Lord, Accept My Repentance

Not Ready to Be Died

Mama and I were on our way to Mama Farhan's cake shop. Along the way, Mama and I talked to each other.

"Eh, why sir?" ask Mama with a little panic when she feels like the car has an obstacle.

"It's Buk, it's like the tires are leaking, huh," complained the driver while marginalizing the car in order to check.

We finally came down when the driver checked the car, seen the car tires in front of it seemed to leak because it was different from the next tire.

"It's really a Buk leak" said the driver staring at us who were standing on the sidewalk.

"I can also see Sir!" ketus Mama while squinting. I held back the laughter of hearing Mama's words just now.

"I'm a phone that can fix it, yeah, Buk."

"Didn't you sir?"

"Yes, it depends on the Buk."

"Yaudah, you're calling him."

"Both Buk."

Mama stared at me who was covering my face using her hands and eyes that had narrowed due to the sun being too dazzling.

"There's no seating or restaurants, anymore," moaned Mama looking around making me also follow the look.

I just keep quiet and occasionally look at the passing vehicle, "Still a long time, sir?" ask Mama who seems to be very impatient.

"They're on the road of Buk."

"We'll take a taxi, yeah, honey," she looked at me.

I finally followed what Mama wanted to do.

"Online taxi is a Buk, because there are rarely taxis that pass here," suggested the driver and embraced Mama.

Mama picked up the phone in her sling bag, looking for a taxi that could take us. Actually, it's not too far from Mama Farhan's cake shop.

The white car pulled up behind our car, and Mama and I, who had finished looking for an online taxi, stared at the owner.

"Mother?" I muttered as I saw Mom coming out of the back bench in her office clothes and hels.

He walked towards us with black glasses perched on his nose.

"Well, you're taking my son hot in here, huh?" ask Mom to look at Mama.

"Who's riding? Didn't you see that our car was being repaired and there was a handyman there!" cerca Mama who happens to be the carkeeper has come.

Mom grabbed my hand and pulled to the side, thankfully I didn't use hels.

If I use it I'll fall right now, "You stay with Mom and Bang Gilang, no need with that woman. I'm afraid, you'll be the next victim after her real child," insulted Mom with her catanr face.

"Mom, I can't like that. It's not your fault" I said trying to calm the current atmosphere.

Mother opened her eyes and faced towards me, a sharp look in her eyes, "What do you call her?" ask Mom while pointing at Mama.

Kulirik towards Mama for a while and then looked at Mama, "Mama. Why is it, Mom?" polo answer.

"Why? You're not wrong in asking? He's a stranger! You shouldn't call him that.

I was shocked when Mom reminded me of that, but I didn't have Mom there. Somehow you can find out.

"Mom, everybody's got a bad past. Try to make peace with God's destiny."

"Eh! You dare my advice?" mother asked and threw my hand violently.

"You're a mother, but your nature and disposition are completely inappropriate as a mother!" timpal Mama by pulling my wrist slowly to the side.

"God! You're saying I'm not worthy? Try ngaca! Is there no glass in the house anymore? If I don't deserve it, why is my son still alive today?

While you? Hahahaha, it could be that girls are nervous. Uh, yeah, how's it not an itch, try it?

Her mother's people are like that too, where itches the same husband of people anyway," insult Mother by covering her mouth.

Scroll towards Mama, her face was already flushed red and her hands were clenched perfectly.

"Udah, Mommy. Already! Shame this is the highway!" my unwilling protest in case of a fight on the sidewalk at this time.

"Oh, you're staying with me. Don't be like them, I won't settle down if you live with a failed mom like her."

"No! Nazwa has to stay with me, we brought him from Mama Farhan's house. Why do you want to take him now?

Can't you see a happy person? Why is it that in your soul you are too envious of the happiness of others?"

"Hahaha, didn't I hear wrong? Everything you said was supposed to be for you! Not me!" press Mom to look at Mama.

"Udah Ma! It's Mom! Shame, tau! Nazwa is not a child anymore!

Ms ... Nazwa will stay with Dad for a month and will stay with Mom for a month. Anyway, Dad is Nazwa's real father.

Nazwa can not just leave and break our relationship, because until anytime it will never be interrupted," cut me who was fed up with the debate.

"All right, but if they do anything weird to you. Call Mom immediately!" obviously the mother I call.

Mom put her glasses back on, "Mom," I said, making you look back at me.

"What's? You want some money? Didn't you just transfer yesterday?" ask Mom as my hand grips.

I smiled and shook my head, I took Mom's right hand for granted while kissing her back in reverence.

"Be careful, yes, ma'am. Happy work," I said with my body back firmly staring at Mom.

"Ehem! B-well, you too," nervous Mom and walked away from us.

I waved my hand and was answered by Mom before she got in the car, the car went away from us.

"Mama why?" I was surprised for a moment after Mom's car moved away suddenly Mama immediately hugged me.

"Mom don't want to be away from you baby, don't stay with your mom for a month, huh?" pinta Mama with a soft voice.

Squeeze Mama's back and feel the stuffing out of Mama's lips, "Ma .. let everything be safe, rather than Mama and Mama fighting just because of Nazwa. It is better that way," I explained so decided to give such a proposal.

Mama let go of the hug and cupped my face, "Gak papa, Mama don't papa if you have to fight with your mother. After all, your mother also had one child. What's wrong with giving your mom permission to have children too?"

I smiled with a grateful heart, it turned out to be true. If we are patient with what we have been through, God will surely replace our patience with innumerable favors.

One of the favors I felt so much was getting; the love, love and affection from the people I used to crave it was given to me.