MAY MOTHER BE LOVED BY GOD

then

*it's a little blush. Which instantly made his dimples visible. "States

Kinasih arrived?"

"It's been a week. Bun. Actually two days ago I was

visiting, visiting... But there is still a need to take care of the practice permit.

Kinasih kangen Mother. Kangen Jasmine. Kangen Mr. HK. Even me too

kangen Salamah cuisine!" The hooded girl called Kinasih

laughing, turning to Salamah who was still busy glancing at the firefly dance out there.

"Ergh-What's up? Cook water? What should Salamah cook?" Salamahs

stuttering to hear his name suddenly called. "Hot water for Mom again?"

Kinasih let out a small laugh, waving his hands towards Salamah. Mother

smirked. "Delati. Bun?"

"In room. Already asleep. All day long continue to sulk. Keep throwing

anything he can hold. Angry shouting.... Throwing

tang Dynasty pottery your Papa gift. Broken to pieces." Mother

answered slowly, coughing. "Good boy" Kinasih kept smiling. "Yes...." The last-goal mother looked at the ceiling of the room, saying quietly

in a hoarse voice, "Good boy!"

Tacit. Salamah drew her glare from the window to hear

intonation of the phrase Mother just now. The room was silent for a moment. Only

leaving the sound of Kinasih's slightly awkward hand movements

guilty of his words

just now.

"How is 'condition' Jasmine now. Bun?" Kinasih asked carefully.

Smiling sincerely. "It's still as bad as three years

then," Mother let out a weak sigh, "Just as bad.... Oh, my God, actually

the condition is getting worse!" Mother's voice choked. Kinasih slowly sat down

on the bedside. Placing stethoscope. Grasping Mother's fingers.

Staring to sympathize with him. The face of the young girl

kindnesses. Next month is 25 years old. Just now

completed his doctor's education in the Capital. The face of the descendants

gorgeous. Smiling trying to encourage.

"Dawning now every workday is just getting angry, screaming.

Throwing whatever he holds. Smacked. Cause to fall. Anything, anything,

no matter what it is...." Mother bit her lips, forcing her eyes to

not crying. It has been a long time since he told me. Many relatives

come, the neighbor's attention, the maid's maid in the house also kindly listened, but the presence of Kinasih tonight is different. Look, behold,

the little girl who used to play at home brought her Papa, now

growing up to be a beautiful mature girl. No more hair braids.

There was only a face covered in a soft-colored veil. There's no more

the snot marks on the cheeks were sulking. The only ones still there are dimples

his cheek. Does Melati can

growing up as a captive as Kinasih? Mother sighs restrained....

"We're not tired of finding ways to help with Melati's limitations,

Kinash.... But God, everything is in vain. Really big futility.

In fact, two days ago.... Two days Iaiu...." Mother was silent for a long time.

Kinasih slowly took a tissue at the table near the bed. Duck in cheeks

Mother, ah the sobbing nerve is clearly not to be forced, you are indeed

it can still look expressionless, it looks empty, but a bag of water

the eye cannot be held back, it will come out on its own.

Last week we invited psychiatrists and pediatricians from

one of the capital's hospitals. Their team has a reputation

the good. We are very hopeful.... The first four days of Melati seemed to be

start under control, want to comply with therapy or I don't know what the team does

the doctor. We really hope a little bit of good news finally comes...." Mother was silent again, her face sad, down, her cheeks

twitching holding sedan. "But on the fifth day, exactly two days ago....

Melati suddenly sulked. Get angry! Melati screamed as her body

taped medical papers, I don't know.... Jasmine pulls one hand

doctor, and, and...." Mother swallowed her saliva, "Jasmine biting her finger wrongly

that one doctor. Until, almost broke up...." Mother is now really crying considering the incident. Kinasih sighed. Once

gentler

wipe the water on your cheek. Kids with facial hair

adorable to do it? Biting almost broke a finger

the doctor? That's really bad news. Salamah is really

100% stop from the barrel-lyrics out the window. Salamah bowed deeply. Follow sad. Lah, how not? He was the one who bothered that session.

Cleansing the splattered blood.

People shouting. People panic. Melati who screamed

angry, throw whatever stuff he hit. The troubled mother. Mr. HK is trying to grab hold of one of the doctors because

the doctor tried to grip Melati to calm her down, but it was not the incident of biting-biting that made Mother sad

crying in front of Kinasih. Nope. After all, the last year Melati indeed

have a habit of biting anything (key hanger of iron only he

bite down). So Mother is used to seeing it. Which makes him sad

was the shout of one of the members of the renowned doctor team.

"THIS KID DOESN'T NEED A DOCTOR, MADAM! THIS KID

I NEED A MENTAL HOSPITAL!" Also angry screams

and another panic. Be thrashed.

The commotion ended an hour later. After the tired jasmine

finally caving in on his own, growling like a train locomotive was running out

solar's in the corner of his blue room. Sit down folding legs. Snuggle to the wall.

The black eyes of his lychee fruit seeds swirled dimly. His mouth sizzled slowly. His fingers groped the ceramic floor. Following the gurat

ceramics.

Mother and Mr. HK repeatedly apologized for the incident. But only

answered with piercing sentences from the doctor's team. Sentences

composed of intellectualized heads of higher education outcomes (though half were seduced by feelings of anger because their colleagues were forced

immediately rushed to the nearest hospital). A painful sentence....

"Before it's too late, this kid has to be taken to a conservation unit

psychologically, Mr HK!" The senior doctor leading the team tried to say

gentle, sok-sympathetic.

"Describe not crazy! Melati is not crazy!" Mother cut, saying weakly

many times, raucous. Mr. HK sitting next door is trying

clasping fingers. Tranquilize.

"Dare not crazy now, madam! But all these limitations are

it will surely drive him crazy! He needs that therapy

comprehensive-" "Dark not crazy!" Mother murmured not to accept.

"I'm sorry, ma'am...." Smile thinly - "Dare not crazy!" Mother

hissing fiercely. "Only a madman can bite almost a broken finger

someone else. Madam!" One of the doctors interrupted more fiercely, irritated.

That night, along with the return of the team

the doctor from the famous hospital to the capital, that night Mother finally

must listen to new realities about his jewels. Stuffy. Really claustrophobic. He knew that if he was right, the princess was worried that he wasn't crazy.

But he also knew that the doctor's words were also true. For three years he tried to persuade his heart. Three years of hope.

But it was that painful reality that finally arrived....

God, he was not tired of hoping that one day the miracle would come.

One day your promise will come.... Is it not, are you alone

who wrote those beautiful words in the holy books? Really am! Reversed

trouble must be ease.... But hope is like these days

the fog that the sun was shaking was rising. Vaporise. Like the remnants of water

in a leaky bucket. Disappear. Like her hair is slow

whitened.... Tired of waiting, even if only to leave a little

the promise of ease is finally here! "Deliver will be fine

just, Bun.... If Mother remains confident, then she will definitely be fine."

Kinasih whispered softly. Smilingly. Cut the story two days ago.

Trying to encourage. Mother looked at the beautiful face of Kinasih lamatjut. A sincere face of sympathy. Mother smiled, (though) bitter.

"One moment Kinasih believed, even Melati could definitely call 'Mother'

and perfect. Hugging, and declaring his love for Mother

with whole-"

Mother has been clinging tightly to Kinasih. It's full of feelings"Thank you, son! You're such a good girl. May God

give a good soul mate to you!"

Kinasih smile. Nodding. Reply tightly grasping the female body

that middle-aged. Mother was crying in her arms.

That night. Two circular prayers twined in the sky. That night two prayers

round meet in the sky thy power. And the answer: 'Yes'.

"Where are you going. A reef?" Fat moms who are knitting in

the middle room called out softly.

Just making conversation, again! Again that annoying stale!

The coral grunted no matter, continuing down the noisy steps

screeching. Doesn't he always leave every night! Why ask again?

"Your health condition is getting worse, Coral! You better be tonight

rest" The mothers stood up. Step closer. Trying to prevent.

"Just business!" The coral waved his hand. Irritated

obstructed. His head was still painful, but not so much anymore. Her body is still

it hurts, but not too. Her stomach's been filled, so the mechanism

digestion makes his whole body warm.

"I beg you, for tonight only, can you not come out*?"