The Sound of Tears

Morning mentari

Introduce my name is Shella, I am the eldest of two children. Currently I am still sitting in the 1st grade of state Junior High School in Padang City, Padang, and the little girl who was busy playing in the rice field was my sister named Ayu. she was only in 5th grade Elementary. We were born into a small, modest family, my father worked as a construction worker, while my mother was a farmer. We live in a small house on the edge of the rice field area, not even infrequently who say that our house is like a hut reot. Although our lives are very simple but we are very proud to have parents like father and mother, they are the best parents and love their children very much. One day when the report card was distributed in school, I was ranked second, while my sister was ranked first. We were happy to meet the mother who was cleaning the rice fields.

"Mom.. " Seru Ayu swiftly traced the rice fields.

"Mother here son, what's wrong? how was your test result yesterday?" Ask mom while cleaning the tank.

"this ma'am.. " Ayu gave her report card while smiling happily to mother.

" Thank God, congratulations son." she smiled proudly and stroked the little girl's head.

"And this is the result of Shella ma'am's test" I don't want to lose to ayu to immediately show the report to mother.

"Thank God for giving me smart children" said the mother, embracing us.

Not long after that, we went home soon. Upon arrival at home mom told us to change clothes, while the mother was cleaning her body then continued cooking our favorite food, fried rice rendang as a gift for our achievements.

"Mom.. Can shella help mom?" ask my mother who is busy cutting cooking ingredients.

"No son, you just wait inside. soon your father will come home, the city will eat together"

"Alright ma'am.. Shella prepare the same plate just mom" I want to help mom.

Every now and then I see my mother coughing and stroking her chest. 'mom's love, don't let me know why - God, I don't want my mother to hurt anymore' I murmured in my heart, because my mother has a history of pneumonia since the last 7 years. I can't imagine what my life would be like without my mother.

"Assalamualaikum" not long after that, I went home.

"yes son.. Where is your mother?"ask the man while walking towards the kitchen

"Wah... very fragrant.tumben mom cook fried rice rendang, what is this thing? you get hungry" said the father while teasing the mother who was cool with his cooking.

" Aiihh. Don't be flirtatious sir, take a quick shower there" replied the mother with a smile.

Shortly after, the food was served, and we were happy to enjoy the mother's delicious and special dishes.

"From yesterday I wondered what was the matter of suddenly cooking fried rice rendang, what is the good news?" ask our father after eating together in the afternoon.

"there is an important thing sir, our children get good grades in their school, Ayu can win first, while Shella gets second place" replied the mother with a happy smiling face.

"Alhamdulillah.... You are happy to hear it" said the father while hugging us.

Day by day passed..

month after month changed..

Suddenly our happiness turned slowly into tears, because the old disease relapsed, the mother had to be taken to the doctor and treated until she recovered. While the father is busy looking for fees for maternal care during the hospital.

The disease of pneumonia of the mother is currently difficult to cure, her chest feels tight and the mother's body is now starting to thin. My sister and I took care of my mother in the hospital. It is heartbroken to see the mother lying weakly on the patient's mattress, and there are seen some tools to control the health of the mother.. "Mom. I love mom, you have to be strong mom" I said at the time while peeping at my mother's forehead.