The Destiny of Love The Substitute Bride
Visiting mom.
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"assalamualaik. Mother.. Moms"
"zeinu.. You come son" said a middle-aged woman who still uses mukena. He walked over to the son who had not visited him for a long time.
"mother how? Healthy? " ask his son
"the elderly will be vulnerable to illness. But here your brother takes good care of your mother. How is kabu ? You're kurusan. Do you eat 1 meal a week?" the mother's nagging
"ohs.. C'mon ma'am. I would die if I ate only 1 meal a week. I just keep the shape of the body, Mom. It's ideal. Let this mother's child love more. Yes, no ma'am? " said the boy trying to tease the mother
"basic bad boy. Will this mother's child not sell if she has a distended stomach?. You're this. Why not tell me if you want to visit? You can cook your favorite food" said the mother again
"that's it. That's why I didn't tell mom. Mom's always busy if I come over a lot of food that you cook." Ma'am, it's not that I don't like mom's cooking the most delicious cuisine of all time. But I don't want you tired of cooking just to welcome my arrival. Later mom tired and sick.I don't want mom sick because I can't take care of mom. Look I brought a lot of food for all of us. Later when the others have gone home from school we eat together." lata Almeer
"have you prayed?" ask mom
"mommy already. Last time I walked here I stopped by the mosque near here."
"yes, I've released Mukena first. We'll have another conversation later, I haven't heard your story in a long time" said the mother and went into her room.
the man who is none other than Almer Zein is now taking care of some of the food he brought on the dining table and then look back at the photos displayed on the walls of the house. he remembered how he got to this place. A life never imagined before. A life that leaves dark in his life.
"don't remember son, sometimes there are some things that really need to be forgotten. Forget it" said mother
"i always hoped that way. Can I sleep on my mother's lap. I miss when I was little mom" said Almer, who then lay on the sofa with his head on his lap
"mother knows, said the pesantren is where we learn the science of sincerity. And yes, there are many things I learned there. The science of the Quran hadith and yes everything can change my life even better. It's just mom... "
"why son?"
"why is sincerity not present? I would love to forget that, Mom. It really tormented me. Tight chest mom. Can you help me" said Almer
"you know what can take away that claustrophobicity is yourself. There are times when man needs to come to terms with every wound of his life. Love the pain, son. Make peace with that wound" said the mother.
"You've tortured yourself enough. I'm sure if you can make peace with the wound it will be sincerely present. You can't really look elsewhere. But it is always there in everyone. You need to recognize yourself until that sincerity appears to be your personality" said the mother again
Almeer continued to ponder every word of the mother.
"boy all this time I never asked about every decision you made. You always do whatever you want. Although I know you also know your decisions are sometimes dangerous and hurt you and others. Because what? Because I know that you know what the risks of each of your decisions are. But can you give me some advice?" said the mother
"of course" replied Almeer
"whatever every choice you make love each process, pain, happiness, hurt pride, love all the processes make you one with that choice, because it can help you reduce the tightness that is squeezing you. Take responsibility. And love your every choice."
"yes mother"
Almeer felt he could slap hard at his mother's words. Which made him aware of all his actions.
"listen to you ma'am. May I sleep for a while please take a break mom. It can calm me down"
Almeer closed his eyes and fell asleep in his mother's lap.The mother's sweet voice praying with her soft hands brushed her hair. Leaving it into his subconscious.
"blessed son. Because you deserve to be happy" said the mother
