Lord, Accept My Repentance

Blessed

"Often play here, yes," said Mama when driving us to the terrace of the store want to go home.

"In Shaa Allah Ma, if there are no obstacles, you will definitely come back here again, really," I said with a friendly smile towards Mama.

Kusalim Mama's hands, then they hugged each other and we entered the car with our hands carrying a crackle that has a logo Mama's shop.

"Bye Ma" I cried with a busty.

Mama returned a wave of my hand, when it felt far away. I put the windshield back on and put my back on the bench.

***

After the departure of Nazwa and his stepmother, Mama Farhan also himself finally entered back into the store.

They walked to his mother's room because there was also a Farhan backpack left behind.

"Tumben you're here? Usually also not here," said Mama smiled towards Farhan who was already wearing a backpack.

"It just so happens to be Ma" said Farhan who tried to refrain from being tempted.

"Where are you going?" mama asked when Farhan had intended to yank and pampit from this room.

"You go home Ma" said Farhan with a slight stammer.

"Sit down!" tell Mom and point towards the sofa. He who was leaning on the desk walked up to the sofa to talk to Farhan.

Farhan only sighed and inevitably had to obey his mother's orders, where maybe he could refuse it.

"What's the matter Ma?" asked Farhan without further ado.

"Do you like Nazwa?"

"Huh?" gelagap Farhan stared in any direction.

"Why did you say you had a candidate? Nazwa's a candidate, since when do you like him? Why not tell Mama?" Questions were asked repeatedly by his mother to Farhan.

Farhan looked down deeply, he never told anyone about the woman he liked.

"Sorry, Ma. Farhan likes Nazwa from High School. Farhan promises to work first just marry Nazwa, will not bother Mama," said Farhan staring at his mother with his heart.

"You've just been in college, how many years did he have to wait?"

"Good High School, Farhan wants to apply for Nazwa Ma."

"Huh?" mama Farhan asked in shock.

"Yes Ma, Inn Syaa Allah Farhan can already give him a living later. Farhan can work anywhere later, besides Farhan has also been working in one of Farhan's places."

Mama Farhan sighed softly, he patted the youngest child on the shoulder and made Farhan stare at Mama.

"You're a real pinter, anyway, choosing a wife," Mama Farhan quipped with a pinch on her son's nose.

Farhan smiled at his mother's words, Her mother stretched out her arms and held her son.

"It turns out, Mama's son is already on big, yeah. I can determine their own happiness, hopefully you and Nazwa can really be together later."

"Aamiin, thank you Ma. Please pray that this feeling of Farhan may be accepted by Nazwa, for Farhan is afraid that he might refuse."

Hearing Farhan's words, her mother immediately took off her embrace and looked at her child while holding Farhan's shoulder.

"Look! Whether or not it is God's and destiny's business, there is no need to fear. Should, if not accepted, you should be proud of yourself.

Don't be a loser who just keeps quiet without doing anything to get the person you like.

Getting married young does not hurt, but if you marry young only for styles.

It is better not to, you should be able to patiently face your wife later, should know that the obligation to clean the house is the duty of the husband.

So, if there is your wife who will settle later then be grateful not even forcing her to do the task that you should run it."

Farhan nodded and smiled, feeling that his decision to love and have a sense of Nazwa was not wrong.

"But Farhan doesn't know Ma. Nazwa likes it or not with Farhan," thought Farhan with a slumped shoulder.

"Udah, you calm down. She must like you, really," said Mama smiling by poking her lips made Farhan's forehead that saw it wrinkled.

"Eh, who likes who, huh?" chirps Rangga who just arrived at his mother's room.

"Ma, ma'am, '" Farhan recalled seeing that his mother would open her voice.

"Ck! Whatan, anyway? You know what dong Ma is? Who likes it?" asked Rangga kepo and sat next to his mother.

"But, really cool guy, anyway!" sindir Farhan who does not want anyone to know about his feelings.

"Haha, why are you guys on? Why fight, gini?" mama asked with a laugh seeing her sons fighting just such a matter.

"Tau, it's Bang Rangga!" ketus Farhan pursed his lips.

"Where is Rangga, already running your things?" ask Mama to switch the conversation.

Rangga gave a nod in response, "Meet the Roses?" mama asked her to raise one eyebrow.

"Yes, Ma. But ...," pause Rangga and bow. He admitted to feeling guilty about what he said and the curse that came out of his lips to the Rose.

"Why, hm?"

"Again, Rangga cursed him Ma. It was as if Rangga was blaming him for everything that happened.

Yet it is clear that this is God's destiny, even if we are together if our destiny is not united.

So, it will finally be over. Rangga regretted cursing him back earlier," explained Rangga who felt guilty about his actions.

"There's still time, you can apologize to him. Make peace and forget without hostility, it's the name of an adult" said Mama by patting Rangga's shoulder slowly.

Rangga nodded, "Yes, Ma. Later, Rangga will meet with him. Say sorry and congratulate."

Mama smiled and nodded her eyes at her son, "Maa Shaa Allah, yes, Mama has children who are as sholeh as you are. In the past, Mama thought she would never make you a good boy.

However, thank God still gives Mama the opportunity to educate and teach your children to be a much better human being" said Mama with dewy eyes.

Farhan and Rangga immediately hugged Mama who happened to be in their midst, what does it mean that the child without parents, especially a mother?

Hollow, silent, lonely, scary, pathetic and sick. Therefore, when there are still parents make parents the number one priority after God.

"Eh, already, really on the gini melow. Let's go home, yuk! Mama has missed the flowers of Mama," timpal Mama made Farhan and Rangga take off hugs.

"Yeah, yuk!" take Rangga and stand first.

They walked out of the room together, "Eh, did the guest come home?" ask one of Mama Farhan's employees.

"Udah, really. I go home first, yes," replied Mama Farhan again continuing his steps outside the building.

"Who's coming Ma?" ask Rangga who does not know.

"Nazwa same stepmother had come here," explained Mama made Rangga nodded in understanding.