When Kalbu Tells a Story

10. Harmony

One day I was at home not doing the usual activities, now I do not do the preparation to go to school, do not prepare the subjects today, do not prepare the subjects today, anyway my days are like a dark cloud that the sun will never rise again, yes - that's how I feel, I can only stare at the thick books that I should now study with friends, but time forced me to study at home.

This is how I am now filled with anger but can not vent it, many complaints but I can not say. It feels like when I say my complaints to others, I feel like the most desperate person, which is why I am trying not to show my complaints to others.

"I must be passionate, I must not lose to people who both come from the ground. So why should I complain, complaining will make your situation worse" I told myself.

When adversity tries to destroy my spirit in the soul, I try to revive it by encouraging myself, by trusting myself, that I can get through all this.

Because I believe that if we believe in ourselves, then we slowly make others believe in us, similarly, when we like ourselves, others will like us even if only partially. Because we cannot force others to like us or to love us, because there will be times when they hate us when they already feel indifferent to us.

If we talk about the care of others, I think of my little friend who has now moved home to the city. He's the little friend I've defeated in a game of marbles, even he's been crying because of the marbles he's collected a lot-ludes I exterminated. But behind my ignorance, my greatness in playing marbles, he never got angry or back to judge me. Even he cares so much about me, he always protects from the bad boys who always disturb my calm, I so miss the crybaby guy. How's things? Is he still a crybaby? Is he still spoiled? Is he growing well? Did he grow up to be a strong man? I haven't heard his name in a long time, let alone his voice I'm sure I'll never be able to recognize him. The man had not been in the shadow of my imagination for a long time, though the shadow of his small face I was very grateful to be able to greet him in my imagination.

"Based on the crybaby, why aren't you doing any news? Have you forgotten me? Or even you have swallowed the earth! Oh, my God, Kalbu! You don't say that. What if he is still alive? Why can you think recklessly Kalbu?"

I'm like a crazy person talking alone, I'm like a man who misses his girlfriend when it's just his childhood best friend.  The word mother of childhood friends is sometimes more effective, childhood friends sometimes know more about what we used to be, and childhood friends like to remind us of memories in those times of innocence. So childhood friends can be our assets to share stories in those days, can also repeat memories together in those times of innocence. So that we do not easily forget how beautiful the childhood life is, how beautiful it is when the problems we do not know and have not thought much deeper.

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As I sat pensively on my bed, my mother entered the room with a slightly sad face.

Mom came up to me, "Kalbu, "

"Mom, I thought you went to the river." Look at me.

"No boy! Today I don't go to the river, I want to rest first while accompanying you."

"Just Kalbu will go with mom to the river, but not because her mother did not go."

"Mother deliberately did not go to the river, because I knew that you would force me to go there. "

"Ep.... I'm so, "great me.

"Starting again his face in the ugly, "sweet mother rattled my hair.

"Ah, my hair, "hold me tightly, "Thank you, ma'am! Comfort me already. "

"Yes, mother's favorite, "the kiss of the forehead is given by the mother.

"Oh, than you are sad! What if we go to the market we keep cooking together. "

"Was mommy got money?"

"Alhamdulillah there is a dear, mother sold out the sand yesterday, and the price is very enough to buy food in the market."

I held my mother's hand, "My mother, baby, rather than us going to the market, mending us shopping at the stall just more sparing."

"You want to make you happy, so you don't keep pensive because of your problems at school. "

"Mothers know, if the market in our village is far and past my school, then there I am more sad when passing through it. "

"Yes, I will follow your will. "

"Okay, let's go!" take me with pleasure.

I was so close to my mother, the mother who always made me laugh when sad came, she always gave me a glimmer of light when the dark came. Mother who is able to cool the heart that is heating up with anger, mother is always a guide in the way when I turn wrong, I do not know if life without a mother I will be like what? How grateful I am to the Lord who has given me the opportunity to caress his face, look him in the eye, hug him, and kiss him.

"Again and again you look at mom like that, "

"Eh... The look again, "

Mom just shook her head while shaping her lips with a smile. Enter us in a small shop Bu Karsih, our subscription shop that is not far from home, Bu Karsih a very kind shop owner, he often gives free vegetables.

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After shopping and arriving at home my mother and I cooked together, we cooked a simple food that we used to eat, namely, tempeh, tofu, vegetable sour, salted fish and sambal terasi. Whatever our food today is to be grateful for, because the more we are grateful for the grace of God, the greater will be the gift of God that will be obtained.

"Where's the cooking mom?"

"It's delicious, because we made it together" replied my mother with a smile.

"Yes dong must be good."

"Mom, "

"What son?"

"When don't you take the sand anymore? I really can't bear to see Mom. "

She asked, "When did you stop asking the same thing?"

"Kok mom asked me, "my complaint.

"You should already know the answer I'm going to give you, that your answer will remain the same. "

"I know the answer will be the same, but this time I want to get a different answer, I really can't bear to see mom continue to work hard like that, because taking sand is a rough job that women should not do. "

"Oh, so the reason is because this mother is a woman, you forbid the mother to work to take sand."

"No ma'am, that's not what it means. "

"What do you mean?"

"I mean Kalbu, even though the male mother Kalbu will still forbid the mother to take sand, Kalbu does not want the parents of Kalbu continue to be exhausted because of work too hard. "

"Son! Listen to good mother, we live on God's earth is not easy, sometimes we have to work hard to get a decent life, he said, sometimes we have to work hard to get honor from others. "

"Isn't it an honor we'll get not from hard work mom? It is from our conduct that we bring honor itself. "

"Yes, what you said is true! But one's behavior is sometimes ignored, while the hard work of getting something is more acknowledged than anything else. Because they see something more often than we have, then try and work hard to get all your desires so that you are respected and appreciated. "

"Good ma'am, Kalbu will work hard to make mom happy and raise her degree."

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