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The sky this afternoon looks so beautiful, a tinge of orange that slowly fades the blue color. The sun slowly began to immerse itself while I was fixated staring from behind the window with a blank mind. I don't know, looking at the sunset is not my hobby but someone who is often fixated on the phenomenon, admiring the many colors that the sky will display in every twilight, I don't know what surprises will be given maybe he doesn't want the time to be blessed. How are you doing? Long time no see.
The ringing of the phone paid for my daydream
"hello, why Ren?" My sister named Rena is on the other end of the phone.
"Rei's here now.." Rena's voice at the other end of the phone sounded like it was shaking. My heart started to beat inappropriately. I know this isn't a good thing.
Without a long conversation I immediately ended Rena's phone then rushed to leave the office to my parents' house. Father's condition is not healthy, he said, some time ago he was hospitalized for his kidneys and anyway I didn't want anything bad to happen with him.
Father is a figure who does not talk much, he is more silent with all the events around him. He was the one who always taught me that men should be able to do everything in order to stand alone. He always reminds me to take care of the family when he is away at work, take care of my two sisters, as well as our mother and home stay. To be able to be like that sometimes my father told me to take water in the river for the needs of a day – days with a certain target, it became a responsibility that I had to bear he said, he said, learning to take responsibility is important for every man, keeping everything he says and apologizing if he is guilty. Even though in front of my parents I look mature, in fact my behavior outside is still the same. Even to apologize I felt so heavy as a teenager. To anyone I feel reluctant. I don't have many memories with my father maybe because I'm a boy who tends to be closer to their mother. But the thing I always remember is the father who always wants to forgive all the delinquency that I do, for him every child should do something that deviates at a certain time. Even when he found out I was smoking, he calmly asked, "When?". Even you still want to forgive the fatal mistake I made when caught razzia brought illegal goods to school. He believed that I would change later, realizing that what I had done was wrong, even though it was in the end that punished my mother, instead, beating my feet with a broomstick until I could not walk for several days, and without regret I still continue to repeat the mistake. One day I decided I had to stop.
stopping my obsession with illegal goods is not an easy thing, it takes a lot of time to really stop. And I managed to stop , at one point right – completely turned my world upside down. The obsession of having things I would never have had managed to overcome the obsession - another obsession in my world. The great desire to prove to someone that I can change for the better than before. Someone who came and chose not to stay is what has changed the course of my life. Makes me want to be someone who deserves to have him, someone who deserves to keep him from leaving.Thank you, from the beginning I wanted to have you.
seen from a distance the house seemed empty. I rushed down from the car immediately to the room where Mr. lying, Mother,rena and Reza were sitting on the side of the bed. Aq approached the Father and kissed his cold hands, greeted by a weak smile.
"sorry father" the voice of the father softly and loud as it was forced. Mother began to sob again, followed by my sisters. I tried to hold my cry while continuing to hold her hand.
"rei who apologizes to the father, all this time rei always troubled the father" I tried to strengthen my heart.no parting of God, please this servant of yours.
"don't. leave the prayer.." I nodded in greeting to his words "father, proud to have a child like you son" a long unheard call, felt so slicing for a time like this. I moved trying to hug the father and said that I forgave the father. the sound of whispers slowly ringing in my ears. the father echoed the words of the shahada, I tried to resist from shouting and crying at this time. I hugged the father's body tightly, along with echoing the shahada to help him, the father's body felt trembling, and then became heavy instantly.The cries of people in the room broke the silence, breaking the silence, my beloved father went home to the almighty.
hard day, really. farewell is not as easy as saying it. especially for the last time. somehow I can go through half a day. take care of the funeral, bathe the corpse, bathe the body, and the hardest to bury the father into the burrow. his face will no longer smile to welcome my arrival when visiting the house, no more phone bases - stale just to ask the news, give advice, give advice, and make coffee. yes, you like to make coffee for me while asking the development of my business.
I began to miss my father, when I realized there were so many roses blooming in the backyard. roses belonged to my mother, but was cared for by my father with care, both in terms of fertilizer, and in terms of fertilizer, the right soil and moisture content to water some of the planted pots. ah. how lost I am, mother, Rena and Reza and our extended family.
my head began to feel dizzy, because I stayed up all night and had not eaten anything since this morning.I really wanted to close my eyes and immediately ignored this fatigue.
" rey, "a familiar voice in my ears. The voice belongs to Mila, my boyfriend.
" there are guests who want to go home" he said in a slow tone while handing me a cup of coffee.
"rei.."uhukkk, where's your mother?" I was stunned and everything was quiet, the people around me stopped and I knew why. Welcomed my hand while tightening my position, I unconsciously pulled the tiny hand tightly into her arms.I drowned my face on her shoulder and cried.
My heart is broken, lost, there are so many things I want to say today, but nothing can be said. I hardened my heart so as not to cry, but all was lost when I saw his face. He used to remind me that it is important to think of both parents whenever we want to do something bad. He made me come back closer to my father. He always weakens me and strengthens me.
He patted my head gently and pushed my shoulder to release a hug. "father must be sad, if you're like this" he turned his gaze to Mila who was still in shock with my behavior. He patted mila on the shoulder and said to take care of me. Uhh. I just hope Mila to understand.
he went to look for my mother, and the same cry my mother broke when she saw him. The woman who turned my world upside down. Nayras.
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I immediately opened the window curtains when I woke up in a pitch-black room.How long I had been asleep, the lights in each house seemed bright. Inside the house there was a sound that recited the verses of the Koran. it's the first night you're not here forever and I don't know why I feel so quiet. I hold the glare of light when I open the door, the wall clock shows eight and five minutes.
I sat on the back porch lighting a cigarette, staring at the rose that looked dim because of the light from inside the house. Even in the dim state of the roses still look beautiful no wonder because the father is so caring for them well, although from the story of the mother at first the father did not really like when the mother began to plant the flower for fear that the mother would neglect to take care of her and somehow the father who took over the care of the flower. My memory recalls the incident earlier this afternoon, when my hand reflexively pulled and hugged Nayra. That made Mila's face pout all day until she said goodbye.
"reys... " The voice from inside the house broke my daydream. Daffa, my best friend as a child patted me on the shoulder slowly then took a seat next to me, I felt Dejavu. Daffa lit a cigarette.
" thank you for coming Daf" I said to Daffa with a smile. We were silent while smoking cigarettes and letting our own minds go somewhere. Until Daffa's phone rang broke silent.
"Hello? Nay, why?" My heart was racing when I heard the name called Daffa. "Oh yeah, do you want something spicy or not?" I was curious about the conversation between the two of them. "Okay, abis from rey's house, I'm going there" what does this mean? Daffa wants to go to Nayra's house? Since when? Since when were the two of them familiar again? Since when did the two of them get used to this? Since when is Nayra here?
Daffa ended his phone, put the phone in his pocket. I don't like my thoughts right now, always wondering about Nayra, what's up, why, how, why so many kinds of questions come up in my head when I think of her.
"Nayra?" I immediately asked because I was curious. Daffa replied with a nod of his head.
" Nay said hello, he was sick and asked to buy meatballs" I unconsciously smiled at Daffa's words just now. Well that sounds like a very Nayra, no other food is desirable other than meatballs when it is sick. Shortly after, Daffa returned home. I'm messing with my hair, I really don't like how I feel right now. I felt very sorry for the loss of one of my dear parents but on the one hand I felt jealous, envious of Daffa who was my best friend from childhood.
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