Lord, Accept My Repentance

Back Again

My suitcase and backpack were taken out of the room, Dad helped me carry it when I got out of the room.

Breakfast this time increased because there is my Father and stepmother, Bang Rangga has permission to come late to the office.

Daddy's? He's free because of his office, at best his assistant who's done some business when Dad hasn't come.

We stopped on the porch, my suitcase was stuffed by Dad into the trunk of the car. My stepmom and Dad were already saying goodbye and got into the car first.

I stared at Mama with sadness, I touched again and again the body of the woman who taught me many things.

"Thank you, yes, Ma. Thank you so much again for everything, Nazwa will never forget Mama until that time," I said after the hug came off.

Mama nodded and cupped my face, the kiss given Mama to the forehead also my two cheeks.

"Good in there, yeah, honey. Don't miss Mama and come here often, yes!"

I smiled and nodded, I took Mama's hand that was on my face to slap Mama's back.

Take a look at Bang Rangga, "Thank you, yes, Bang for advice even if not directly. May the marriage of Brother and Sister Rose be smooth without any obstacles.

Sorry Nazwa if making Kak Rawar so uncomfortable or not sure about Brother, now he must be sure that Brother only has him one," I said to the bowed Bang Rangga, probably feeling guilty about what he said last night.

I stared at Farhan, "I have returned my favor, but this is simply because of Allah. Pray for me to be very important, yes, take good care of Mama and hopefully be accepted at the campus you dream of."

I took one step back and looked at the three people in front of me, "Nazwa said goodbye first, yes, Ma, Bang, Farhan. You are all healthy, yes. Assalamualaikum, "greet me and walk towards the car waving my hand.

Mama again sobbed and was approached by Bang Rangga, the man waved at me while Farhan turned his eyes.

Getting in the car, Dad turned on the horn before leaving the front of Mama's house. Car out of the area of Mama's house.

Scroll toward Mama's house while still looking from the rearview mirror, they were still staring at our car.

There is a real feeling of pain and unwillingness. However, this was indeed the best choice I had to make.

"Aren't you papa darling?" my stepmother asked with her body staring at me.

"Our aunt" I said, shaking my head and smiling at him.

"Ehem! You can call Mama Nazwa, no need Auntie," Dad said glancing at me from the rearview mirror.

"Hm ... Nazwa will learn, Dad."

"Udah, no papa. She can call me anything as long as she's comfortable," cut my stepmom by rubbing Dad's shoulder in front of me.

I looked outside, the backpack I had placed on the bench while I picked it up and opened it.

Taking the phone, there has been a notification from Bang Gilang as well as Mother. The phone I didn't pick up from them a few minutes ago.

Turns out, the ringing notification sound I didn't amplify. I called back Mom's number where she knew there was something important she wanted to talk about.

"Assalamualaikum, what's wrong, ma'am?"

"Waalaikumsalam, where are you? Farhan said, Daddy came there and took you. You moved?" ask my mother from the sea.

"Yes, Mommy. Nazwa's moving into Dad's house now."

"They're driving you out?"

"Eh, no ma'am. Nazwa himself will, I will."

"Why? It's not good to stay with them?"

"Not Mom, no papa. Jude, Mom. Nazwa has arrived, yes. Nazwa call again sometime, yes, or Nazwa will come to Mom's house, "cut me who saw we have arrived at Dad's house.

My stepmom and Dad got off first, I took the bag and got out of the car. I brought a suitcase into the house.

"Eh, Non Nazwa?" greet my personal driver first.

"Yes sir" I replied with a friendly smile at him.

"From now on, you go back to where he was, yes," Dad ordered and replied with a nod.

We went inside the house, I took the suitcase upstairs alone. I need time to be alone.

Dad wanted to go to the office and my stepmom would cook he said, I opened the suitcase and saw so many of my clothes open first.

"I guess I'll have to buy a robe after this. My game is just one," I said seeing the clothes in the suitcase also in the closet.

"Darling! Miss you've come!" my mom shouted from downstairs.

"Yes, Ma!" I said and quickly opened the bag to pick up my study equipment.

Though, I haven't told Mis that I'm moving house. However, he already knew I no longer lived there.

Maybe, Dad gave it to me. Arriving below, Mis looks at me with his mouth slightly open.

"Why Mis?" ask me to smile and raise one eyebrow. Dropping weights next to Mis.

"You are so beautiful" praised Mis smiling at me.

"Thank you Miss" said I, who was a little embarrassed.

"This is the snack" said my stepmother who had just come with a tray containing snacks and drinks.

"Oh, yes, thank you Buk," said Mis staring at Mama.

Mama smiled and wanted to move on, "Tante ... Temanin Nazwa studied, okay?" I asked because it is usually my mother who does this.

Mama's face looked shocked when she heard my request earlier, her eyes twinkled and nodded towards me.

I pat the sofa next to me, he sits down with a tray on the table. The lesson starts seriously.

My stepmother also listened to me again about this homeschooling procedure, several times a nod was given to Mis.

"So, what made you turn Nazwa?" ask Mis while eating a snack that Mama brought earlier because learning has been completed.

"God and heaven. I intend to go into heaven, that is why I changed and closed my letter Mis.

Although I know, closed does not mean heaven directly I can get. However, at least I've been trying to get it," I firmly insisted.

Mis smiled and nodded, "I'm so shocked, in a single night you can turn out like this."

"Hehe, let alone last night. Humans can even change within a few minutes Mis, depending on whether we want to take the guidance that God gives or not, anyway."

"You are very good Nazwa, hopefully many people who can be inspired by you let alone the events that you have experienced. Later, Mis will invite you or invite you to one of the events.

For example, create a forum to share stories with each other and you can share your stories with them. Strengthen each other, of course."

"But Mis," stuttered as I glanced at Mama who was already smiling and gave a nod as if I should accept the offer.

"Mis know you can, give people an example of Nazwa. Give them motivation, maybe there is from one of them who had felt like you.

That's why they choose homeschooling, because honestly I know because my students choose homeschooling is just you.

And the others? They're so closed to me, even to talk to me if they're reluctant."