Lord, Accept My Repentance

Priorities

Long enough to tell the driver to go home first, until he heard that Mama gave him new permission to go home.

I entered the park in the afternoon, many children were running around in this park. Smiling to see them so happily enjoying his world.

If ... ah, that's it! No more time to dream. Life goes on and I need to start enjoying my life now.

The ball that the boys were playing got to my feet, I picked it up and looked at those who seemed a little scared because the ball hit my feet.

A boy who might be 5 years old with tan skin finally approached me.

"Sorry, it's our ball. Not intentionally hit the feet of Brother," he explained with a lowered head.

I got up from my seat and squatted to equalize with her, I rubbed her head slowly making her look up.

"No papa, really. It's the ball, the spirit, yes!" I handed them the ball back.

He hugged the ball and nodded back to the middle of the park where they were playing.

Sit back and look at those who are playing, "Sister!" call someone to make me look.

"Eh, huh?" I was surprised to hear that I didn't recognize this girl.

"Help sit!" the door is too high for children.

"Huh?" I came back because I felt weird. A child who doesn't recognize others will usually be afraid, is this it?

"Help sit here! Aisha will sit down, eh!" the regret that felt I did not understand what he said from earlier.

I chuckled a little and helped her to sit next to me, "Who are you here?" I looked down so I could look at him.

"Cendilian," he replied with a lisp.

"Aren't you scared?"

"Tuh," point it at the baby sister at the end of the park. The baby sister who felt stared at by me finally waved.

"That means you are not alone, but the same baby sister," said I who was a little there with this leak.

"Brothers of ciapa?"

"Alone too" I said, and I saw him looking around like someone.

"Search what?" I asked to take the next eyebrow.

"Cali baby cictel brother, where knows there's also on the end."

"Haha, big brother. Masa, still in the care."

He crossed his chest and looked at me with an annoyed face, "I'm also big Brother, they're laughing at the poor kids. Playfully guarded by Mama and Papa, I don't want to be guarded yet mama and Papa," he explained to make me a little stuck.

Turns out, it's true. Being rich is not always fun. We have to lose something for the sake of wealth.

Just like me and this kid seemed to lose the affection of both parents when the other kids enjoyed it.

"Cie .. Pacal Brother, huh?" chirp Aisyah who made me look up.

"Eh, what?" I looked at Farhan who was standing next to Aisyah.

"Nothing, you want to stop by here," said Farhan and sat down next to Aisyah.

"Who are you?" farhan asked me.

"I don't know, he just came here all of a sudden."

"Aisyah wants to go home, already tired," complained Aisyah looking at our faces one by one.

He was silent while we were the same, "Ih .. tulunin!" the door was taken and Farhan was dropped off.

He ran towards his sister earlier and waved at us too I replied with a wave as well.

After Aisyah's departure, Farhan and I just kept quiet with each other's minds going nowhere.

"Not yet" I replied.

"It's too busy, huh?" I turned my head when I heard such a question from Farhan.

"meaning?" I don't understand the eyebrows linked.

"Yes, you're busy like that. To the point of never seeing or calling Mama again" said Farhan who I now understand.

"It's not busy, just trying to get used to the current situation" I explained and made Farhan nod in understanding.

"Nazwa ..," call Farhan and face me.

I don't know why, my heart doesn't feel safe when it's like this. It was as if Farhan was going to say something very important.

"Yes?"

'Should I express my feelings now? But, what if he refuses later? I was also still afraid to be rejected, Farhan's inner being with sweat suddenly came out from his forehead.

'Farhan don't you want me to marry you again? Oh, geez! Maa Shaa Allah is very good if Farhan can, 'my mind restrains a smile.

Long enough, maybe ten minutes or so there was no sign Farhan would reveal what he wanted to talk about.

"What, anyway?!" my reprimand that can not stand it anymore plus already kepo with what he will say.

"Why are you angry?" farhan asked with a face without sin.

"For a long time anyway you want to talk until 10 minutes gini long! Have a dialogue?" my lips pursed.

"Ck! You were waiting for that?" farhan asked, lowering his eyebrows.

'God, ' my inner self who felt that waiting for a sentence from Farhan's lips.

I stabilized the facial expression that had been disappointed trying to be mediocre, "No, who's waiting for you to talk!" I looked in the other direction.

"I'm just saying, even if you're getting used to the situation. But do not get like this Mama, contact Mama at least once a month.

In fact, Mama didn't call you when you graduated school yesterday. Let alone Mama, me or Bang Rangga aja you do not tell," said Farhan made my shoulders slump.

'Kirain will marry. I just want to say that!' my mind twists a lazy eyeball.

'I have not dared, huh .. hopefully soon will dare to want it accepted or rejected, ' the inner Farhan who still can not express what he feels to Nazwa.

"Yes, I will definitely go to Mama's place. Calm down" I replied.

"It's good that it is," said Farhan with a nod.

We finally stared at the park which was still filled with children because there were indeed playground equipment in this park provided.

"Who are you here?"

"On your own, out of Mom's place."

"Oh, yeah, why didn't you come to your mom's wedding?"

"Busy."

"Ck! It's hard now for this busy person to be found" Farhan replied in a tone that made me laugh.

I chuckled with my mouth shut because after all women should have shame including with laughter that should not be exaggerated.

"Why?" asked Farhan with a plain face.

"Great-grandfather, it's funny that a Farhan can also satirize someone, huh?" I said when I finished laughing.

He put on an annoyed face after knowing what made me laugh, we finally decided to go home when we saw the sky start to darken with black clouds.

"In this life, there is no such thing as being busy. It all depends on priority, if you prioritize Mama then there is no word that should be," explained Farhan who sat on the front bench while I was in the back.

I who was observing the rain that fell to the earth directly stared at him, not wrong with his words. I also felt wrong in speaking earlier.