December 22nd

Mentari has published the light from my glass window in the morning of the 22nd of December 2015 that marks how beautiful this morning, I heard from behind the door of my room there was a voice, yes it was my mother's voice, she woke me in a soft, gentle tone, from my bedroom and approached my mother, I asked, "mother is mother made porridge?"
Then my mother answered slowly "not yet"
"You chalk here and make the mother porridge mother hungry"

Incidentally that day was a holiday then I quickly rushed to the kitchen and make my mother porridge and cook hot water for my mother to bathe later.

For a long time I was cooking porridge finally porridge showed maturity, immediately I took a plate to pour a few spoon of porridge into my mother's plate, do not forget the white water that accompanied her.



As my mother ate, I rushed to prepare the water I had cooked, I prepared until warm nails, finished my mother eat then I hold my mother to the bathroom and bath it, while memandikanya I feel sad, while kupertanyaakan in my heart 'god why this heavy trials you give my mom',

After all the sleek and tidy I was carrying my mother back to the bedroom, when finished bathing like this I never leave it alone, I always get used to massage his hands and feet until he feels sleepy and sleeping, in his sleep I look him in the eye, sobguh sliced ​​my heart , the people I care about so far he always gives me everything I want, and he often kumarahi when the cooking that he made not to my taste, now he is right in front of me with a weak state of helpless.

Now the sun that had been glowing along the shelf slowly disappeared in the sunset, the afternoon came, I heard a loud scream and a great cry, yes it was my mother, I ran to the middle room, hugged my mother and she returned my hug and occasionally stamped my arms in pain, crying and I can not bear to see it, slowly tears my tears fell, I cry as if joining the pain felt by my mother. I cried while saying "please mother calm mother patiently all surely there will be the path of mother hold ya bu"

For 2 years my mother was staying at breast cancer right at 7:00 on 22 December 2015 on mother's day, my mother breathed her last in my father's lap, I cried while holding my mother's legs in my head saying 'god why do you take him for granted, god is not do you know all the sins I have not been able to redeem to my mother, do not you know today's mother's day and have not spoken at all word of survival on my lips for my mother ', now he has gone left us all