Lastri.

Since the Roses lived in the pesantren.

Within 3 years he had mastered what the teacher taught him there.

Moreover, Rose already has the knowledge of the teachings of Pak Kyai Usman as a child until he had to move here.

Rose School was continued in the pesantren, he graduated from vocational high school a year ago.

When he graduated, he chose to volunteer teaching teachers in pesantren, sharing his knowledge for other pesantren students.

He also got sewing skills during his time at the pesantren.

His expertise was used to learn to pioneer his business.

In his spare time, he took the time to sew some face to sell.

He chose the face because for him it is an item that can make him continue to get unbroken rewards if someone uses his face for worship, Masyaallah.

At the age of 20, he has started practicing his religion and can earn his own income from perseverance.

Roses are a separate example for other pesantren children.

They can't choose their destiny, but they can promise to change it.

In life we have to be able to rely on our own hands and feet, our brains, even our bodies.

If we cannot help and sustain ourselves, others are reluctant to help and even look at us when we are in trouble.

Success will be sweeter if it starts from zero, and as long as we are young.

So that later if we are old, we can support ourselves in the face of the harshness of life in society.

That is the Rose principle.

He does not want to live safely in the shadow of pesantren continuously.

Now or later he must continue to mingle in the wider community.

He wanted when he came out of the boarding school, his mother was not thinking about working anymore.

Now Rose's duty is to take care of her mother and to be the backbone for her mother in her old age.