MAY MOTHER BE LOVED BY GOD

MOTHER'S PATIENCE

After dawn, he should have done a lot of things.

Help prepare her husband's work clothes, make sure Melati's in

his room, make sure breakfast is available, make sure this is it. Indeed

everything can be said only 'ensure', work trinkets

the real household has been completed by a servant.

But Mother is typical of good housewives, always busy themselves.

Not just 'sleeping'.

Honey, after the dawn prayer, his body felt very weak. Decides

getting weak up on the bed, hoping to fall back asleep.

Hoping after a short sleep his physique could improve, but now he

misfortune even. Maybe her husband refused to wake her up, not heart

seeing his tired face. Her husband must have gone to the factory, that's

means today there is no friendly kissing ritual on the forehead, say goodbye....

Mother sighed, trying to sit on a pillow.

"Teeet! Mother, how is she still daydreaming?" Melati.

wide, laughing. His hands play chicken feathers that are not for jahiiin "Ah-ya! Just made Mommy hot orange juice in the kitchen...." Girl

little was like remembering something, the blue-eye ball of his lychee

funny things.

"Just a second, Melati get it, yeah!" Without the ba-bi-bu anymore Melati is already nimble

jump out of bed. His blue pajamas twitched, his curly hair

swaying, he hurriedly dragged his sandal-flagged legs

sleeping with a rabbit's head. Mother still stutters. Once more

take a long breath. Oh my God, did he not see wrong? What is this

for the umpteenth time those dreams tricked him? Mother moving

want to fix the blanket, not yet had time. Swallow. Bummer. Jasmine

already back while on tiptoes slowly carrying a large glass. That quick?

Just briefly? How come? The kitchen is on the first floor,

it is 30 meters away, passing through twenty circular marble steps

expensive and expensive?

Mother did not have time to think long. Staring at the glass the princess was holding

merely puppet. The steam billowed slowly from the large cup. Oranges

the heat? Yes, Mommy always gives a cup of hot oranges for jasmine

if her little girl has the flu. Helps drink it with great sabaaar.... Now then? It was jasmine who delivered a glass of hot orange.

Very careful, afraid of spilling. Grasping the plate tightly

"Special hot orange by Melati! Please drink. Madam" Jasmine

hold out that cup. Imitating the waiter he often saw at

the restaurants. The black eyes of the seeds of his lychee were so mesmerizing.

Smiling very sweetly. Absolutely adorable.

And Mother immediately cried.... Sobbing! Oh my God, he knows it. This is the dream of those.... This is that hope again.... Everything feels cramped.

Superstitiously. Why do you make it seem real?

"Ken-nap-pa Mother crying?" Melati grinned, confused.

Well, he would like to give Mother a hot orange.... How did Mother cry?

Is jasmine not naughty? Not recalcitrant? Not screaming like

ordinarily. Jasmine curly hair twitching (because it's pretentious mature

scratching his head, busy thinking).

Mother's body even more vibrating, sobbing more and more tight,

gripping the ends of the sheets. Look, the princess is just the puppet

so real smile at him. The little kids are so real

hold out that cup. All this is cruel, O God.... It's been the last year, even all the remaining despair can enter the hemisphere

the unconscious brain, illustrates the promises of healing. Stamp into

in dreams. All this is cruel, O God!

"Mother why cry? Orange water's not good, huh? But, kan. Mother

not drinking? Masa' Mommy knows that this isn't good?" Jasmine

dahi, ask again. Both of his hands remained. "Ergh, briefly Jasmine

'chipper' first, yeah!" The little girl after a long time of confusion looked at her mother still did not move to take the cup, pulled again

her hands.

His face frowned as he sipped a hot orange. Fascinatingly

wide, "Eh-iya, very sour.... Iiii...." Sneaking again, "Look forgot

thanksgiving me...." Shamed laugh. "Jasmine grab some sugar in the kitchen!"

The little girl once again rushed down from the big bed. Hurriedly

as if afraid of hot oranges it was immediately cold and no longer fresh to drink.

Honey, this time Melati wasn't careful. His right leg is stuck

quilt. Dens. The boy exclaimed softly, shocked. And within

a matter of a thousandth of a second, the hot orange spilled. Instantaneously

perfectly wetting Mother's face....

And Mother woke up immediately!