MAY MOTHER BE LOVED BY GOD

WHY

The young man did not answer. Keep stepping towards the door. It doesn't matter, though,

passing through a large body that tried to hold it. Fat moms

word out. He could never prevent it. Not since three years

then when the young boy he called 'Cure' came knocking

house door.

Fat mothers sigh. Door's thumping closed. Non-rigid.

Leave the babble of children who are still playing in the narrow alleys.

Also the sound of radio and television in a loud stel (dangdut too

the song). At 20:30. That means up to the next eight hours, Coral

it will be outside. Spend the night making friends drinks. Sit

alone in the bar. Stare fiercely at anyone with red eyes.

Fat mothers return to the rattan chair. Continues knitting. Sighs on

middle room ceiling.... He lives alone in this city. Back then

married, but no children. Her husband died ten years ago.

He was fifty years old when it happened, so he didn't

interested in getting married again. Decided to stay alone. Anyway, during

this he never felt lonely.

Living alone is right, but he never feels lonely. Differ

once if you are in a crowded place (market for example), but you feel lonely. Yup! The difference is true meaning of loneliness and loneliness. It

for the rest of her life, she was busy taking care of her husband's inheritance. Homehouse

old two

floor with colonial architect. Straw with old houses

othersmore. Spend the day knitting order clothes. He knows

The reef that the last three years lived with him since Coral was still

barefoot running down the city streets. It used to be the Coral body

frail, wayward, and determined like other street children. Husband

likes kids. Turning their house into a 'stop house'.

The reef! One of dozens of street children taken care of by her husband. And

It is the coral that grows up to be the proudest child. The boy turned into the smartest kid in his new school. Child

the brightest!

Continuing education in the capital. Every month we send out news

blissfully. Unimaginable to see photos of Corals standing gallantly together

hundreds of famous university graduates. Also pictures of his life.

Greatwork. The love of Corals to children who are inherited

from husband. The Reading Garden. Ever since her husband died, reading letters from her children has been a joyous day.

And Coral letters are always worth many times over others.

The child really grew up to be someone. His childhood was not

lucky to turn into a positive grudge. Corals set up dozens

Children's Reading Gardens in the capital. The next door is like a halfway house

it belonged to her husband first, but it differed a lot in terms of physical appearance,

concept, concept,

and I don't know. Much he did not understand from the Coral letters,

great plans. The fat mothers understand for sure. Corals

very loving to children. Not because of their adorable faces.

More than that, because the promise of a better life is grasped from

them. Until that incident! Three years ago. At that time he was

spend the afternoon as usual with knitting when suddenly there is a

knocking on the front door. He thought the milkman was diligent in delivering

orders. Or the salted egg seller. Or the RT Chairman

take out the trash and security dues monthly. But it's too late

for all that routine schedule. Or have a neighbor's mother

sudden need. Lazy to open the door. It turns out that there are

front: The Coral of Youth who was carrying a shabby backpack, stood with a shabby face as well

under the door frame. The knit in his hand came off. His face is broken

by excitement. He exclaimed with pleasure, hugging the young ones.... A really unexpected visit.

During this time other foster children often come to visit. Bringing wife,

bring their children. But the reef has never been home since

ten years ago. The youngest among them is not

he never forgot to send a letter every month, but he never did

go home. Now, her husband's whiz has changed so

prides.... Look, stand up dashing (though

shabby) on her doorstep. At least that's what he thinks.

At least that's what he read from the letters....

Until a month has passed.... The pieces of the incident are

conveyed. News in the newspaper. News on teve. Story disconnected from Coral. And the conditions that are getting worse from him.

The empty face. The expression of a claustrophobic face. Nights filled

nightmare. The Coral (sometimes yelling). The afternoon too

filled with nightmares. Coral Purgation. Drunken habits.

Life 'batman'. Home at one night. Go home at two. Go home at three. It's like a career in work! And that career came in

the peak when Karang finally just came home before dawn. Three

years go by without feeling. Three hard years for him. Because

how should he be a witness to the miserable life of the child

the care that was once very proud. Ribet answered the question

neighbors around (the number one about gossiping). Tak

tired of coaxing the Coral, telling stories about the spirit of life, reminiscing

beautiful things happened when their children were. Free! Corals are getting

uncontrollable. How will he be able to? If he tries

help him get over the top first to see it.

Tonight, again he couldn't prevent her from going to waste time

with futility. Tomorrow it may not be. Maybe even not

ever.... The sadness that happened three years ago is too painful.

Too!

Oh God, give me that miracle.... The fat mothers sizzled out

room ceiling. Pray with sincerity. Then while sighing

long breath, slowly continue knitting blue sweater. That night. Three

circular prayers twisting in space. That night three circular prayers met

in the sky your power. That night there were so many prayers going into space. If you look at it, it will look like millions

"Sorry, I can go home now!" Mr. HK is gently dipping his forehead

his wife. "It's okay," Mother smiled, weak. "how

your condition? Your sick salamah said it's getting worse?"

"It's better, Kinasih came here...." "Passion? Si-a-pa?" Mr HK

frowning, thinking for a while, then smiling broadly, "Love the doctor's daughter

Ryan?"

Mother nodded. His face that was all day long started to look pale

redden. The medicine given by Kinasih is working. "He has become

the doctor. It's grown beautiful.... The two-headed girl who used to love it

hiding his Papa's stethoscope. You remember that?" Mother smiled

small, moving down from the bed, put paper and pen

which he had held for fifteen minutes.

"No need, yang! You rest tonight, just,

let me prepare my own needs!"

Mr. HK smiled, signalling for his wife

stay lying in bedit's okay for me to help,"

"Don't be stubborn. Madam-" Mr. HK laughed.

"I'm better, said Kinasih just too

weary-"

"What did I say? Too tired, isn't it? You should have been a lot

repose. Madam! You bad boy!" Mr. HK laughed wider, though,

joking while taking off his expensive black suit. Mother laughed, too,

looking at the face of her husband. For the millionth time to speak

gratitude in the heart. She was lucky to have a husband, a man who

standing in front of him. Mr. HK, middle-aged man, two years old

older than him. His face was dashing and handsome, though weary, sad, grim,

tired, the tightness can not be eliminated. Which is increasingly visible if he

is at home.

In the past Mr. HK may be famous fierce with his business, but since Melati

be born. Mr. HK changed a lot. Since that happened three years ago, sir

HK changed even more. There's still some determination, principle, and whatever

a man from her. But half of it is just a father's feeling

who is not tired of hoping his son can one day smile to see the world.... "What are you writing?" Mr. HK asked. Mother takes

the paper, "Letter!"

Mr. HK nodded. Not asking anymore. Three years ago his wife

diligently writing. Letterbox. The story. Diaries. I don't know. The stacked papers

neat in their book closet. It's been ten inches thick. At least

habits are useful. A moment to make his wife can spill

all grief.

"There was a guest from Germany!" Mr. HK is off

his white shirt, taking a towel from the closet, is,

"They talked about work together

development of our fertilizer plant-"

Mother nagging. Salamah said this afternoon from

Je-pang's chat.

"I'm two weeks away from going to Frankurt, which is! Somewhat long. There are many

that has to be done there. Maybe two or three weeks" Mr. HK

silent for a moment, looking softly at his wife, "Learn a lot there,

it's okay, right?" Mother shakes. Its alright. Husband

they travel often. Take care of their family business.Shut up for a moment. Mr. HK sat down on the bedside. Grabbing hands

his wife. Gently kiss the fingers wrapped around their wedding ring.

To the size of those who were already grizzled, the sight was visible

very romantic. "Have you eaten?"

Mother nodded. She looked at her husband's face. That's a question

transitional. She was more than anyone else who knew her husband's character. Since they

still dating first. Since the full teenage years

glances blushed in shame.... He knows, if he wants to

talk about something important her husband will

start with a transition question.

Non-rigid. Thousands of fireflies are getting crowded

ringing in the leaves out there. Salamahs

now free to look at him from the small window

room's on the first floor. Always fascinated.

"You know, I should have been able to go home earlier

afternoons.... I'm sorry, just got home now" sir

HK said slowly.

"I know...." Mother smiled, nodded. Mr. HK gulped.

"Where did you spend the afternoon? The beach?Roll up pants? Walk like children

the young man who was hanging out on the beach?

Running after and being chased by the waves?" Mother

smile again, joke.

Mr. HK laughed a little. Boost.

"In the factory"

Mother looked at the priest, "Only at the factory? In the workspace?"

"Not really. I went up to the roof of the factory!" Mother folds her forehead.

Mr. HK laughed, "Yes, I went up to the roof of the factory. Loud trouble

stairs on the wall. One of the officers who caught me screaming

begging me to come down."

Mother fix the position of sitting leaning her pillow. Go up to the roof

the mill? She knew exactly, if she was worried, her husband would always leave

be alone. I don't know where, to places

it's unexpected. It must have happened two days ago

make him fret. But up to the roof of that factory

even higher than the tallest building in the

city, is it really unexpected?

"You don't believe it?" Mr. HK grinned.