Longsuffering

Ibu

she was a female knight all the time

never lost

there is or is not

Mother.you're an unrivalled woman.

your love is the time that goes around

my life all the time.

- Wita, Vishnu-

Bandung, Wita-Vishnu

Wita Pov's

"There are three deaths in my life Wita", I heard her resolute voice echoing in the free sky this afternoon. The sky that offers its livability with the smell of wet soil after rain, and the color of gray clouds after the wind leads it to land the wet water to the surface of the earth.

"Restari, the woman I married because of an obsession. An obsession to reward you with revenge and fratternity. Restari, who was both hurt by love in his past, has been willing to take a life to realize my ego-clad desire to have a child. The boy you've been dreaming of since I first recognized you. Restari left me with the love of her past in my heart, without being able to convey it to the owner. He left me and my Adhis, in a country, my place of exile from you", he said straightforwardly.

I never thought, mas Vishnu will tell Adhis birth mother simply, without burden and full of sincerity. I realized for a moment that his deep hatred for me had dragged him to a marriage decision at the expense of heart and feelings. The heart he has, the heart of the woman he marries. Both save the love in the past with a grudge makes him realize many things, that anger does not make humans satisfied and sincere.

Mba Restari chose to give up and bring love until the end of his life. Let her love be happy with her life choices. Then he gave me what his friend asked for, a child who would take all his revenge on me, Adhisia Chantika Permana.

Revenge defeats all the egos we have. Because in fact, Adhis has been able to shake all the feelings and longings that I have buried along with the loss of my memories in the past. Adhis, too, has changed the mission of Vishnu's life, about the meaning of a trust and the precious care of God. His love is as wide as the ocean, through the little girl, we are subject to all our pettiness.

"If God's trial leads me to a search for a suspect from my history, then the defendant from Restari's death is me. If I hadn't married her and made such a ridiculous agreement about having a child, then it wouldn't have been death that kept haunting me. Giving birth to Adhis was the most fatal decision he made, after he knew that life was at stake".

I continued to listen to her words which slowly made her voice raucous. I. stared at her who continued to tighten the link between her own two palms. I saw my Vishnuku with a different soul. Where is all his ambition and optimism?, and where is all the anger that he threw at me yesterday?, where is the hope of his love that he asked me yesterday?, I..seeing a different figure from this sturdy and charming man.

"Diah Halimatissa'diah, she's my mother. A beautiful woman and ayu who said that her eyes look like mine and her nose is passed on to me", she mentioned her full name while gently rubbing a tombstone in front of her. I saw the writing clearly;

Diah Halimatussa'diah bint Suherman

Born: Bandung, April 16 ...

Died: ...

Mother.I never thought that Vishnu's mother was dead. For a moment I was trembling. My chest was rumbling and my breath was a little tight. I tried to slow down my reactions.

I did not have time to fulfill his wish, because the accident 7 years ago erased all my memories, including my memory of Vishnu mas and my mother's desire to meet me.

"Mother.. died three days after I married Restari", her words jolted me. What is this reality? Reality that certainly pours deep pain in the heart of Vishnu.

"Mother, I can't attend my wedding because of the pain she's been in". Continue the Lord Vishnu in his strong seat. "Only Kang Indra is the representative of my family who went to Switzerland. In fact, it seems like my mother gave up my marriage heavily. He called me the night before Ijab kabul I said to Restari. "Mother.wanted your happiness Vishnu. I've trusted you with all your decisions. Although the mother is still hoping, you can live your life and get a wife here with mother, in Indonesia not in someone else's country".

Mas Vishnu sighed then turned to look at me and looked at me with a sad look! "I delivered my mother's death, carrying the grief I had saved for her. Mother, to give up my departure to Switzerland, though I clearly saw it in the look on her face, harbored a deep sense of weight and resolve. But I, decided all my life with my selfishness Wita". I saw Vishnu glaring his gaze forward. Trying to look back on her past with her mom.

"I. accepted the fate of my mother's departure without me seeing her and I delivered her body one last time". With tears she kept looking at me. "You know Wita how I felt from that day to today?". I didn't answer the question. I can only imagine how broken the heart of the man before me had lost his mother, the greatest woman in the world whose affection could not be matched by anything.

"I am a child who does not know myself Wita!!, I deserve to be punished accordingly, for the heartache I have inflicted on my biological mother. My mother, who I couldn't talkin to when the angel of death picked her up and I hugged her tight for the last time. My mother, who had been troubled to give birth to me into the world, and with great difficulty, she harbored all her longings for me. My mother. whom I left when she was fighting the pain". He shed tears and held his pain in his chest. I can see clearly how Vishnu tried to hold back his breath that began to be unguided.

I looked at her softly, not feeling my tears wet my cheeks. Then my brain could think of nothing but wiping its tears with my fingers and saying the word "M.m.sorry.. Mas Vishnu... ".

He let both my palms wipe his tears for a moment. Then hold my finger and keep it away from his face. He put my hands in my lap and said the words that made me sore and bitter;

"don't touch Wita!, otherwise, I won't be able to throw you away".

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Did you know dear reader.I have a mother-in-law who I had taken care of until her last day in the world. There is always regret when I realize how much I am not able to give my best for him. To the woman who gave her youngest son to me this little. It is so loving and so loving all the time.

And. I should be grateful, I still have a mother whose love never stops since I was in her womb until I was able to stand on my own feet.

Wrinkles of his body skin continued to ensure that he was getting older. But his love never faded. He can give us the world but we can't give him anything. He is able not to sleep all night when we are sick even to have wrinkles in his eyes, but we fall asleep when the nights are quiet.

Our tears are always her tears, mother. But have we ever thought that his tears will be our tears?

Who still have a mother.. at this time. hug them. who are gone.. reward them piety and prayer🤲.

Sweet kiss for our mothers all😘😭.may they always be happy🤲🤗

Greetings love Selesa Rindu

Vishnu's outpouring of checks for the Mother.in IG and FB I yes.. 👉NingTias__