TRAVELLER LOVE

A Race Without Spirit

It was as if my world had stopped at that moment. All dark, grandmother's departure for ever made me even more distrustful of the meaning of happiness. I just tasted a little, but lost changed the wound lost terribly.

Samar heard sobs from the man who came to defend his condolences. The more I could not open my eyes, the more this heart ached. Only the tight grip of my husband's hand can strengthen me.

slowly I opened my eyes.I saw a sosoj that was stiff in front of me.

" grandmother, wake up grandma!! don't leave me!!"

" zahra, you have to be strong baby.I'm sure grandma will get the best place on his side." said Angkasa trying to strengthen me.

Next to me sat a woman with a fashionable look, which I just saw this time...

" maa.. forgive Arini" I heard his voice.

"mama?" hearing the woman say the word mama.my mind melanglangbuana... will he be the figure I have been looking for all this time?? ahhh impossible.he looks like a classy woman.

" sorry sir, ma'am, the body of the deceased will be bathed immediately" said the president surprised me.

" well sir" said my husband.

" i want to help bathe Grandma Mas" I told Angkasa.

" iyya dear.but you must be strong well!" I just replied with a nod.

At the place where I and some women were about to bathe the body of Grandma, I looked back at the woman.I wondered more and more.but I thought maybe now was not the time to think about all that. Slowly I grabbed my grandmother's hand, I washed it with water. This is the hand that has been giving me strength, love.This is the hand that has been working hard to meet all my needs. This is the hand that has been holding me in my time when I was troubled. This is the hand of the mighty woman who is able to fight for me. My tears do not stop dripping, maybe this is the last time I can hold it. it does not feel like Grandma's body has been bathed and pardoned.

I was increasingly not strong to see the scene.it is time to deliver the body of the grandmother to her final resting.My body seemed to die at that time. My chest was blowing, crying for the sake of crying I could not bear.

"your strong dear. pray for the best for grandma" my husband strengthened me again.

" i don't have anyone else"

"grandmother... huuuuhuuhu" my cry broke again.want it felt like I was struggling at the cemetery.I could not see Grandma's body inserted into the burrow.My vision was blackened again and.buuuukkk.. I collapsed unconscious..

" zahra, dearly aware. "I heard my husband's voice. I forced these eyes to open.

" mas, "I call him slow.

" thank God you're sober, baby"

"drink first" my husband said

I grabbed a glass filled with water and I drank a sip.

"forgive me dear mama!" I heard from the side.I was shocked and looked at her...

" sorry whose mom??" I said very curious.

" i am arini, the mother who gave birth to you zahra" those words were like bombs exploding right in the recesses of my deepest heart.

"mother???" I said I don't believe.

" i am your mother, baby!"

hearing her words, I grew increasingly confused.I wanted to feel like I was talking to this woman in front of me. a mother who was willing to leave her baby daughter. but I feel his presence is not right at this time.I am very disappointed to see him even though my shady is blowing but I also hate him. I do not know what feelings I have at this time..

slowly he approached me and hugged me.

"huuuuhuuu. forgive mom son! mother did yell at you "he said with a cry. I just let her hold me, somehow my hands are still stiff to return her embrace....

right now I'm like an undead, numb. . . I can't describe myself right now. . What I have in mind right now is being able to get through life without a grandmother, ? and can I accept the figure who blinked eyes present and claimed to be my real mother????