New Sheet of My Life
Mama
The old one is still in the revision stage....
Moon is ready for his discomfort. The author has already reported to the platform to remove some of the episodes.
I remember a heart-wrenching event. Two years ago at dawn at half-five. Riza already stood up to be a priest in the musholla a common place to pray together. The man said to close the shaft then smiled with a straight look at Jihan who was on the rear shaft and was smiling back by the woman as well.
One rakaat has finished continuing to the second rakaat. At the time of the last prostration no more words were said to sit down. After waiting for quite a while all of them sat without being ordered by the priest and clearly they still saw Riza in a prostration position. "Dad." Jaffan said in surprise when his father's body was toppled in a lifeless state.
Everyone was hit by that incident. The priest left them without any message. Jihan can't say what. The man who had filled his heart was gone forever. He cried, roared while hugging his youngest son. Not only widows but their children have also become orphans now.
Jihan was devastated. Even the woman did not want to eat and her condition worsened with the passing of Riza. It took a year and a half to get her life back together. It is not easy to accept the departure of the one whom He loves so much. Everything needs process and struggle. For the Son is risen, and because of the son He endures.
Jaffan grabbed his sister's body and sat in a chair. "What are you wearing?" Jihan asked who prepared the meal for her son. "Fried rice with nuggets." Answer Juma. "OK." Jihan nodded hurriedly preparing as her son wished. "Mom to the office?" Ask Julian. "Yes. Mama has a promise with Om Satria." Answer while sitting. "If you go home, buy Papa some chicken noodles." The middle-aged man's words made Jihan choke. "So slow Ma'am." Jalwa said giving a drink. "Why did you arrive wanting noodles?" Ask wonder. "Pengen aja." He smiled at his daughter.
Jihan's on her way to the office. The woman turned her car because she saw a familiar figure being held by a police officer. "Jordan." Call Jihan who just got out of the car. "Mama." The teenager hugged him. "You're Mama?" Ask police. "Ah yes." Reply Jihan is a bit of a difficulty. "Let's come with us to the office." The woman nodded immediately back to her car.
"Bas based on troublemakers." Jeff's grouse entered the police station. He was forced to cancel the meeting because he got a call from Jihan that his son was in trouble. "Why else are you?" He approached Jordan who was sitting while hugging Jihan. "Sister?" One of the police officers asked Jeff to sit down. "Yes Sir. Why else is he?" Ask is impatient. "Fathers ditched, drove a car without a SIM, STNK, and not even an identification tag. He also broke the red light." The police replied explaining. "Just put it in the cell, sir." Jeff said, making everyone there surprised, including Jihan. "I don't want to mess with this kid's mischief. Put it in the cell or father whatever it's up to." Further. "Papa." Jordan's complaint shook his Papa's arm. "Ma." He turned to Jihan for not getting a response. "It's done well, sir. After all Jordan is still a minor so it's impossible in a cell right? I'll pay the fine." Said Jihan asking for a path of peace.
Jeff's still in the parking lot. The man stared intently at his son who was hugging Jihan. "You are you again." Annoyed annoyed. He opened Jeff's bag and took the teenager's wallet. "From now on, Papa doesn't give pocket money to you. Ask for Auntie's supplies. No more playing anywhere." Rigorously. "Pa. Time has no money at all. How's Jordan going to the cafeteria?" His complaint. "And Papa told me to ask for Auntie's provisions. You're home by 12. Which makes you long time not to go home is too tired." Jeff replied annoyed. "Go home. The driver's picked me up." Further. "You go home with Mama." He tightened his embrace to Jihan. "home." The truth is no longer possible to argue. "Love you Ma." Jef kissed Jihan's cheek and then hurried away.
"Sorry to trouble you Ma." Jeff said making Jihan glare. "What do you call me?" Ask. "Ma. Just like Jordan." The man replied smiling. "Don't be so reckless." Pesil Jihan. "Why the hell Ma? If it's angry it's even anxious." Tempting. "Astagfirullah. There are your rich people." He rushed to get in his car. "Mama." Jeff muttered smilingly looking at Jihan's car leaving the parking lot.
