Love Stifled By Destiny's

The mother I loved

Tiredness was immediately lost due to swallowed seriousness in making a living for the sake of pampering a mother. I will never complain, even though the sweat continues to flow for the sake of the happiness of the Suri mother who has been present to accompany my lonely days.

Thank God, today can payday bonus employees who are diligent and diligent work. Although not as large as the amount, but enough for me to add savings, and the rest I will buy a good side dish for my mother at home.

"Assalamualaikum," said my greeting entering the house when I got home from work.

"Halaikumsalam" answered the mother from inside the house.

My feet came straight to my mother and kissed her back. It turned out that he was busy slicing the ingredients to be sold tomorrow.

"Tumben, son. How much do you want to get home from work?" said he asked.

"There's a renovation at work, ma'am. So in the next two days Amel will be on leave of work. Emm, that means Amel can help mom sell around!" my explanation.

"You don't have to help the sales mom, son. You have worked too, must also feel tired! So just rest at home, don't bother helping mom," he said.

"But, mom. Amel does not like to be at home due to boredom. Better Amel help so that the work of the mother becomes light, and will not be too tired at work!" reciprocity my words.

"You like to be reckless, yes!" his hand now coils my nose with flour.

"Dad, mom. This ticklish taste," I said do not like because the flour has been stuck in the nose so that it makes it dirty.

"Oh yeah. You want me to get you some food?" bargain him.

"Oh sure, dong ma'am! Stomach asked to be filled has a very laper, nih!" reply approves.

"But today the mother only cook clear vegetables and toast to know, because it was home sales a little afternoon had to go around first spending the trade," he said not tasty.

"No pa-pa, ma'am. Don't be tired of work, Amel'll have a job even though it's not big salary but enough for both of us to eat," I asked affectionately.

"Mom understands Amel. But if you can your money is better saved and used for tuition. Let the mother who makes a living eat us" he advised.

"Yes, mom. Amel understands. We will both save and the money we both use to eat us. We have to work hand in hand for our lives to be better" I agreed.

"Oh yeah. Amel almost forgetfulness, there was a little bonus this month. Jrand .. jrenng. Amel had bought a cooking dish for mom on the way home, "I showed her a black crackle bag filled with side dishes.

"What's that side dish, son?" ask him curious.

"Chicken."

"Well, that must be delicious!" His enthusiasm answered.

"Surely it. Come on ma'am, let's eat. From last afternoon work continued, to the point that Amel forgot if he had not had time to eat," I asked.

"Yes, honey. You wait here, I'll get you the cutlery, "let him know.

"Emm."

After my mother took the dishes and cutlery from the kitchen, she just daydreamed of staring at the side dish I just bought. Seemed once there was a scratch on his face was sad, which was visible from the eye patch he was glazed.

"Why mother? How come his face is bent like that? Don't like the side dish I just bought?" I was wondering already.

"Eh, not .. no, Amel. I don't like it, just this side dish reminds me of the memory that the side dish is Alex's favorite. Mother felt so sad because she suddenly thought back to herself," she said while removing the melt of her tears.

"Mom don't be so sad, ma'am!" I said trying to calm him down while stroking his shoulder slowly.

"We've been in this town for two years now, Amel. I saw this balado chicken taste so want to visit Alex's grave, heeeh!" keep saying him with sadness.

"Amel also misses to go to the graves of his parents and Alex. What if there's more sustenance later we go there, ma'am?" I said give an idea.

So that he feels calm because he has been remembered again with Alex, now I hug him from behind and kiss his cheeks, so that a sense of comfort approached not to continue to dissolve in the sadness of the past.

"Where's ma'am?" my many.

"Alright, Amel. We'll be together to eat Alex and your parents" he agreed.

We both smiled cheerfully, but the clear tears did not escape from our eyes to not take it out. We were both swept away in grief, thinking back to the people who had calmed down there.

Tok .. tok, suddenly the door of the boarding house is knocked on by someone.

"Who, ma'am, have the nights been to our house?" I asked my mother wonder.

"Open it, who knows if someone important wants to visit" he said.

"alright. Amel will open the door for a moment" I said, asking for permission.

Ceklek, the door is open. But so shocked this self, when the person who visited turned out to be my old friend, Iwan.

"The man? Ye? How can?" call me surprised.

"Hey, amel. Yes, it's Iwan. Can I come in and see you?" he smiled with a friendly smile.

"Oh .. oh, yes. Please enter!" I said, lost in shock.

"Thank you" he said, coming straight in.

"Please sit. How do you know I'm here, from whom?" My question with a feeling of wonder.

"The ivory is that! Cook a rich man like this, can't find your whereabouts," he said casually.

"Iih, very arrogant," ketus said I do not like.

"Ha .. ha, warm sewot that's why! There are people who tell you about you!" answer me casually Iwan.

"Eh, it turns out there's son Iwan. How's it going now?" Greet my mother with a drink tray.

"Thank God be good, ma'am!" replied Iwan while immediately kissing the hand of the mother's back.

"Please drink, son Iwan. I want to go back first, because mom has a lot of work in the kitchen," said my mom.

"Oh yes, ma'am. Thank you." Thank you."

My mother was lost from our sight, so we both can't wait to talk more, because we haven't seen each other for a long time.

"Where are you studying abroad? Is it done?" manya curious.

"Not yet! Just want to continue the next semester in Indonesia alone, because it is lonely there. Too alone there are no friends" Iwan said.

"Ooh, that's it."

"I've been looking around for a long time about you, it's hard to find your whereabouts and make Sari!" revealed.

"I'm sorry, Iwan. If we don't tell you first, because we want to secretly leave, because it's intentional to stay away from my new, cruel family" I explained.

"Indeed they are, basic lack of work. As if to treat you cruelly, they should be taught a lesson. Why don't you just report to the police! Let them get the punishment they deserve, for your arbitrary actions?" Iwan tried to give me an idea.

"I couldn't do it all that easily, because there was a letter stating that my late mother had bequeathed the treasure to them!" I said give an explanation.

"I'm sorry, Amel, because I can't help you more. Only patient words can I give, so that you can remain the spirit of living this life," Iwan's hand was gently patting my shoulder.

"Thank you, Iwan!" I said with a smile.

I was so happy to meet an old friend, but on the other hand I was afraid and did not want others to know the truth of who this was.

My stepfamily made this life so ruined. Actually do not want it feels like this revenge continues to be stored, because it can damage the peace of the body's soul. It is very desirable that all painful events can be forgotten, but what is this self when torture for the sake of torture is so concentrated in the heart and recorded in the mind, so that the wounds of anger that had been tertoreh very difficult to be removed, so that the wounds of anger that had been terpenetrated very difficult to remove, moreover, they ruthlessly took away the rights I had by means of coercion.

Is not Allah forgiving, why I who am just a man full of sins cannot forgive their sins.

I can just sit back, shut up, and be patient. Only time can explain the innocence of the conduct and cruelty of those who have wronged me. The attitude of succumbing to the cruelty of torture does not mean that this self has lost everything, but succumbing for the good of God will one day be replaced by a sense of happiness that is unmatched, given by a loving, merciful God, amen.