My Love is Wrong

VC with Mama

I sat in the corner of Surau, coincidentally cool place.

I've tried to call mamak 2 times (my mother) but not yet connected. I sat breathing. I looked up at the sky, I smiled.

" How beautiful" my heart.

The sky that looked cloudy was already bright again. I sat looking at my situation. Without realizing it, my tears suddenly began to fall. My feelings are mixed. I don't know why I feel happy but on the other hand my heart is sad too.

I looked at a photo of my mother that I longed for. I have not seen my mother for 4-5 years. If I miss it, I call it as a painkiller, sometimes a video call.

My mother is now getting older, "Please take care of my servant's mother, O Lord, "Bathinku.

My phone rang, apparently from my mother.

"Mak... How are you Mak? I miss Mamak." I said.

" Alhamdulillah Healthy mamak....Iyaa mamak also kangen ma you son... You haven't called my mom in a long time. Your father was also two days ago when you heard."

" Oh yeah? How's Papa doing? Healthy though? " Tanyaku.

"Yes healthy, only sometimes his waist is what I often get sick. But now your father is busy taking care of the garden in the back. It's good to use more kitchen shopping money."

I smiled as I imagined my mother talking. I miss wanting to see it. Calls cupped to video calls.

" What is Pram.... What are you asking for this call?" Mamak seems confused because he usually receives Papa's call.

" Mamak just accept it, Pram kangen want to see mamak." I said

"Ooh yeah, a minute." Not long after I saw my mom's face.

I smiled and suddenly I wanted to cry. I want to hug her.

"Mak... Pram kangen is absolutely mamak..."

My mom was crying.

"Yeah my mom, ne coha I saw my body fat... That means Pram is healthy, Mak." I showed my body and my muscles.

Mama laughed... I was happy to see his laughter.

" Yes Nak... You're so fat. You are healthy yaa.... Inget Nak, get close to God... Mamak always prays for you and all your sisters to always be healthy and always on the right path."

I listened to what mommy said while the mangosteen. And mamak gave me a lot of advice too.

I waited for Papa, but Papa didn't come.

"Sir, give my regards to Papa yaa.... Forgive me for my old mistakes... I'm sorry and sorry to you because I often make you angry. Sorry for my mom." I said.

" Yeah baby... Mamak never put it in the heart of Nak. Because Mamak loves you Pram. You're fine there.... Good and sound work..."

"Yes Mak... Pram will do what you tell him. Mak, sorry I was... Pram wants to continue working first." I said end our conversation.

Phone's dead after mom says ', "Yeah..."

I didn't know my heart was suddenly pounding and there was a great sense of uneasiness. I think of all the people I love. I tried to calm myself down. I'm taking a breath. Slowly my heart calmed back down.

I went to my Screenwriter's house in Kardi's name. Arriving at Kardi's house, I gave the frying package to his wife.

" Ne mbak, I brought fried food for the kids."

"Makasi pak Pram ..." I walked over to Kardi who was working.

"Kardi... I want to lie around for a while." I said.

" Yes sir, please. There's a pillow. My wife knows that Mr. Pram will rest." Said the Kurdish while he heard the grin.

I laugh. Then I lay down my body, rest for a moment. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. My eyes were closed, but not my soul and my feelings.