MAY MOTHER BE LOVED BY GOD
THEN
*tampeak, laugh, lizard, lizard,
slipped (splitting, even for a moment then still laughing).
Change school clothes quickly. Wear shoes quickly.
Then screamed goodbye. Wushh, just like a race car....
Office workers are also well-groomed with hair, shirt sleeves
long fragrant, smooth ironed cotton pants (looks really from
folds),
and don't forget the shiny black shoes. Breakfast place. Squads kissing
cheeks beloved wife and children, had to give 'fruit', then
farewelled. Pick up day.
True you! In the next half hour, this city life had just
commenced. The next new day has arrived. Just as beautiful and fun
with yesterday, also yesterday again, also yesterday again, also the day of his death again, also yesterday yesterday again yesterday, also day
yesterday yesterday yesterday yesterday.... Well, mostly yesterday, huh?
This story has also just begun, although here and there unfortunately not always
as beautiful as this city. It was sad even, even one-two made a breath
stifled long. But that's okay, hopefully it can
teach a lot of lessons. I hope....
"""Mother, wake! It's morning...." Jasmine exclaimed as she leaped cheerfully to
top of king-size bed. Laughs.
The morning sunlight slid through the crei gap. Forming lines on the floor
super-luxury ceramic export quality. The light seemed to float
with mist. One of his arrays hit Melati's face. That little girl
6 Year old. Her face was cute adorable, like a child
always happy to hear any news. Curly hair
choppy (bandel does not want to be straight too even though combed for hours), and,
his cheeks are like donuts. His eyes were black-and-legal like
lychee fruit seeds. And his teeth are small like rabbit teeth. Don't ask the gurat
her face. You will be deceived though by his grin. You guys will
always say 'yes' for the sake of staring at her sweet smile. "Mother, wake!
Mother of bad luck, here!" Jahil Jasmine pulls her mother's blanket. Screaming again.
Laugh again. Crawl closer. Take out a chicken feather
(which he obtained yesterday from Mang Jeje, gardener). Jahils!
Mother squirms, opens her eyes. Slowly realize the morning. Then
he smiled wide to look at his daughter who was planning
'evil conspiracy', playing that chicken feather into his nostrils.
"
night, in the final third of the promised best time. Spent
the rest of the night with a rush of crying on a piece of prayer mat.
Making wet ends of mucena. Hope God finally gives a good way out.... Another morning sunlight
overwriting Mother's face. Forming a line on the cheek of Mother. Female
forty-six years old. Almost middle-aged. That face
if all this tired nothing really still looks beautiful. Lah, though,
Jasmine alone is so adorable, so where are all the good genes
The jasmine came from? Must be from his mother, right?
Dear since the last three years, the remnants of the beauty of the young Mother
erased by reality. Hair whitening. One two
even more quickly eliminated by the lack of delivery sms eh care, care,
ding. Alias loss. A little lucky yesterday Salamah, who took care of
home needs buy hair polish, so this morning Mother 'looked'
ten years younger. It's just, there's no 'semir' for expression
face, facial wrinkle, or fading eyes. Mother indeed
always looks soft, pleasant, always promising face
a feeling of peace and serenity, a motherly face that provides protection, but still cannot be hidden
from day to day it is getting smaller. Hope that begins to be persuaded to
accept reality, succumb to destiny.... "Mother, think what?" Jasmine
smirked. Breaking daydreams.
Mother rubbed her eyes. Folded forehead. As just realized
something's. Oi! Did he not see wrong? What all these sights are
real really? Melati who was now crawling in front of him. Yang
wide grin flaunting her rabbit teeth. Isn't this view
how odd? "Why mama daydream? Mother's still sick, huh?" Jasmine
asked once more, with a voice intonation and a pretentious facial expression.
Mother stuttered, gulped, still very surprised to see
Melati who was smiling with her face approaching.
"Didih, Mother's forehead is very hot-" Melati's hand touched.
Yes, it has been two days that his body is uncomfortable.
Actually Mommy knows exactly everything is fine, but that feeling is
increasingly crowded, especially since the incident two days ago made his physical
follow is uncomfortable. Little fever. Little flu. Little dizzy. I don't know
what is the name of the disease. Everything's a little. If you have a lot of fever, it is a sign of fever. Or a lot of coughing, obviously it's a cough.
If a little, Mother does not know*.
