Becoming Like My Mother
CHAPTER 40

Melati blinked her eyes, the bright light was quite disturbing the eyes that were still closed. Some people saw him worried.

His eyes turned to his own circumstances. Her clothes had changed and were very fragrant. Not like the last time in that place. The smell and disgusting things stuck in almost all of his body.

His mind drifted back to the scene. He really doesn't understand why he has to go through something like that. He also thought about how it would go after this. Just now that he had gotten a fresh breeze from the Mother, he now had to swallow another bitter pill.

Will he be able to go through all of this. Maybe even in the future it will be worse. His eyes were empty somewhere. Until he himself was not aware of the people nearby who were worried about him.

"Son." Call Ikhsan gently, not forgetting the gentle touch of landing on the tip of Melati's head.

Jasmine looked and just kept quiet. It was hard to just open my mouth. The people closest to Melati who saw him were so sad. Nor did they think that all this would happen.

"Son." Ikhsan said once again.

"Well please. Leave me here alone." Sela Jasmine.

"But Nak-"

"Well please. Just give me a little space." Said Melati with a pleading gaze.

Everyone present could only sigh to them. The right that is feared is real at this time. Resign, that's what they do. They all left Melati in the room alone.

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Sure enough, for these two days he locked up in his room. Even persuaded to just feed the rice he was reluctant. Melati back moody.

Somehow he was persuaded. Whenever found they found Melati with an empty view. He did not respond to anyone else coming to see him.

Finally, Mina decided to wait for Melati. He wanted to know how long Melati sat in silence.

In that room they were accompanied only by silence. Jasmine was busy with her thoughts. And Mina was busy watching Melati.

Three hours Mina waited for Melati. Melati is aware of Mina's presence, but she is completely oblivious to it.

Slowly somehow possible because Melati who is uncomfortable with the existence of his mother, he also turned his head. He saw Mina who was looking at him flat but a little sleepy.

Melati could only sigh and give up. He approached his mother and sat down beside her.

Mina noticed Melati who was walking towards her. But he did not open his voice at all. He wanted to know what Melati was going to do.

Again Jasmine breathed her breath. "Mom.."

"Yes, son." Answer Mina softly.

Hiks.. hiks... hiks.., jasmine splashes into Mina's arms. The woman was crying. Long enough he held everything and showed it to no one. Behind that silence, he himself was already very tired.

I want it to end it all. Mina gently rubbed Melati's back, channeling affection and strength to her daughter.

Long enough Melati sobbed, she also raised her face. Mina stroked that disheveled face. Do not forget he wiped the tears that still wet the cheeks.

"How are you feeling right now, dear?" Tanya Mina smooth.

Melati. Mina grabbed Melati's chin to look at her face.

"I really don't want to do anything Mom. Everything is so heavy for me. I don't know why I feel like the world is unfair to me.

I know for myself that it wasn't entirely my fault. But why do people corner me, Mom?, I never wanted this to happen. It was never even in my mind." Bright Jasmine was weak even her eyes began to creek.

"So what's it like when you're at your age working on maths 1+1 ?"

Melati looked at her lazy mother. It is very easy for him to answer that question.

"Mom please don't ask about practice for kindergarten, I've been to college ma'am." It felt like Melati was really useless to sit in college by receiving questions like that.

"You know that's a question for kindergarten. But for kindergarten children who are new to it will be very difficult for them."

Melati frowned in surprise hearing her mother's speech. He did not understand at all what Mom meant. He stared intently at Mina's face.

"Have you ever felt like despair when you got a job from your lecturer?"

Melati.

"You can feel the difference when you get an assignment from your Kindergarten teacher first with your lecturer now?"

"Of course, Mom. Why are you asking that. Please ma'am, I'm not very good at puzzles. Can I just go to the point?" Gundah Melati is impatient.

Mina took her breath slowly. "Son, in the world of education then someone will get a different task according to the level. So too with human life.

You feel that the exam you are currently taking is not able for you to pass. God gave you a test like this because maybe your faith level is getting higher and you feel like despair?,

Want patience there are no limits"

"But human patience has its limits. I'm just an ordinary man." Sela Melati cuts off Mina's talk.

"You know Nak, what does nguyahi segara mean?" Again Mina threw out a question that made Melati middle.

"That's the language of Java Nak. You know how people can sow salt in fresh, salty sea water?" Added.

"Of course it's impossible ma'am. We know how big the ocean is." Melati.

"Well the sea is described for one who has that much patience. No matter how they were given salt or tests, a small portion did taste salty. Yet it was nothing compared to the breadth of their hearts."

"There's no way God gave you this test, because you might have deserved it. Maybe God wants to lift your degree.

Dear with this test, move your heart to seek His attention."

"Mom I still do not stop to carry out His duties. I am still very conscious of all His commandments. But how am I supposed to deal with the people out there, Mom?, I don't think I can. Not yet I became Mas Fahmi's wife, but THEY?, I was insulted and reviled, even my body did not escape them to throw with disgusting things." Say Jasmine with cheeks that warm up because of tears.

Mina pulled her daughter into her arms. He was very aware of what Melati felt at this time.

"No need to care about what others value from us. Stay in our shoes from the beginning. Who we live for, who we do this for, and who we believe in.

Now I ask you. Is everything you do just to get people to judge you?"

Melati shook her head weakly with the body still held tightly by Mina.

"Don't you kid?, if you really did that, wouldn't that include a little shirk?"

Slowly, Melati's body fell silent. He kept looking at the sentence after sentence spoken by his mother.