Silence With Wounds Go With Wounds
first fast
two months have passed since the incident and now comes the day when the Muslims of the world are happy to welcome the coming of the holy month of the month which is better than a thousand months, the month in which all the doors of heaven are opened.This month is very happy for me because in this month also the prospective new students get to her. I have also been tapped to one of the universities in this city take the first choice of medical majors even though the opposite of my majors at high school in my opinion it does not matter the most important I believe I able while the second choice of business management and the third Islamic psychology.
likewise with saras who also take part in mentaptar but the difference is our choice of majors is different, the first choice and field of treatment said he could not afford if the cost to the doctor was too expensive said even though I also felt the same but if kemenga than allow everything would be passed easily.
today is the first day of fasting everything feels different and today is the first day I fast without my family, usually, sahur is built in mother's delicious cooking so tasteful to eat made in milk so that the fast is strong but, now I have to wake up myself, cook it myself, everything is self-paced, sad not to be asked again, homesickness, homesickness, what else every mouthful of rice in my sahur time my tears continue to flow I can not prevent it because my eyes seem to understand what my heart may be mother also understand my heart because after the completion of sahur my mother contacted me via video call.
"assalamualaiku mother" I answered
"waalaikumussalam deck, how is the sahur? "
"nobody's as special as mother"
"eat what? "
"rice cake"
"yes, the deck is using rice when using hahahahah" said bang anton, it turns out they still gather in front of the tv, because it's our family's habit when the fasting month is up sahur watch the lecture.
"hur own deck? " say mother again
"yes" answered me softly and surely my tears will fall as fast as I'm away from the camera hp so that mother does not see me cry
"ade's healthy? "
"yes, what kind of mother did you have? "
"alhamdulillah is healthy"
"the branch isn't asked on deck? " said bang anton again now bang anton is already beside mom
"mother"
"yes son"
"ade misses" I said with tears that hurt my defenses collapsed already, already, his article for 5 months I was in this city I never said miss even the video call was very coral because every time I saw the face of my family miss me more and more.
"if you want to go home, come home son, mother never told you to work" said mother with a voice that began to shake and I know mother was also holding back her tears.
"adek wants to go to college"
"mother knows, but if ade can not stand where ade people can go home, because mother also miss"
"prepare ade mother hiks hyks"
"ade there's nothing wrong"
"ade makes mom miss"
"that a mother misses her child"
"pray ade mother, 3 more days ade exam"
"always and sure"
" mother sahur this time is different hyks hyks"
"mother knows" the end of her defense bun collapsed mother had cried
"your flyer is home, son"
"insaallah mother"
"ihhhh ko ade cengeng" said bang anton
"ade misses what's ugly" I said in tears
" the handsome gini in say ugly" said bang anton weaving his lips"but brother did not miss adek" said bang anton
"ade misses brother ugly"
"branch don't miss" kat bang anton curl
"but ade misses"
"yes, you know your brother is ngangenin" said kang anton
"miss porotin money brother" said I smile without sin mother was smiling on the screen hp
bang Anton was already a manyun and the others were laughing
"zahara's grandfather"
"this grandpa has salsa, will you say no? " (salsa my niece is three years old)
"ante dek" panggi salsa with his cute voice, yes salsa call me by the name of ante deck, because I'm his smallest aunt.
"ante de kaka lindu" O yes salsa is often called brother because he is the first son of the great bang and the first grandson
"yes"
"ante don't miss sister? "
"hmmm" actually I really want to talk a lot with salsa but I can't because I'm still very jealous of her it might sound very childish but that's the fact I'm jealous of a 3-year-old kid
"dad's mom is healthy, right? "
"he's healthy, want to talk to dad? "
"yes"
"healthy mother midwife? " say dad
"healthy dongk" I said with a smile "healthy dad? "
"alhamdulillah, how is the exam? "
"3 more days well, prayer is good yeah well"
"definitely"
"you used to be well here uda entered at dawn assalamualaiku"
"waalaikumussalam"
at least a little sense of my passion is obeyed
"when has it been there?"
"since then" said Saras as he entered my room
"why not go in? "
"fear to disturb you"
"ohhhh"
"you're good to have a lot of family who love you" said Saras and I just kept quiet because I knew what he thought
"i just found out if you're called by your family"
"i'm the youngest"
"fast"
"you were crying"
"hmmm"
"why? "
"misses"
"i just saw that you can absorb it earlier, it turns out that it's true said people, as strong as we are when it comes to our families, we will look fragile let alone people we love are injured" saras said with an empty look
"hemm"
"i envy you" said Saras kicking towards the ceiling
" you don't envy me because I'm just an ordinary person not necessarily I'm luckier than you and not necessarily you're more miserable than everyone else out there.
life is a choice if you choose something wrong now then in the future it will be wrong, do not envy the success of others now because, not necessarily in the future he is more successful than you"
" i'm curious about the story of your life" said Saras while looking at me
" some day you'll know"
"i'm waiting for a story"
"i didn't tell you to wait"
"and I'll wait"
"hmmm"
