The Beginning of a Famous Writer

The door's a shame

I feel so much sadness, because I suddenly remembered the incident decades ago, where me and my family also had to go through this journey first, yes first, once, at the beginning of my separation with my father, the promised farewell will return to be together, the separation planned only for a while.

But all did not go according to plan. Farewell is inevitable.

Well I'm reminded of the trip home first, maybe because through the same trip, but with different situations and conditions, I used to be very small, there may not even be a hint of memory about the trip, I only heard stories from my grandparents. I used to go through this may be full of fuss, I used to go through this may be full of crying, because it is still a baby.

Unlike now, now I'm passing this already with married status, already with the status of also being a mother to my son and daughter. What is no different is the mother who is still faithful beside me.

With that situation, everything was reflected in my mind, all as if a cassette tape was playing. It looks so clear.

I miss the people who always accompany me from being picked up by my grandfather until I am the same age now. Their faces seemed real to this mind, grandma and grandpa, it was two people who were able to give me spirit and a lot of lessons

Besides their status as my grandparents, they are also like parents to me, because those who have met all my needs since then, he who knows all my needs, he said, he who knows everything and how my habits are, they raise and educate me and my brother like their own children, even seem to love us more.

Still ringing in these ears,

"My son ten, two died in childhood, now it is as if my son returned ten, because of the presence of the grandson of one of my children, God seemed to give the same substitution, he said, my child who had gone without a pair, and we were replaced with a granddaughter who was also entrusted to live with us." that's how grandma answered, everyone asked about our status.

My grandmother was the most gentle woman I had ever met, there was no one I met such a gentle woman, her tone was never high, she said softly, never saying rudely to others, incredible patience in the face of the wheel of life.

My grandfather and grandmother were not people from the beginning, they had also experienced the hardships of life. The farming life that he had spent many years, it was not impossible that he had ever felt the sadness of struggle. Because of his lack of possession, humiliation and exclusion they feel. But the patience he has, does not cause emotional turmoil over what they face.

But the longing for grandma and grandpa will never be cured, because they are no longer with us, the rubbing of his hands I can no longer feel, his advice will never again be heard adorning the ears, he said, his body could no longer be felt for me, for they had calmed down by His side.

Grandma died while she was performing the fifth pillar of Islam. He died in the mosque in the city of Makkah, the position he had ablution' and had stood in shaf, while listening to the adhan dzuhur roar, his body fell to the floor. Given this, the heart is sad again, may grandmother and grandfather husnul khotimah.

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I don't know how long I've been in this grief, so a call restores self-awareness.

"Bun. mother.." reprimand the voice from next to me.

I immediately turned my head, it turned out that my husband had been staring at this face with great care. Maybe he was wondering what happened to me.

"Why crying?" He asked back.

I shook my head, my hands raised with my thumbs up, as if to signal that I was okay, I was, because I could not tell the cause that made me cry until tears.

"Give me some time, and don't discuss and question this for now, well," I said softly.

As if understanding the situation, my husband understood me the most, he then embraced this body, as if to provide strengthening and intake of patience.

"Relax, when your heart is ready to sigh, do not forget that there is always me who is faithful to listen to it, say! For now let's enjoy this journey," he gently rubbed the corners of the eyes that were still a little wet.

Feeling a little calmer, I stepped into the children's playground, yes from the first to the third floor earlier, mother and children were in the arena of the game. Aihzan sicantikku who was awake while in the ship was busy playing with Rey, his brother, and also many other children who also enjoy the facilities of the ship.

Quite complete also facilities on the ship, ranging from toilets, places to pray, cafes, and not left behind the arena of children's toys. I was amazed by the idea of ship design and the development of such a sophisticated era.

Feeling that the ship was almost docked, we intended to return to the bus, coincidentally the same overhauled will go to the bus parking lot on the hull, we were at the very front. As long as we pass the stairs we can not walk side by side, because the stairs that can only be passed by one person, each will start stepping on the first rung of the stairs, because the stairs can only be passed by one person, and step on the last rung of stairs before we see the bus lined with doors first that limit.

The position that runs the front is me holding Aihzan, and behind me followed by mother, in the third row followed by my husband while holding Rey my son. And the next sequence of sequences is followed by another compiler.

The sound of the footsteps seemed to be a rhythm and a silent witness of the descent of the stairs.

We came to the last step of the stairs, and to get to the bus we had to open one more door, I tried to turn the door, and push, but the door never opened, I tried to repeat again, but still the same, I turned my body back to look a lot of people queue people who hope that the door will open soon.

"Maybe we haven't been allowed down yet" I said softly.

Everyone who was there seemed to display an anxious look, not least Rey who immediately cried, Rey my son has trauma once trapped in a room, he thought that we were trapped or trapped there.

Eh unexpectedly one of the people who participated in the queue opened one of the ambassadors near him, the door opened with its width. Fixs turns out I turned the wrong hendel.

Malunya. My face is red as a boiled crab.

All the laughs left the stairs that had painted a worrying story that ended with such incredible embarrassment.