MAY MOTHER BE LOVED BY GOD
THE MOOD IS STARTING TO CHANGE
"*It's okay, Salamah! Wet little. Melati accidentally threw
glass of orange water!" Mother looked, smiling.
"Ouch, sorry! Salamah should have put the glass in more places
high up! Well, Salamah forgot again...." Salamah is approaching a riot. Endeavored
clean up the rest of the 'bustle'. "Mom's clothes need to be replaced"
"Later, after breakfast." Mother shook her head firmly, keep smiling, keep smiling,
help hand over the glass (lucky the glass hit the pillow on
next door). Just a small incident. Patience level the last three years
it really shot dozens of times higher than anyone.
"Baa.... Ma's.... A.." - A...." Jasmine exclaimed, already walking in any direction.
"We have breakfast, dear" Mother approached him, trembling to grab a hand
Jasmine. Guided him walk.
Shuddering? His hands feel weak. Thinking maybe today he should
call the family doctor. This week he doesn't want to be sick anymore.
Especially very sick. Whatever his brain and physique, he didn't want to get sick....
It will trouble many people.
Remembering three years ago when the despair that brought him up during the night finally made him fall ill for a month. Thypus. Moments
everyone was busy taking care of him, busy taking care of him. Jasmine
forgotten, almost jumped off the second-floor terrace.
The beautiful terrace she used to use with her husband to stare
silhouette of city lights and millions of stars in space. Stare at
rice fields, and the ocean in the distance. The terrace, which is now tightly closed.
There was no longer any gap between those expensive sculptural columns.
"Come, baby, we'll have breakfast!" Mother clasped Melati's hand.
"Ma.... A.... A.sa...." Melati growl slowly, limped according to follow
step Mother, even though she does not know, even though she never understands
those sentences.
While stepping, Melati kept busy playing the chicken feather in her hand.
Another strip of morning sunlight slammed through the washing glass windows
the two bodies walking side by side towards the door of the room were glass windows making him glow. The light show
captivating.
"Who gave you chicken feathers, baby?" Mother
asking slowly.
Dark skies. Lightning strikes. The waves surged after
hit the forty-man fishing boat. Damn it
the roaring wind made the darker and tense atmosphere.
The boat is like coir in the fierce sea....
"SWALLOW! SLOW DOWN THE BOAT!" One of the crew members of the ship
standing on the stern screaming loudly. The panic!
Nahkoda boat with wet hands gripping
steering, trying to control the ship's motion. Clenching molars.
Jaw hardens. His eyes were staring intently. Thirst
admonished. Anxious! "AWAS THE BIG WAVES ON THE RIGHT BOW!"
Nahkoda turning the wheel. Twist. Boat winding. Evades.
.
."HOLD IT!! WATCH THE WAVES!!"
Nahkoda once again slammed the wheel. Boat creaking. Lifted to
at the ends of ocean waves. It is like being slammed,
thumping falls along with the wild movement of the big waves. Gastric
ship vibrates. The wooden poles are shaking. Make whole pias
his passenger. "CTAR!" Lightning snatching. The dark sky was covered in clouds
suddenly bright. A spray of light like a root of fibers
painting sky. A charming (as well as horrible) view.
The faces are getting dizzy. Hold on tight to anything.
"HEART!!! LEFT SIDE!" The screams of the crew sounded hoarse.
Nahkoda nimble turned the wheel again.
Bodies shiver in fear. Since half
past hour. The small bodies have shrunk.
Pale. No sound, just a squeak
bated. Hold hands together tightly.
Afraid!
"RIGHT SIDE!" The crew screamed again. Nahkoda's getting nervous, though,
trying to turn the wheel fast. This storm is really draining
everything*
