The Most Beautiful Miss

Flashback: Really?

"I'm sorry papa.." repeatedly he said it from his mouth.

"Dec... Bang... enter the room for a while, son.." mama wiped her tears and took off our embrace gently.

We hesitated to enter the room. Brother took my hand and our gazes clashed. Then strengthen each other with a tight hug. Brother rubbed my head. We deliberately didn't close the door, so we could run out if anything happened to Mama.

"Hmmmm... Uda... Uda.." the man started to open the conversation.

Uda it; 'branch' in Minang language.

"I'm sorry papa...."

"I'm sorry I won't bring things back, Uda.." Mama walked up to the man. Standing right beside him.

We tried to peek inside the room.

"Huuuh" mama let out a long sigh.

"Maaa.." the man started grabbing my mom's hand.

And mom pulled her hand.

"I'm sorry." the umpteenth time I said that word.

Mama looked sharply at him. "Lisa said, sorry don't bring back our happiness.I'm sorry I didn't bring things back and didn't put a smile back on my kids' faces."

"You know an apology can't make up for all Uda's fault... Uda's apologies won't make the wound in your heart heal... Uda's apology will not allow children to return to the happy childhood that Uda took away... I'm sorry Uda won't be able to make up for every tear drop that falls off your cheeks and children's cheeks." she shed tears so hard.

"Why are you back now?" mom threw a look out the window.

He hugged my mom from behind. But my mother dodged and stepped to the left. The man noticed my mother's rejection and took a deep breath.

"There can't be this longing feeling anymore... At least we can see this house full of our memories for the release of longing..."

"Hindu? Oh after six new years now can't be damned?" mom folded both hands on her chest. And occasionally look annoyed at the man.

"You think Uda's all right? Every day Uda misses you... But the disappointment because you returned to the village makes the longing always Uda throw away and always kill the feeling of longing.."

"I'm always here..."

"Even when my children and I were rejected and expelled by your mother, I never held a grudge..."

I caught a confused expression on the man's face.

He raised his thick eyebrows. "Huh? Expelled?" his question was full of shock and wonder.

"Yes, so many times I and the kids went to your house, sometimes once we got to the yard, we heard the sound of a door slam. We recognize that rejection. But because of this stomach that was so hungry, I endured all my shame and pride. I didn't expect to be given rice for me, but enough for them... They are your flesh and blood. They're the grandchildren of Mom and Dad..."

The man was dumbfounded and looked more and more full of wonder and wanted to know.

"They're not wrong, even if something goes wrong, it's my fault." Mama cried sobbing and all cheeks wet with tears.

The man bowed lethargic. Full of guilt. And it seems like anger too. Because I saw the man clenching both his hands.

The man was only able to look at his mother and back down.

"Color... For you are my Imam... That's what I got from Hajj sir. Every day I was given advice, Haji sir and his family always guide my religion, my morality, many studies that I follow with them.. A lot of upbringing about the religion they gave me and the kids"

"I chose to go through all this suffering because I remember your last message.." Mama looked at the man's face.

"Wait for me here... I'll come back and pick you up" Mama tried to repeat the man's last sentence before leaving six years ago.

"How could I go? If my husband told me to wait and stay here????" tears kept pouring down my greatest woman's cheeks.

I started to step out of the room, but the Khalif bang held my hand. And asked me to stay there.

"really... Uda doesn't know that Uda's family is being rude to you...."

The man pulled his hand over his face.

"Hit Uda.... Hit Uda as much as you can... It's Uda's fault... Uda wasted you.." the man cried so much and continued to smash his hand into his face.

"You know this punch is not worth the pain you feel... Hit Uda as hard as you can...."

Mama was crying. I am not strong with what I hear. I ran out and tried to hug my mom. Brother followed me behind. We hugged my mother with all our might and cried.

The man knelt before us. Grab my hand and brother's hand. Banging our hands on his face. I still don't care about the blow, I just don't want my mom to cry.

"I'm sorry papaaaa.." she knelt down and tried to touch my mom's feet.

Mom touched the man's arm and asked him to stand up.

"No need. This is not necessary.." cried mama with all her might.

The man stood up and hugged the three of us. He kissed my mother's head, continued to kiss my head and brother's head alternately.

"Papa will redeem everything.... Papa promises to make you happy and give you back everything you lost..."

"Papa promised to treat you well..."

"Papa promises to heal all wounds in your body and in your heart... Papaa...."

"Father promise...."

It was unceasing that the man kissed us in turn.

We were dissolved in tears and the circumstances of the day. I feel comfortable and warm in the arms of a whole family.

Love and love defeat logic. A wife's sense of loyalty and devotion is able to forgive all the mistakes of the husband. Well, being able to forgive all. My mother forgave everything I did. Mom gave her a second chance.

Oh Allah....

Should we take it again...?