the story of my life journey

2. now my father has disappeared forever.

once I get to Mom's place ,

mom may not be an entrepreneur if you don't come home .

maybe you think you didn't hear me call him.

at that time the mother could not immediately go to the garden, there was still work in the rice field.

a few days later we went to the garden.

take the angkot but the angkot does not directly arrive at the place.

we got down from the angkot and sat in front of people's houses.

not long after that came the car and stopped in front of us it turned out he was our saudra.

and the aunt called my mother and asked where your husband was at.

my husband is in the garden, said my mother.

at the feet of hearing your husband is dead is that true?

the mother immediately turned pale and limp helpless, almost fainting.

let's go to your garden first said that this is just an issue.

we were immediately invited to go to the garden.

arriving in the garden we screamed and shouted calling the father.

and again there was no sound at all.

finally we were taken to the place where Grandma got there Grandma cried my son why you left us should have been me who used to go.

we were crying because we didn't know where Dad's body was ,

I was told to pick up my sister who was working in someone's house as a housekeeper .

I told him straight away that dad had died he was limp and striped.

but it's not so sad with me because I haven't seen the father's body maybe.

my brother was surprised to see that I didn't take off much, maybe he thought I was lying that you were dead.

arriving at my mother's place, my brother, wonder why there are no jenajah and no rame kinsmen.

after our saudra searched here and there, it turned out that my father had finally been buried in my father's public grave after a week in the cemetery.

we could not see the father one last time we could only see his grave again.

in our deepest recesses we are heartbroken.

why was it so cruel to torture my father, the innocent

why did they kill my father ?

and torment my father ?

how sadistic it was against us.

do they not know the child left behind like us still need the love of a father, he said,

god, why are you so cruel to us?

o Allah, is this your destiny for our family.

now sometimes I imagine it before you go to the garden with me.

I swept the house that was on the broom and washed the dishes that the dishes had been washed.

maybe you always want to be in my memory.

sometimes I also remember that 500 bucks dad!! why did you leave us so soon?

god placed my father in your paradise and laid his grave.

when my father left us for good I was still in the 5th grade my youngest brother in the 2nd grade .

actually we are brothers there are ten

four already deceased lived six four girls two guys.

after the father of the deceased who often accompanied the mother to the garden was just me.

yang laen doesn't know where to forget me.

now the mother is also often sick sometimes I rarely go to school to accompany the mother to the garden. luckily my teacher is all good and graduated me from school thanks to my beloved teacher your services will always remember.