When the Orange Tassbih

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In front of the door I stood glued. My longing for my family was a little bit overshadowed by fear, when my mother was still on the edge of her ego.

Yes, he remains to his will. I was afraid that he would not understand me or deny the truth that I was about to tell.

I was afraid he thought that my divorce happened because I really wanted it.

Ahk, hopefully, my mother doesn't think so. I murmured in my heart as I knocked on the door with my heart pounding.

Huuf. His delegation exceeded the time in front of the classroom door, because it was too late.

Not long after. The door is open. And from the inside, my mother hysterically ambushed me with her embrace.

He kissed me while crying.

Strange, why is my mother acting like this. Not like before when me and my ex came here. I wondered in my heart.

"Mother, miss you so much, son!" he said, My mother, looking at me.

And I was lulled by a weeping, my Mother, until my tears were shed. This time, it was me who was hugging tightly, my Mother. Then I tell you about my longing and my apology if I can't be what I want.

"I'm sorry, Mother! Because your daughter can't match what, Mother, expect."

"Already, son. Don't you go back to talking again. Your mother is wrong."

"So, Mommy can understand me?"

"Sure, my son."

"Where, Dad, Mommy?"

"Your father is back in Papua. God willing the day after."

"Why go there, Mother?"

"Your father's freedom two weeks ago. Mr. Burhan, directly invite your father to help him handle his project in Papua."

"Where is my father, Mother?"

"Yes, Mother."

"Or you eat first, son!"

"Later on, I'm gonna take a shower."

It was afternoon apparently. Humm is comfortable in your own home.

Akh, I'd better meet you, my mother. I'd like to have a little chat, just to her house, Nadia.

"Mother, there's something important I want to say. But I really hope, Mother, I can understand it" said I beside, my Mother, who was tidying up the clothes that had just been lifted from the clothesline.

"No need, my son! Mother already knows and understands it very well" said my mother, without turning my head because she started ironing.

"Mother, already know what has happened to me and-

"Yes, Son. I already know," my mother interrupted my question, then stopped the ironing and looked at me.

I mute in wonder and bewilderment.Yes, what is meant, my Mother. I asked in my heart.

"You're divorced with, doni, right?! My mother continued to emphasize something that she already knew that that was what I wanted to say.

I still keep my head down. I dare not return a look, my Mother.

"There's no need to feel guilty, son, on, Mother. True, Mother, who must be blamed. So, Mother, please forgive me, yes, son!"

"Oh, no, Mother! Mother is innocent to me. I never blame you, Mother. That's why I tried to survive, but in the end I separated too. I can't take it anymore, Mother."

"Oh, son, your mother has wronged you. Sorry, Mother!" she said, My mother, tears in her eyes while embracing me.

"Please don't have any feelings, Mother, have wronged me. No, Mother!"

"Honestly, I cry every night, son. Since your marriage, I've always been haunted by guilt. And after a year of marriage you've passed. Even more guilt tormented me, I began to realize that I had taken away your teenage years. Especially