For Mom

"I saw his eyes glaring fragile body, and I feel the warmth of love from tatapmu. When I have had to fell the way, when I had to cry in keta'mengertian. Twinkling, happily flowing in my blood stream. Because every word you said, like an injection of new blood replaces coard blood, blood replace kerapuhanku.
Now I am far from you, in the corner of the city that I do not know. And I rarely see that look again, I rarely enjoy a cool off heart smile. But lovely the wishsong still ringing in the ear space, and I will never delete. Do you know ....? Here I am-even sometimes fall, I was unable to withstand the blows of grief hits me sometimes very cruel. But at least I still have the song you ever sang for me, so I could always hear. I still have a series of words your beauty, for I always absorb. With that I stood back, looked back at what I was looking for.
Although at this time we are not together, but beautiful love hearts still gently stroked. Although currently there is no body beside me, but it still feels warm your hug, when cold wrap.
I just do not want to hurt you, I'm afraid the tears from

your beautiful eyes just because keta'warasanku. I will still try to keep my heart for you, I will keep your affection. Because I need your love so every trace my steps, because the sweetness of your smile, warmth pelukmu, will always bring a cool breeze for me. And believe me, I'll still be your best kid. you MOM ".

I cried when it finished writing graffiti. Longing was, making me unable to stem the tears that had welled up. It has been almost six months I did not go home, already six months I did not meet with the mother. My hand took the HP that is located not far from the I sit down, I want to ask the same news my sister mother. Hand thumb quickly pressing buttons HP, because my heart can not wait to hear from you. "Assalamu'alaikm. Deck, pa kbr?. Kbr gmna Mom? , "A short sms that I sent to my sister.

I'm heading to bed to lay my body, because it was too long staring at the monitor and eyes red with weeping. "How ya face me now?, Ah ... would still be pretty like six months ago.", Fikiranku wondered, imagining the look on my mother. "How long ya, my brother go?. What is perhaps not pulse anymore ", fikiranku still not calm. I took a deep breath while imagining the look on my mother, her eyes staring at the ceiling tersu room. After a long time my eyes were starting to close, can not wait for a reply text message from my sister even be asleep.

"Wake up son ...!, When are you coming home?, Why Mom did not see you coming home?" Mother's voice sounded good ditelingaku. "Come on up, will not you hug me?", Mother's voice continues to be heard but I did not see him. "Mom where are you?", I mancoba asked. A melodious voice that gradually began to quietly sound, and finally is no longer heard. "Kriiiiinggggg", the sound is not so loud my cell phone rang. But the vibration is very large, so it is very pronounced. "Astaghfirullah ...!! "I was shocked by the vibration of HP that is located next to my ear fitting. Apparently Mother's voice only in a dream, and I took a deep breath. My eyes fixed on HP, he makes me not see my mother in the dream. I took HP's, then I'd read the incoming sms. "Wa'alaikumslm. Alhamdllh aq SHT mas, bgtu jga with Mom. oh yeah, mas dpt dr slm mother. kta bliau slm syng & KGN. Mother jg nnya kpn pulg mas? ", The contents sms from my sister who re-create my tears dripping. I also miss the same mother, I want to go home. But it must wait a month or so, I had to wait off the new college could go home. My hands wiping the tears continued to flow, accompanied by plaintive isakkan of my mouth.

I glanced at the clock, "Astaghfirullah ..., I do not pray asr". Because overslept, so not asarku prayers on time. My foot went directly to the bathroom to shower and wudlu, though I still feel tired. Wudlu finished, I fulfill my duty to the Deity. After finishing the prayer and dhikr fairly short, tears trickling back. "O Lord, forgive all my sins and forgive sins did my parents. Give them health, give them gracefully because they have away from me. Give me patience, because I have a lot of them. Especially my mother who is very close to me, and so I care about. ".

Your word is a song, I always listen to you when I feel homesick. Your voice is a drug to me, as I had to get hurt by the cruelty of life. You say is the tone, which is always accompanied in every step. Is the meaning of your touch, which always spoke to me when I'm wrong foot. Arms are warmth, which is always cool with me as hello. Tatapanmu is paradise, which makes me fear for producing tatapmu wilt. For you Mom, I'll give the best ...!