Longsuffering

Stop and Forgive

A worn-out seonggok pilu

Let it rip itself and disappear

I forgot that love is the ocean

Large and living

- Vishnu

Jakarta, Vishnu-Andra-Adhis

Vishnu PoV

That day I did not know the courage from where I did not refute my brother's request to pick up Adhis. This was the first time I had seen the vast courtyard that stretched between the brightly colored classrooms. I must admit that the light color theme on the walls of the class is suitable for children of the age of Adhis. It's just that if I can give a little advice, the arrangement of greening space can be maximized in the location of land that can actually be used properly.

I rushed towards the Cheerful class I just knew the place to be after asking someone. He answered with a friendly and smiling. I'm so unapologetic, sending Adhis here, though.

It turned out that Adhis was not in his class at the time of his return, Rumi Tea used to pick him up in this room. Such is the information I got from the teacher named Mother Zahra to me, who said Mother Zahra was the homeroom teacher of Adhis.

The smell of the room was so soothing, it was worth Adhis being at home here. I faintly heard the crisp laughter of Adhis from the bathroom that seemed to be being accompanied by someone. Ah.. I'm a miss with Adhis!. I decided to sit on the red sofa adjacent to a work desk complete with a laptop, printer and..., doll?.

The doll that I know very well, because to buy it I have to spend the night at my friend's house in Kualalumpur. A gift for Adhis teacher? Gurame fish?. My mind suddenly started to cloud, I kept shaking my head and trying to clear up what I had just expected. Don't you? Wasn't…

I better wait outside, it seems like the right decision. However, I had not yet lifted my body from the soft sofa, a voice that I had known since long ago suddenly greeted my hearing. Her figure is still as beautiful as before, getting more mature and making my heart beat erratic. I let him keep talking, let it go, I don't even know what to say.

The movement of his hand gently rubbing Adhis wet foot with a towel suddenly came to a halt as the net was fixed on my gaze. He took a moment to try to understand what was happening. Let alone you Wita, I do not understand what happened.

If you may ask, give me a few more minutes to listen to the chat. His gentle touch to my son made my whole body tremble, and the sound of his merdunya hit the chest, even Adhis alone did not rebel with what he was doing. Oh my God, may I betray a little. That I still miss someone. Someone who no longer deserves me to miss. Goddamn bum!!!

Wita disappeared from my sight and then I caught the woman who ran to me, the woman who will not be lost to be missed, my little Adhis.

*****

“Pak Vishnu, you got a dinner invitation from Mr. Beni. Are you coming?” Andra ensured his superior when carrying the vehicle he drove to Surabaya with Vishnu.

“when?” ask Vishnu.

“this weekend pak”

“sure sir?”

“iya Andra!! Do I have to refuse again?”, Andra's question makes her dizzy head more and more. Why ask for sure or not. It's just dinner, let him take it.

“later to meet mba Lastri pak” replied Andra doubtful.

“Lastri my friend Dra, no problem”, yes. won't be a problem. He should start to open up with his heart. If it's a Lastri, it's no problem. Let destiny bring its own story.

Andra only answered with one word “oke”, let this friend decide, because Andra was unable to give anything to Vishnu.

Jakarta-Surabaya trip provides a little new injection for Vishnu. After yesterday's incident he has decided to make two new titles in his life, ‘stop and forgive’. He must begin to make peace with the past, the grudge he craves in fact does not produce anything. Wita must always be in the paragraph of his story, but the character Wita played does not always have to be in accordance with what he wants, right?, the character who Wita played is not always in accordance with what he wants, right?, what faith Vishnu had long left until he forgot the word he had to accept, DESTINY.

Is not Wita happy with the life he chose?, so for what reason Vishnu should be confined to the puddles of the past?. In his long prayer last night, Vishnu spread his hopes and hopes, pleading with the Controller of his life to give him sincerity and all his strength.

“rabbana la tu`khizna in nasina au akhta`na, rabbana wa lala ta ta ta lam alaina 'alaina israng kama 'alallaiskina ming qablina, rabbana wa la tuammilna mara laqata lana bih, wa'fu 'anna, wa'n, wagfir lana, war-amna, anta maulna fansurna 'alal-qaumil-kapirin”

“everything of the Most Powerful.Do not punish me if I forget or I ever make a mistake.Do not burden anything I cannot bear, forgive me.., forgive me. shower the servant with Your love.”.

Vishnu.. remembered well how his son told him with a happy twinkle.

“Aphis likes to be read the same story Mother Wita, continue to like being given cakes made by motheraaaak very. Cake that has chocolate Adhis most like” chatter Adhis a few days ago at the house of the brother. In the backyard of Vishnu accompanied Adhis after school. Vishnu asked the awkwardness that had happened to Teh Rumi, why was Adhis not in his class at the time of returning?, but not the answer Teh Rumi heard. Adhis's babble dominated their conversation.

“then it's Adhis clothes why should it be replaced? Water play?” ask Vishnu.

“Aphis likes to play water with Mother Wita, likes to fish in the pond Mang Tatang”.

Hadeeuh, his son this one even stories of things that make his head add pening. “if earlier because Adhis pup hunted out in his pants. Hihihii. but Adhis has told mother, Mother Wita. Continue to take Adhis to the bathroom. eeehhhh Adhis emang can not stand”, Adhis story without feeling sinful while eating a small food made Rumi Tea, Banana Chocolate Cheese.

“ayaaah's chat.. Adhis yesterday had a promise with Mother Wita”.

“apa?” Rumi's tea interrupted enthusiastically.

“Adhis said, later I want to go to Surabaya, continue to bring souvenirs for a lot of Adhis. Later the mother of Wita also want Adhis love” explained Adhis to Vishnu while turning to the lap of Vishnu who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet terrace of the backyard of Teh Rumi house.

Vishnu took a deep breath and rubbed his face rough. Should he go ablution, Ashar prayer may be a little help cool his mind. “Andra. We stop at Rest Area yes. And... in Surabaya later please find a nice souvenir spot”.