The Soulmate Must Meet

Episode 1 - Seeking Heaven in Mother's Heart

The sound of azan reverberating accompanied by the sound of car engines in the garage of the house, people preparing to work. Several voices were also heard from inside the house; water machines and door noises. Living in the city, people must always hurry, in order to seek sustenance because if not quickly it will miss cars and trains, late entry to the office means a pay cut will be greater. As for me, so lazy to get out of bed, both eyes staring at the ceiling of the room, my mind blank.

Suddenly, the door opened. The sound of shoe steps approached the door of the room, then silence. I looked at the door, but it was not open. The sound of the footsteps of the shoes rang out again, getting farther away, and quieter. I slowly raised my body, took my hand to tie my hair, then tied my long, black hair. I stepped closer to the bedroom door, my finger opened the door knob, then I stepped towards the living room.

“Mother!”

I was surprised my mother was lying on the sofa, her body was very weak, on the floor splattered with vomit. Almost every morning, my mother came home, and this was no stranger to me. Yeah, my mom's an alcoholic, she likes to go out at night, go where? He's always mad when I ask him about his disappearance at night.

“Bu, what happened?”

“Whispering!”

Mother's eyes glared, red and hateful looking at me. If it's like this, I can't say anything more. Better, I shut up, and clean up mom's vomit on the floor. I never knew what happened to Mom. Since childhood, I never knew what kind of mother figure, she always came home drunk.

Then, I went to the kitchen, took a mop and a bucket of water, I cleaned the floor, while mom tried to stand up, staggering into the room. All I hear is a door slam.

I never wanted to be an ungodly child, even though in reality, I never felt at home. I want to run away from this house, live free. However, I am still a teenage girl, who is about to graduate High School. In such a mother's condition, I would never be able to leave her alone, because, ever since I began to think, she was alone, without a husband. And I never knew where, and who my father was.

After the floor cleared, I immediately stepped towards the bathroom. The water this morning was cold, as cold as my mood. Loneliness has long attacked me, I don't know what will happen in the future, I never know.

Water drops wash all over the body, feeling increasingly cold. I cloud this cold, for a grown man must dare to resist discomfort. After everything was clean, I went to my room, took my face and prayer mats, and I bowed to God, asking for everything to be good and normal.

This heart screams when saying takbir, initiating dawn prayer. I gave everything that happened to me, I believed that God had a plan for my life. Life is a mystery, life is like a flower bud that will grow, no one knows, the bud will bloom or die.

And as I bowed down on the prayer mat, my heart grew more and more groaning, I did not know whether I had many sins, so God gave me suffering, or I was being tested by Him. All this time, I just wanted to find heaven in my mother's heart, a paradise that always gives peace and beauty to her children. Heaven that opens the way for his children to achieve a happiness of life.

“Hooek!”

There was a mother's voice coming from her room, she must have vomited again. Why do I have a mother who loves to get drunk? Why do I have a mother who often goes out at night and comes home early, why?

Braak!

Door slammed. I got up from my prayer, and approached the staggered mother stepping out of the room.

“Bu, rest...”.

“But... Mother's body is being unstable.”.

“I know what to do!”

“Bu..”.

“Hooek!”

Mother vomited again, and this time, her vomit gushed about the face I was still wearing. The pungent smell of alcohol pierced the nose. Mom's body collapsed, I immediately caught it. This morning, he must have been really bad. I need someone to look after her, there's no way I'm leaving her in this state.

I tried to take her to the bathroom, and after I got there, she vomited many times. Until finally, he fainted. Really, for a teenager like me, the behavior of a mother that is very contrary to the nature of a woman is a reflection that can make me mess up in the days. However, I did not want to make the wound of the mother gaping, by being a child who likes to drink too.

I tried to get Mom to bed, and then I put her in bed. I looked at the face of my mother who was fainting, as if she was smiling looking at me. I miss that smile, the smile that makes me happy, like most kids.

“Bu... why do we live in such a heavy situation?”

Of course there will never be an answer, slowly these tears trickle down. Tears of sadness, I can't bear this wound. And of course the mother's wounds, which were very painful. I know why you fucked up like this, I understand. For we are fellow women, and women can never stand alone without a man, as strong as a woman.

“Hhh....,” mother sagging, may already be aware of fainting.

“Bu..”.

Still no answer. While the sky was already starting to shine brightly, the morning sun was beginning to show its beauty. I was still staring at the mother lying on the bed with tears constantly dripping down. A mother's struggle is very hard, however, I can be as big as I am now because of mom's hard work. I don't know what to do, I still can't explain anything myself, and can't plan anything yet. I just wanted to graduate and get a job to help mom. Mother's face the more I see the shade, she is a beautiful woman, at her age is not young anymore, still looks beauty strokes.

“Bu... I love you so much, please don't hurt yourself with drunkenness.”

Sunlight, entering into the room from the air pentillation, the light touching mother's face, I saw the light from her face. Shining all over this room, tears were pouring out. A wounded woman.

“Bu, I promise. We will always be happy. Always happy..”.

My heart, really scream.