Scratches of Destiny

La Tahzan - Mother

Not long after I heard the whisper, I smelled the fragrance of flowers as it passed right in front of me and I again heard the whisper of another familiar voice in my opinion.

The voice whispered,

"Son, you're the toughest woman we've ever had, don't be sad.

Remove your tears dear, don't let your tears fall because of some pain. Let your tears fall for what makes you happy, son. A cry and a smile.

We love and love you, but we must fulfill God's calling.

Rest assured that we are happy here, we also do not want a farewell. However, this has all been arranged in such a way by Allah SWT. No one can restore a broken heartbeat but Allah. La tahzan, my son.

Your happiness is our happiness.

Your sorrow is also our sorrow, son. If you love us, wipe away your tears. We're always with you, my son."

After the last sentence was spoken I felt like someone rubbed my head gently, instantly making me speechless and closing my eyes with tears still faithfully wetting my cheeks.

I don't think I want that hand to stop wiping my head and leaving me alone, anymore.

I know that voice, she's my mother..

Mom, I miss you, I want to hold you tight.

I want to tell you a lot, Mom.

 

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Won't you wonder when my mother left me for a lifetime? why have you never heard the story? I know your mother's alive, Alira?

Aye, right. My mother is alive, my real mother.

Who do you mean?

So gini, from the first time I was born and I saw the beauty of this universe, I already had two mothers.

Stepmom? Answer isn't.

What then? The answer is that I have never had a stepmother, I only have my real mother who is alive and my second Mother is the one whom Allah SWT has called.

Meaning how? I don't understand it. All right, I'll explain. So when I was born, I already had two mothers, who loved each other.

1 Mother (Mother S) and 1 Mother.

She was my own aunt, from the beginning of marriage to having a child she never had a daughter.

Therefore, from me the baby she took care of and raised me.

She was named Rastani's mother, whether she was born where. Probably the same as me, in Surabaya.

Rastani's mother was born on September 15, 1971.

She married a man who was the younger sister of my birth mother (Mother S) named

They love me, they take care of me with all their heart.

From the beginning I was born, Mother Rastani always faithfully helped my biological mother to take care of me. I am happy to have parents as good and dear as them.

When I was about 2 months old and at that time my mother was obliged to go back to work.

That's when I got closer to Rastani's mother (My aunt) and M's father (My Uncle).

Because when Mom left for work, my mother always asked for help to Mother Rastani to take care of me because from morning to evening my house was always empty as if it had never been inhabited.

My brothers went to school until the afternoon, my mother also worked until late afternoon. My biological father? He works out of the city close to the place where he was born, namely Nganjuk.

Rastani's mother and M's father always took good care of me with the help of my grandmother who loved me so much.

In fact, my grandmother never left me alone. He always carried me and took me wherever he went.

If I'm allowed to play with a kid who's the same age as me, Grandma always says, "Oh son. Here let the granny just carry, later you pinch another child"

I heard a story from my birth Mother (Mother S) who could have guessed that so unfortunately grandma used to be to me.

But honey..

God loved her more, God called my grandmother when I was about 2 years old

 

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So that's why I call him Mom and Dad like a child who calls his parents

Even though Father M and Mother Rastani are my Uncle and Aunt.

Of course, only I called them Father and Mother while my brothers, they still call them Uncle and Aunt like nephews to Uncle and Aunt.

I love Father M and Mother Rastani just as much as I love my own biological parents.

Yes, even though I once had a dark past, so I could hate people who were very meaningful in my life.

If I'm honest, I'm sorry for now.

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