The Faithful Heart

Bereft

Time still goes by without ever wanting to stop and compromise, even if only for a moment. The wheel of life also continues to spin without ever being able to guess when we will be at the top or whenever we are at the lowest point. Sometimes we laugh and smile happily, but there will be times when we shed tears. Every human being will experience both joy and sorrow.

If we can choose for sure we will always choose to be happy and avoid nestapa. But unfortunately we can only live what has become the decree of the Creator. For indeed our fate and life go according to His plan.

It is inevitable and inevitable that God created man not as an eternal being. Our existence is limited by time. And when our time should end only God knows.

Only a few months later the gods lived in happiness. But now the grief is coming back to him. The grandmother who had accompanied and cared for him now had to go home to the Creator. On top of the maelstrom that was still wet, the God was sitting limply sobbing silently. His eyes looked red but did not shed tears.

It was clear in the mind of God how Grandma Ira took care of it with affection. Although the last few years the attitude of the Gods changed but the true affection in his heart for Grandma Ira never changed. Because after all Ira's grandmother was a very meaningful figure in her life. A figure who is always loyal accompanies the God. He who has cared for God since he was a baby, taught walking, eating, religious and ethical principles. Still have good memories with him.

Still recorded in the brain of the God of the last togetherness with Grandma Ira.

Unlike usual, that night Ira's grandmother came to the God in her room.

" Not slept yet, son?" greet Grandma Ira while approaching the God who is playing his phone on the bed.

" Tumben Nek, what's wrong? It's usually bedtime."

Grandma just smiled. His lips curved upwards between his wrinkled cheeks.

" Granny can ask for a massage, grandma's body really feels sore."

How does the grandmother tumben ask to be kneaded?

" Granny's sick?" The gods are worried about Ira's grandmother because Ira's grandmother has never complained like this.

" No, just a little bitchy. Once the peepers are sewn into you."

" Yes it's the god of incandescent." The god began to lightly knead Grandma's shoulder. There was a strange feeling that could not be interpreted when the God touched the body of old grandmother Ira. Suddenly comes the fear of loss. The god moved to massage the feet of Grandma Ira who lived bones covered in wrinkled skin. Not feeling his cheeks have been wet by a clear liquid that he had tried to hold in his fertilizer so as not to come out.

" Granny still remembers the first time we met you were a baby, very handsome. Your mother was very young at the time. Grandma was so happy that God sent you and your mother. Previously grandmother lived a kara without relatives or relatives. You've already considered your grandmother like a grandson. You are the answer to Grandmother's prayer. Actually grandma also objected when your mother decided to go make a living on such a path. But how else because of the forcing circumstances. Grandma knows you're angry and disappointed. But that's all your mother did for you." Ira's grandmother rubbed the clear liquid in her eyes.

" God, grandma please open the door of your heart to your mother. Do not let the anger and disappointment in your heart continue to burn. Your mother loves you very much, son. And grandma is sure deep down there's that feeling too. Make peace with your mother. Actually all this time even though you refused to meet and talk to him. Silent grandma often sends your photos and videos to reduce her longing."

The god was silent noiseless, still continuing to massage the feet of Grandma Ira or rather stroking because God could not bear to press the body part that was already fleshy. With all his might God tried to control the liquid in his fertilizer so as not to slide swiftly.

" Hufff." Ira's grandmother took her breath away.

" Already, already, thank you for going to massage grandma. It's the night grandma sleeps first huh, you also sleep don't stay up." Grandma left the room of God.

After Ira's grandmother died, God sobbed in her room. I don't know why Ira's grandmother's words are so hard on my heart. Suddenly there was a fear of loss in his heart.

At 4 a.m., God opened his eyes. She wakes up earlier than usual to prepare breakfast for Ira's grandmother. The god placed the Fajr prayer after finishing his cooking. Then opened all the windows and doors so that the cool morning air masuj into his house.

Strange, usually at this time grandma is awake. Is Grandma really sick?

Appears curious in the heart of the Gods.

I just wake up, let me pray first.

" Tok Tok tok." There is no authorization.

" grandmother..... Grandma."

" Czech." God opened the door to Grandma Ira's room.

Looks like Ira's grandmother is still asleep. The god approached the old body.

" Sir, pray first." while patting his feet softly last night he incandescent, but still no response and feel cold.

He saw a face full of wrinkles that was sticky, pale look.

" Deg deg deg deg deg." God's heart beats. Appearing cold sweat, his lips felt hard to move.

" Ne_ne nek.." God's voice faltered.

Without warning her tears kept flowing down the river. Trembling he touched the face that had been accompanying him all along. The God's Breath stung withstanding the roar in his heart.

" Ti_dak, ti_dak."

" Granny...!" The god shouted as fast as he could. Breaking the God's cry. He held her tightly to the lifeless body.

" Grandma,, grandma,, don't go grandma, don't go.." God's voice roared.

Not long after the neighbors around the house came to the house of God. Together they prepare all the necessities for the funeral of Ira's grandmother, turning the God's residence into a funeral home.

" Patience of the Gods, patience. Grandma Ira's gone, you have to let go. Don't cry like this." persuade one of the residents while clenching and patting God's shoulder.

" The sincere, the strong. Let's get the funeral ready soon. Don't get too grieved, pity Grandma Ira."

The gods tried to stop her crying. Repeatedly he took a deep breath until his crying subsided.

" Now call the closest relatives. You can, right?"

The god nodded his head. He strengthened his heart.

God tried to contact someone on his phone.

MOM, the name of the contact on the phone of God who has been 2 years ago he never touched.

There were actually doubts about contacting her mother. But it can not be denied and avoided that his closest relatives today are only his mother, the woman who has conceived and given birth to him.

Perhaps this is God's plan to begin to link the mother-child bond after a period of several years.

" Tuttt tutttt ..." the heart of God huddled waiting for his call to be connected.

" Hello." the voice of the woman on the other side called, who was none other than her mother.

" Ha hello." replied the God doubtfully.

" Is that God, son?" The Mother God sounded very happy to hear the voice of the child who had refused to talk to her.

" How are you? Healthy right? Bagaima_" The Godmother did not have time to finish her speech.

" Hurry home grandma dies." God said and immediately ended his call.