A WRAPPER
Afternoon shade. My husband came for lunch and noon prayers. His job teaching at one university with a hectic schedule. One day, full. Although only two or three days a week, has made him sometimes a little tired. However, there is little knowledge sharing for one another, is a mission for him.
As he said good-bye at the door, he handed a gift to me. "There is a sheath of the faculty, for you alone", he said. Then, with gratitude blindly, the package was in my hands. I open the glove box. I mean sarong. Without realizing it I say: "Wow!" The color is wonderful. "This means to me".
Conscious of my own words, for a moment I was stunned. Sentence: "That is for my sarong", certainly a true statement. But, in fact I said absently. Yes, this glove is for me. Therefore, the first person who often kuhadiahi glove, is now gone.
Throughout the life of my household is close to twenty years. My recollection, I never bought a sarungpun. Even so, I have a lot of gloves. Glove is a glove-giving relatives companion taulan. Sometimes my birthday or husband. Most often, as Eid gifts like gloves black white yellow stripes motif that is in front of me, at this time.
Kegemaranku color. So, there's nothing wrong with saying, "this means for my glove." Because, if the color is not right for me. Or think, if it is suitable for older people, usually will kuhadiahi on my mother-in-law. But now, suitable or not for me, likely will remain for me. Except for when I wanted to give others. Devotion for the second-in-law, has completely ended.
Suddenly. There is a sense of sadness that my throat tightened at the end. I remember, mother-in-law who suffered from diseases osteophorosis and uric acid which makes it suffered a hip fracture. At least, that's the verdict of the doctor. To be sure, the mother could not stand let alone walk past three years. We, in turn ten child care for her daughter. I own so much to learn from the experience of the mother-in-law take care of this. Especially learn about the meaning of love. Sincerity and patience.
However, if there are people most guilty of the loss of her mother, would have been me. I can not do anything about it, when some people came to take her son to return home and settle there. Although the time to whisper in her ear that I and my husband would pick him up again before this Ramadan. I did come to him ahead of Ramadan, but not to pick him up, but the main purpose for a another job. Presumably, the job to pursue a career to be the main reason for me to give mothers on child care and other law.
In fact. I feel happy to live with my mother. I diligently hear the story about the past. Until I memorized some names fellow mom friends at school Batangtoru Student Park, circa the 40s. Among Mr. Prostration, Doctor Earlier, Mr Zulkifli and many more that I know none. On his father's curly-haired and bespectacled, is part of a happy childhood. I also diligently give prizes. Yes, in the form of gloves, reading books, or tapes and VCDs of songs El-Syuraya, dangdut songs from Megi Z etc..
Make no mistake. Although the mother was 74 years. He diligently studied. Beberpa often ask me about the modern term now. For example, the word "nepotism, franchise, spare parts," and other terms that are often heard on television.
I fully believe that death is in the hands of God. And, the task of the nurse, physician, not to postpone death. Rather it makes life better quality, by giving a sense of comfort and happiness for his patients.
I get up from my reverie and walked into the room, gift store at the crease glove glove glove-other existing in the closet. I closed the closet door by turning the key. Although the tomb mound of earth mothers have been closed exactly 40 days today. My heart will always be open for him. I began to follow his habit to read the Qur'an after each prayer. Expands smile will remain present in the lids of my eyes. Forever!
I acknowledge that my main career is caring for her children and grandchildren. Advocates of my career let flow slowly. It was okay. Maybe it is the case. After all, as the proverb: 'Never catch two rabbits at once in one hunt ". And thus may have been his nature. That life is like hiding in a wrapper. Pulled up looking legs, pulled down looking head. (Asmanidar)
As he said good-bye at the door, he handed a gift to me. "There is a sheath of the faculty, for you alone", he said. Then, with gratitude blindly, the package was in my hands. I open the glove box. I mean sarong. Without realizing it I say: "Wow!" The color is wonderful. "This means to me".
Conscious of my own words, for a moment I was stunned. Sentence: "That is for my sarong", certainly a true statement. But, in fact I said absently. Yes, this glove is for me. Therefore, the first person who often kuhadiahi glove, is now gone.
Throughout the life of my household is close to twenty years. My recollection, I never bought a sarungpun. Even so, I have a lot of gloves. Glove is a glove-giving relatives companion taulan. Sometimes my birthday or husband. Most often, as Eid gifts like gloves black white yellow stripes motif that is in front of me, at this time.
Kegemaranku color. So, there's nothing wrong with saying, "this means for my glove." Because, if the color is not right for me. Or think, if it is suitable for older people, usually will kuhadiahi on my mother-in-law. But now, suitable or not for me, likely will remain for me. Except for when I wanted to give others. Devotion for the second-in-law, has completely ended.
Suddenly. There is a sense of sadness that my throat tightened at the end. I remember, mother-in-law who suffered from diseases osteophorosis and uric acid which makes it suffered a hip fracture. At least, that's the verdict of the doctor. To be sure, the mother could not stand let alone walk past three years. We, in turn ten child care for her daughter. I own so much to learn from the experience of the mother-in-law take care of this. Especially learn about the meaning of love. Sincerity and patience.
However, if there are people most guilty of the loss of her mother, would have been me. I can not do anything about it, when some people came to take her son to return home and settle there. Although the time to whisper in her ear that I and my husband would pick him up again before this Ramadan. I did come to him ahead of Ramadan, but not to pick him up, but the main purpose for a another job. Presumably, the job to pursue a career to be the main reason for me to give mothers on child care and other law.
In fact. I feel happy to live with my mother. I diligently hear the story about the past. Until I memorized some names fellow mom friends at school Batangtoru Student Park, circa the 40s. Among Mr. Prostration, Doctor Earlier, Mr Zulkifli and many more that I know none. On his father's curly-haired and bespectacled, is part of a happy childhood. I also diligently give prizes. Yes, in the form of gloves, reading books, or tapes and VCDs of songs El-Syuraya, dangdut songs from Megi Z etc..
Make no mistake. Although the mother was 74 years. He diligently studied. Beberpa often ask me about the modern term now. For example, the word "nepotism, franchise, spare parts," and other terms that are often heard on television.
I fully believe that death is in the hands of God. And, the task of the nurse, physician, not to postpone death. Rather it makes life better quality, by giving a sense of comfort and happiness for his patients.
I get up from my reverie and walked into the room, gift store at the crease glove glove glove-other existing in the closet. I closed the closet door by turning the key. Although the tomb mound of earth mothers have been closed exactly 40 days today. My heart will always be open for him. I began to follow his habit to read the Qur'an after each prayer. Expands smile will remain present in the lids of my eyes. Forever!
I acknowledge that my main career is caring for her children and grandchildren. Advocates of my career let flow slowly. It was okay. Maybe it is the case. After all, as the proverb: 'Never catch two rabbits at once in one hunt ". And thus may have been his nature. That life is like hiding in a wrapper. Pulled up looking legs, pulled down looking head. (Asmanidar)
