The Beginning of a Famous Writer

Apart from the Shackles of Hatred

A shadow leaves a silence, I wake up with tears still soaking the dream.

It turns out I was just dreaming. I went back to digesting speech after speech in the dream.

After pondering for so long, tears again flooded the cheeks, without a sound, there was only a stream of tears.

I looked at the clock on hp showing the number ten nights. Turns out I've been asleep for about a week.

Instantly remember the incident earlier, remember the coming, when the shadow of mother crossed my mind.

How does the mother feel now, does the mother feel the same as me, does the mother also hate him, do not let the mother have expelled him, or the mother is happy to accept him.

Questions ran through my mind until I wanted to find the answer.

I moved my feet, my hands swung around the door, I slowly opened the door, empty and still.

Where are people? Where are Rey and Aihzan? Why so quiet? What the hell happened?

Again the question sprang up through these lips.

I want to see what happens outside.

I tried to step on foot, perfecting this body outside the room, some stepped, I found Rey, Hasbih and Aihzan lying down, fast asleep in front of the television. Maybe at first they lay down while watching television that plays their favorite movies, and now all three while playing with the beauty of their dreams, whether it has been how long the television has been watching them.

Sayup sounds like someone talking.

Back I set foot slowly, so that no one knows my existence, I step so slowly, while settling down, watching the surroundings really safe from the presence of someone.

Until I arrived, in front of the boundary between the living room and the living room, which was bounded by a wall, and there was a glass door connecting between the living room and the family.

The white glass door adorned with a magnetic curtain curtain made me able to hide behind it, to eavesdrop on the conversation of the people behind it.

Seen there is a brother sitting to the right of Dinda, and my om on the left. While beside me was my husband who was seriously listening to the conversation between them.

My mother and sister-in-law sat side by side.

I remained silent there without any intention of participating in their discussion.

Visible and faintly faintly audible, Dinda made a sound.

Back I brought the body closer and sharpened the sense of hearing.

"If Mr. Indri knew how sorry you are to him, maybe he would not torture you with hatred like this. During his life, as long as we were together never even though he forgot him, his name was always pronounced in prayer by the Father. Praying for all his kindness, praying that his heart would be free from hatred." He explained as if he didn't want anything to be missed.

"My presence did not cover his longing for Indri, his presence did not interfere with his love for Indri, maybe Indri assumed that with my presence, made the Father forget him, but not at all, sak indri was still the first child to make him his first love, evident from the name pinned to me, he gave a name to me, partly taking the name of Indri's sister, Indriani Putri, his first daughter, his first daughter, still using Indriani for his second daughter, Mr. pinned Indriani at the end of my name," he explained while holding back tears.

"The reason for pinning the name Indriani behind my name, so that you always remember Indri's brother." he explained at length.

Yes, if the problem pin Indriani, it is true, because the name Dinda is Dinda Indriani.

"Money is no longer sent, because the economy of the Father is a little difficult, but the flow of prayer every prostration, never forget he sent. His apologies never alfa he entrusted to the almighty." Added.

All still not flinching. Because of seeing Dinda who was still gathering strength to speak.

"And about mother, Father always advised me that later the Father was gone, hoping I would say sorry to mother, he admitted his mistake that had betrayed and abandoned mother, he said, I deeply regret the separation that occurred between my mother," he explained again.

Indeed, since the mother returned home, they never met again, mother always avoids to interact with the Father.

When I was eight years old, my father came home with his new family. Hearing his return, to avoid him, mother went home.

Mother can leave a little income, because almost all of our needs have been met by family and parents.

But even though we already have our own house, we still live in the grandmother's house, because the grandmother was getting old, he asked that we always accompany him. Because he has regarded my mother as his own son.

And she would just go to her house to clean it up.

As if brought by his mind to a few years ago, the promise and separation came back clearly in his mind.

Her tears flowed so hard. He is unable to say words.

"Husband.I beg you to let go of all the grudges that occurred, I as one of the children of the Father apologized Father!" His words are full of hope.

Ibuk thought carefully, suddenly he remembered the lecture he heard every time he finished praying in the mosque. About revenge and forgiveness.

_____Tak will be an insult to us who forgive, will not be a lowly us who release revenge, but God will raise his degree.

Forgiveness is a noble practice when one is able to apologize for the mistakes of others.

Many glories of sincerity in giving forgiveness, among others, bringing love, getting a defense from God, getting forgiveness from God, and glorious at the side of God.

Nabi Shallallohu alaihi wa sallam, said :

"Whoever restrains his anger, when he is able to retaliate, God will call him on the day of the apocalypse before the creatures to give him the choice of whichever angel he wishes,"

It is how we forgive each other._____

That's the talk I hear almost every day.

Without realizing it, she shed tears.

"I have forgiven your Father for a long time, nor do I want to take revenge, nor do I want to take the sin of my vengeful revenge.

If I had a grudge, I would have avenged your Father long ago. But the kindness of his parents, his parents who are so dear and responsible, not only to his children, to me who is already his son's ex-wife is still dear to him, he still loves, unfortunately, it is like loving your own child.

So that goodness has all covered what your Father did, only to meet me who could not, until death separated us." Terang ibuk long.

I eavesdropped, shed tears, my mother alone the first person to be betrayed was able to forgive and accept her past.

Between mother and father if there is a separation then the status changes to the former, while between me and the Father, whatever the farewell, as the case may be, we will not be able to be the former, because in my blood flows the blood of the Father.

Hearing your mother is able to forgive and accept her past.

I was running and hugging my mother, whether I was strengthening my mother, whether I needed reinforcement, who clearly heard my mother forgiving the Father, like the chunk that hit this body has been lifted, he said, like missing a big problem.

To be honest, what makes the heart even more shrouded in hatred is because I think of mother's feelings. After all, the person I think has forgiven everything that has happened, there is still no reason for me to harbor this hatred.

Like being detached from the shackles of hatred. I slowly walked towards Dinda.

"There is no reason for me to hate you anymore, for my mother alone is able to accept you, what else am I, in which our blood flows the same blood." I'm firm.

Hearing that, everyone who was there said Alhamduliiah, and Dinda immediately embraced this body.

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