Princess Surgaku Khaula

Dusk connoisseur

This morning we were back in talks and decided not to continue our investigation. For me it is enough that I see and hear the facts. We decided the day after returning home, the children should immediately return to their boarding houses.

"Follow Mom yu Nak." I took her somewhere.

"Where's Mah?" Ask Ammar.

"Come, come along. You will know too. Get ready!" My orders to him.

I was planning to take her to the place Missing showed me yesterday, I just wanted to enjoy my time with my son before we resumed our usual routine in our city.

This is where we are now, in a beautiful place that is so natural. The wind, the sound of the waves, the blue of the ocean refreshed our view. A gust of wind is able to give peace to our souls. I saw my son's smile start to widen, his face looks a little fresh not as bad as yesterday.

"Well, this place is great! Experience the mah, the air, the scenery, the atmosphere, I like the mah." Pleased speech.

"You're glad to see you're this happy, son, it's been a long time since we've gone both ways?" I asked my son.

"Please promise me Mah, whatever happens stays good next to me. I don't have anyone else here. I only have Mamah!" He said as he hugged me and poured out all the pent-up resentment since yesterday.

"Yes, don't be sad. He said you were happy, but you were still crying. There, Mamah wait for you at the dining place over there. You want to go around first? come on, before the afternoon hunt. Some say the sunset when viewed from here is so beautiful. We're here until we finish watching the sunset, after sunset we go back to the hotel.

My son ran happily. He touched the sand of the beach, his feet touched the waves, he screamed off the load, my eyes could not be separated from him. I always look wherever he goes.

Here on this beach, I love everything. If my husband is more comfortable in this city with his new wife, then I will release him on my consciousness, on the sincerity of my heart. What else can I defend? when the owner of the heart no longer wants me, then I do not want to force. I don't want to be a beggar of love, I still have pride, I still have a son to look after, a mother I have to visit, then I have to be strong!

I ordered young coconut ice and some typical food of this city, I thought to open a restaurant Lesehan with a menu of regional specialties. I have to try one by one so I know what it's like.

I asked them the names of the food I tasted. Next to me was a woman who ordered avocados, I remembered a little of her that I was trying to forget.

I brought a tray of food to get back to where I was, I'll eat it with Ammar. A few eyes were on me. Yeah, I'm the one who's never used a long batik negligee and pinched hair like I used to. I always look fashionable wherever I am.

But my footsteps stopped when I heard a familiar voice in my ears. I lyrics to my left, it turns out my ears do not recognize the sound wrong. Yes, that is the voice of the man who is still valid as my husband. I saw him talking to the woman. The woman who might have been next to me because there was still an avocado in her hand.

I can't avoid this heart it hurts to see it, but I don't want to dissolve in sadness. I must rise, am I not learning to let go?

I deliberately passed in front of my husband, pretending to be calling someone so he turned and looked at me. Whether all this time his love is fake or not, but one thing is certain, he must recognize the voice of the woman who has been faithful years to accompany him.

I know for sure he saw me, because I heard him choking and immediately silent, not as much as the chatter of the two of them before I passed. I don't care what he thinks of me. The important thing is that he knows I'm there!

There is a sharp pain but my spirit to continue life is no less big. Nah! I don't want to be a wail of fate. My eldest daughter lived passionately, without complaining despite the severe illness that eventually took her life. I must learn from Khaulaku.Learn as strong and as hard as he, learn to always be kind, share a lot and sincere.

I wave my hands to call my son closer and I eat one by one the food on the tray.

"Here, try eating this. It's delicious." Oh." My speech.

"Where, let me taste Mah." Ammar.

"Enak right? the one you ate was called Tiwul, the one you burned." I explained the name of the food I brought.

"yes Mah, good!" Her speech.

"Make a lot of food? mah tumben. Are you afraid of fat?" He asked me.

"It's only been a day. Mamah there are plans to make a restaurant with a special menu of regional food. Mom, there's a little savings. Yes, it is enough to build a simple restaurant. You have to start independent, right?" I explained my intention.

His mouth continued to chew, but his eyes began to condense, the beautiful eyes of my teens who were trying to hold back so as not to look sad in front of me.

"How are you doing on campus? any obstacles?" My toot.

"Currently Mah, obstacles must have been broken if there was." Answer it while laughing.

"Did it catch your attention?" Ask again.

"What Mah?" it was as if he pretended not to understand what my question meant.

"Is there a pretty doctor you like there?" I explained the direction of my question.

"Ah Mamah." Shame answer.

His face was flushed and down. My brother always does so when embarrassed. Never had I heard of him approaching a woman, some of his female friends always play at home while at High School I know the meaning of his girlfriend doing homework is because he likes Ammarku. I just smiled from a distance looking at the kid's behavior. Adolescence that runs so naturally according to his royal instinct.

"Tomorrow we go home, you want to accompany Mamah to one more place?" I asked Ammar.

"Come on Mah!" Reply spirit.

We ate all the food we ordered. We rest here because of the glut. It's late in the afternoon, the sun will start to sink. I set up the camera to capture this moment. I take pictures of the beauty of nature at this time, I take pictures around and do not forget I take pictures together with my son.

We are so enjoying today, all the beauty of nature and the events that occur today. We went back to the hotel and got some rest. My plan is, tomorrow I'll take my son to see Miss. I don't know why I'm so interested in him. His simple life, his pure face, his heart full of sincerity even though he was in distress. It's like I see my sulung Khaula in him.

I also took many lessons from his life story, I learned to make things happen and tried to keep fighting to get on with life and give my best to the people I love.

I suddenly miss my mother. I took my phone to call my mom's number.But wait, what is this? there's an unanswered call from a number I don't know unnamed on my phone screen. Never mind, if it's important he'll call me back.

"Hello Ma'am, how are you?" I asked my mother.

"Humaira's? thank God, I am healthy. How're you? where's Mom's handsome grandson?" Mother asked Ammar.

"There's Mom, maybe now she's asleep. Mommy hasn't slept? it's almost late at night, isn't it?" I'm anxious.

"You haven't slept karmically missing Mom, have you? mom's the same, since yesterday I've missed you so much." My mother was crying there, I heard her slightly trembling voice holding back the longing that had not been conveyed.

"Don't cry Mom, I'll try to see you soon." My speech.

"At least I've heard your voice and news. Take good care of yourself there, son. Greetings to my daughter-in-law and granddaughter." Say Mother.

"Yes Mom, you also take care of your health not to be too tired. I'm taking a break." My speech.

I hung up the phone and broke down and rested. Today is so beautiful, that twilight I will never forget.