When Kalbu Tells a Story

15. Stay Trace

...I am not worried about being hated by men, who I worry about when I am hated by my own God. ...

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Now there is a trace of the grief they gave me and my mother, those who have scorned me, those who do not want to hear every truth. I would rather die on the truth than I should die on the suffering of others and on the hatred of others.

They have been deceived by the words of someone who is superior about me, whether they have dared to destroy all my honor in the eyes of everyone. Maybe that person hated me so much, that they had been deceived by someone who had told me this sad story for my life.

There is not a sad story that God wrote, in fact a sad story is written from the hand of man himself. While my faith is still in my soul to change this story, I still believe in myself to correct this story, it's not that I'm going to change the course that's been laid out for me and my mom. I just want to change the story, I want to change my fate.

Living in this world is not easy like an imaginary world, which is free to think about what we want easily. But this is the real world, we have to live with the struggle and sacrifice to achieve what we had hoped for.

Facing the world like a boat that is floating in the middle of the ocean, which still does not know what its fate will be like, what it will be, will it sink from the mighty waves or be free from the raging waves - all only God knows, this life is a secret - we cannot guess or guess, life is a goal - a goal that we will choose whether it is good or bad. Without a purpose we will never know where to stop, without a purpose in life we will look worried and very confusing. Therefore make this life a destination not just an option, so that we know which place to go and will give us a good and peace.

"Son!" Mom holds my shoulder.

"I... Yes, mom!"

"Why did you notice you kept daydreaming?" ask my mother wonder.

"I still think about what happened this morning ma'am, why is there still someone who exaggerates my story? Why are they so easy to believe in him who speaks not according to the facts? That's how they were to me, mom?"

"AstagfiraAllah, you must not say that they are cruel, "Mother scolded me, it seems that I misquired and spoke, "Son, her name must have lived like this, not all flowers spread fragrance, not all flowers spread fragrance, not all humans spread kindness. So, you should be able to forgive them even if you are right. I'm sure that someday they'll regret what they did to you, and I'm sure those who hate you will apologize to you soon. "

"When will I endure this patience, ma'am?"

"Until anytime you have patience, because of that patience we can learn and know the meaning of tough. You should be proud of yourself, because of that patience you can hold your anger. And you must also know, for patience is also that you can be closer to God."

Hugged me, I couldn't say anything - my mouth was locked without picking when my mother started saying take out her hokage style.

"From your daydreaming, mending you follow the mother to take the sand, "my mother's death appeal.

"Come on!" without a second thought, I agreed to mother's invitation.

"Ok, I'll get the tools in the kitchen, "

After the Dzuhur prayer we intend to go to the river, mother deliberately took me with her so that I would not be too troubled to think about the incident this morning. Maybe if I go there, my sadness will drift along with the slow flowing river. After that I opened the door - I was shocked by someone's arrival.

"You people! Why are you here?" ask them.

"Before you ask a question, let us say hello first. "

"Assalamualaikum, my friend"

"Wa'alaikumsalam" My day, they are Maryam and Laela, I never thought that they would come to see me after these few days we did not chat. Maybe they just wanted to knock on my door, I went out first and saw that they were already in front of my humble home.

There's a wedge in their faces, I don't know what they want to say, I don't want to guess too much, because I'm worried that my guess is just a false hope.

"What are you guys hiding?" my question is in my heart.

"AstagfiraAllah, forgive me! Come inside!" tell me, the mother who saw me shook her head.

"You are, son! Sampe forgot not to tell your friend to come in." continued my mother.

"Eh... Healthy mom?" Laela and Maryam kissed my mother's hand.

"Alhamdulillah healthy mother, you kumaha damang?"

"Alhamdulillah, damang, "answer the two in a compact manner.

I told them to sit on the mat, while I went to the kitchen to get a drink. And in the end my mother and I didn't go to the river, we couldn't possibly leave guests in our house.

"Sorry, I can only give you water,"

"You are Kalbu, like everyone else, "

I just smiled after they said that, we slowly talked to each other, comforting each other. We let go of the longing, and in the end the speaker to the point has arrived.

"Kal, actually we came here to say something, "

"Something? Was it? I thought from the beginning you were hiding something from me. "

"You're clever, you can guess what we're thinking" Laela said.

"I'm serious, Laela!"

"Okay, we're serious about you, too. "

"Yes, what do you want to tell me? I hope what you're going to say is good. "

The situation in my house is getting gripping, like a horror film that has been aired on television. I was really so exaggerated, when facing my two friends who were getting serious.

Laela surprised me, "Woy, daydreaming bae! Bae-bae to sambet. "

"Ih, you're Laela! Ngagetin. "

"In the end, ari you just daydream tea. " said Maryam, "Why the hell are you? Calm even though mah, no need to install a tense face like that. " Marya approached her face to mine.

I turned away, "Maryam, I'm like this because of you, I'm afraid you're gonna bring me some bad news. "

Haha.....

"So, you both laughed!"my pouting.

" Finally, you have said what you wanted to say to me for a long time. So, I'm getting-dag dig dug jer... "

Maryam ruffled my hair as she poked at me, "Our youngest son is stubborn, after all!"