Love Stifled By Destiny's

Meet mom

"Hhhhhh, can I see them again? The distance between the cities separated us. Hopefully, if there is more sustenance, I will soon visit them again, "the heart murmur who longs to meet the lover of the heart and mother

The construction project work in Semarang has been completed, and I finally returned to work on a new project, which is back to Jakarta. Although this feeling is so heavy and unwilling, when not too satisfied to meet Amel and mother, forced once this self must still go again from before them. But fortunately their address was pocketed, so easily when there is a chance this self will be able to meet them again.

"Kue ... cake ... fried .. let's fry it," The loud voice of a woman, was peddling her wares in the morning.

Deg, I who heard the voice was so shocked, that the feelings were so familiar with the voices of the mothers of the gorges.

"Isn't that voice ... that voice? Emm, like mom's voice?" Bathin's heart is talking.

Without many words, I immediately came out of the boarding house that is my current residence. How unreliable for the fate that I saw just now, it turns out that what I see is right now my mother, who apparently has also moved to Jakarta now.

"Whether this is called coincidence, or is it just God's way of trying to unite us again. It turns out that God is always fair to all his people, an example of all the answers to the prayers I have been offering all this time, who always wants to keep seeing mother, "My gratitude is in my heart.

"I must approach and meet him, though I cannot touch him," The steadiness of wanting to meet my mother.

"Buk .. buk, here ... here! I want to buy the fry" call me who still wears a mask.

"Oh, yes .. yes son. What are you buying?" ask him kindly.

"All mom's trading today I'm going to wholesale, how?" I tried to help ease my mother's burden.

"What's? Really it?" His shock.

"Thank God, thank you, yes! You're so nice. I've been around this complex for a long time, but very few want to buy, but thanks to you the sale of sweet mother to the end, for all your kindness. Thank you!" he said happy, visible from his smiling face happy.

"Together, buk."

A sense of happiness emanated from my mother's face, as a result of I pushed all her trading. Actually I did this because I could not bear to see him continue to heat around. The sadness and heartlessness that saw him was old, still making a living to continue selling really broke my heart, but I want to say what! All has become the will of the Almighty, who has governed all this.

There was so much frying, there was no way I could spend it alone, so I was forced to hand out to my friends one job and the neighbors were dumped.

Although I did not meet my mother every day, money to buy fried food sometimes I leave the mother and the neighbors, which is to always buy the merchandise, to buy the goods, because this self does not want him to bother selling fried food again. Just a thank you every day delivered by me when I came home from work, was a cake food that has been bought, I have to share it with anyone who wants, including small children around the kosku complex.

He still doesn't know that I'm his real son. Because every time you meet, the mask that covers the face is never released.

"Son, you are really good, every day want to buy mother's merchandise. Do you know me?" ask him seriously.

"Eghm, no, ma'am. I just happened to buy Mom's merchandise," I answered.

"May I take shelter, and take a short break at your cost, because it feels like I'm tired today?" pinta him while wiping the sweat.

"Mom, please!" friendly say.

Mother's sling containing the trade has now been placed in the cost of my house. I who could not bear to let him sit alone, now this self is also sitting on the role of the terrace right next to him.

"May I ask you a question, son?" His permission seems so serious.

"Please, ma'am."

"Do you really not know me, mother?" ask him again.

"Yes, ma'am."

"But I think I know who you are from your form and physical features. You're a friend of Niko's who visited my mother's house yesterday at Semarang's boarding house, right? That one was wearing a mask and when Amel came you ran away, didn't you?" said he who looked so curious.

Deg, his question surprised me so much. Even though he was old, my mother's memory was still strong.

"How could he know that I was the one who really visited his house" the murmur was already astonished.

"Sorry ma'am, maybe you've misunderstood people!" I panicked and immediately stood up, trying to waltz away.

"Answer, son. I miss the mother's child so much, so I ask for a truthful answer," he told her with tears already sounded bitter.

"I'm sure you're Alex? Please now, tell me that you are really Alex" His hand was outstretched to touch me, who was still covered in a mask.

"Sorry buk. I told you, this is not Alex's mother's son, so I'm really sorry," he said, turning the other way, trying to wipe my tears away without her knowing.

"You don't have to dodge anymore, don't lie anymore, Alex! Niko told me everything, that who you really are!" his words were convincing.

"really? No. .. no, that's impossible," I said in disbelief.

"Yes, son. At that time you were not home and there was only Niko, until the veil of your life you already know now from all the confessions of Niko's story, so do not lie again. I miss you, son!" his soft speech that is increasingly heartbreaking when the dew point continues to flow.

"Mother, sorry .. forgive Alex, ma'am. Forgive .. forgive your sinful son. I miss you too.I'm sorry Alex, buk!" I said in a sobbing cry while prostrating, under the soles of his feet.

"Don't look like Alex, wake up, son. I forgive you, wake up" Hugged his words.

We both have been swept away in tears, when the longing that has been held for so many years, has now arisen to let go of everything. With a feeling that had begun to calm down, I invited my mother into my boarding house.

"What happens to your face, so every time we meet you always just cover wearing a mask?" asked her curiously while stroking my soft cheek.

"This was the result of the kidnapping, ma'am. A knife incision has sliced through my face, leaving a part of it broken" I explained.

"Can you see it, son?" pinta his permission.

Slowly but surely, I am now trying to open the face mask, to show you a face that looks like a ghost monster.

"Astagfirullah azim thing, Alex? So bad is your face now," cried bitterly he broke again with sobbing.

"No pa-pa, ma'am. This may have been Alex's destiny," I said to calm him down as I followed the tears.

"You must remain patient, because you are a mother's child who has never been discouraged" he said lovingly.

His hand began to grope slowly at my wound, from the top of my nose with a downward slant until it stopped me at the end of my chin. Our tears are unstoppable, because we try to shed all the sadness of the incident that is happening to me, which is when my face has been broken horribly.

"Look, mom. My face, which is like a ghost monster, is the reason why I don't want to see my mother, because if I see this face, I see this face, I was worried that my mother would be afraid or disgusted to see a horrible face that was already ugly" I explained.

"I'm sorry for the mother's surprise. Don't say that, son. Even if your face is ugly, but make your heart not bad for others, because God does not like disgrace and bad. Forever you remain a favorite child of the mother, even though your face is deformed. Mother will not be afraid or disgusted, because for me you are still the most handsome man in the heart of mother. I'm so happy to see you're alive, let alone fit like this. Thank you, Alex! You're still alive and well for mom" he said with a sweet smile.

"Yes, mom. I'm sorry Alex met you, but alex stayed away from me because of my face that's not worth seeing" I said again.

"Yes, Alex. I'll still forgive you."

Our tears came back together as we hugged each other. The mind is now floating around to remember the events that were sad two years ago. Facial pain due to a broken face, had made me frustrated and more inferior, now thanks to my mother already knowing my condition is really enough to calm me.

It is a great relief to myself, when his affection returns.

My mother was comfortable, safe, peaceful, and at peace with her.

The embrace of affection 'was able only to eliminate the sense of anxiety, and anxiety that had engulfed me.

"Oh, yes ma'am. There is my one prayer I want to say, which is keep this secret, do not tell Amel first that this self is still alive," my request to mother.

"But, Alex! Don't you love her so much? Wouldn't it be nice, if you were to tell me about yourself now," she said.

"I know, ma'am. Alex is still the same, love him, but I don't feel ready to face him with my face like this. So please be very, very secretive about this first, so that later if there is a chance Alex will speak to him himself," I explained.

"Alright, Alex. If that's your request, I can only support you if it's the best for you" she said.

"Thank you, ma'am."