A sad story that makes the reader tear

The journey home from the showroom by guiding the new train gives a very revered experience. The smell of the inside and the plastic package still exists, it is enough to tell that the dream of years to have a great train has come true.

Arriving at home, the train parked in garaj with caution, of course a little calar will mengguris joy that is being enjoyed now. Wives, children including their housemaids do not know how many times they go around looking from different angles and praising and mentioning the same things over and over again. Her three-year-old child seemed more admirable with the inexhaustible out of the train.

That night, before going to bed also sit in the guide and look again at the train before the valve. Perhaps his sleep was also dreaming of a new train with color dying.

Tomorrow, he wakes up cheerfully, rushes to breakfast and reaches the bimbit to the officials. Comrades already know, and today: Surprise! Once the design.

But when he comes to his chariot there is something that is really up. He found around the chariot there were calars with scratches. A few moments he was just stunned standing stunned spit.
Beg bimbit apart from the grip and the face felt hot and wasted kem landing burning chest.

Spontaneous comes in mind the face of a child who really likes to menconteng serata wall. Just kelmarin he bought a box of colored pencils and paper painting to overcome the character of menconteng.

"Brother, come here!" He screamed strongly for his son, his breath caught in the flames of anger. "This slave was taught," his heart caught, dare his son scratch his new wagon.

The child is frightened like a shriek bird that is shivering in the rain. Without distracting with the angry flow of the father's hard dammed hit his son in the body while his mouth was not already-already scattering anger. This little boy just roared and cried but inwardly guilt over what he had done.

Father's anger still has not subsided and then took the iron razor and held the child's hand. The ruler was blended into the hands of the child while his father said, "This is your dad's nak ajar!"

He kept repeating it over and over again. Even if not rumored by his wife may be even more worse son. Her son was patted in the housekeeper's hand with a sob and tears decomposed.

"Where's the color dyeer my father bought last night?" snapped my father as he searched for the newly purchased color pen. The father snatched it and dumped it in the train.

The morning is very moody for children, very perit for the father. Dad got in the train, banged the door, pressed the oil pedal and drove away without turning. His mother also only had a moment to be forced to hurry for business far out of the area.
Stay with this child with tears in his eyes, sobs, tears and pain.

Father who was still angry and unable to forgive his son kept carrying the train to the garage and he was just out all day. Be temporarily covered to return home.

In the afternoon, the guidance phone rang, lazily he picked up because he knew it was a call from his home.

"Father, do I need to make?" Brother cried and his fever was very strong. " Adu the house maid at the end of the online game in the wrong grain.
'Let him, I teach him enough-enough!' He angrily continued to turn off his guidance phone.

That night, Dad did not come home. But as the night passes the bimbit phone beeps rather than a number he does not know. He picked it up. Very surprisingly the call from a hospital asked him to come immediately. Without interruption, he went to the hospital.

He found his wife to be there. The house maid who rushed to bring this child to the hospital also came along with a sugul face mixed with guilt. He kept going to see his doctor to know the condition of his son. What a pity if he was asked to sign a plea for surgery to cut his child's wrist ..

"All of his nerves have been broken and bacteria have entered the bone marrow, we have no choice but to cut him off to save this child's life." Clear doctoral with x-ray images and other full analysis on the table. With a heavy heart he lowered his signature.
"What unfortunate day is this ..." she cried out with an irresistible regret in her child's fate.

The father looked sympathetically at the comeliness of his son who had been lying down after a long surgery. He was not sure what the right feeling was. Passionate guilt, pity the little guy, stupid action, regret, sympathy and everything is not clear but one that is clear is the child's hand has been hooded.

When the child is conscious, he sees his father and mother on the side. She cried while begging for forgiveness.
"Dad ... Forgive sister, sister promise will not scratch the father train again."

"Daddy please get rid of the color of the younger sister... The little sister painting," the child growled in a high-pitched begging for his father's sympathy.
His father's tongue, only warm tears flowing and inside the chest laden with a feeling of regret. He could only stare at the face of his still-crying child.
But then when this child is circulating about his crippled hand, then he said in kesayuan,

"Daddy, sister's hand was not there, sister dah not be able to paint again, if bigger sister later dahana nawa keep father .. sister my father .The little brother's hand is gone ... Daddy, take the sister's hand. "
Crying sister too strong, very heart-wrenching. Father only cried all he could. What is he capable of fixing now? He embraces his son with a blank look at the child with his dreams that are shackled and broken.

Let us look into the heart of the father and ask him constantly:
"Is not this child the most precious treasure?"
Yes
"Is not the child a jewel?"
Correct.
"Is not this child awaited since birth, digomol full of spoiled childhood, if far apart you miss him, he called my father and make your life happy?
Right, right and true.
"Then, what's the value with the color of your new train?
Not at all.
"So why are you able to destroy his ideals with your anger?"
Errr .. (no answer).
Up here we are aware there is a strife between his beliefs ketara between what he made. He may not be looking for a response, but he knows the consequences.
It is precisely for us, if beliefs can not strengthen charity, add one more belief that:
Destruction must be waiting for those who fail to do good deeds!
"May our songs be true to what we see on the horizon."