Cross Wedding
My mother came

still early in the morning.the cold still pierced my ribs, super thick jacket was not able to withstand the cold temperature Bandung, at six in the morning but thick fog still enveloped my area, the rainy season air Bandung does not change, a cup of sweet hot tea made makes mar already super delicious.

"bik..i want to go out for a while.then if you ask me to say I go for a walk" said my saying to the bik mar assistant omku, his age is not old about thirty years, so be it, but the look on his face shows he's older than his age, maybe because of economic factors or I don't know if I want to ask and don't want to know it's adult business anyway.

I traced the road downhill.in Bandung the streets were not flat.one place I would go to Mother's tomb..My mother came ma'am.I miss Mom.sorry I ma'am never came to your grave though, because of the distance, age and circumstances that prevent me from coming to your tomb. I can only give you the chanting of the Qur'an and the prayer in each of my prostrations.

the air was still cold, it was like coming back to the shroud again.ngeringkel again in the thick blanket, but I did not want. I put both my palms in the jacket hoping that the cold doesn't strike too much.

High Gate towering impressive magic of frangipani fragrant burial ground and jasmine pierced my nose.Yeah I arrived also in your grave Mother, it turns out I did not stray both feet I very memorized this road. I wiped Mom's headstone. Mother who did not give birth to me but sincerely raised me with love and affection.Please cancer breast took the life of my loved ones.

Alfatihah.

I told you about everything that happened after Mom died, until my arrival to Bandung again and the fight that occurred between om and aunt lidya yesterday afternoon.

"Mother am I really a bastard? am I really haram Mother? Mother you carry secrets about me forever into your grave.I do not blame you Mother.but I owe you a lot...You raised me selflessly, you must have been under pressure from everyone for taking care of me. What was it that made you fall ill and eventually die. I have to find the answer, yes I have to find it myself.

"Mother...I go home.."I wipe back the black headstone cold....cold marble....Is Mom cold too?astagfirullah haladzim I realized "stupid..."I curse my own stupidity why should I say that.

"Assalamualaikum..nek.."my greeting in front of aunt marni's house my Grandmother's eldest brother.

"waalaikum salam..severa ya son" he said from the inside.heard the sound of sticks dancing on the floor of old ceramics.

"Axa...axa when dateng? come on in, son"

"Mr...grandmother is healthy right?? whose grandmother lives the same? "

"alhamdulillah axa granny healthy.all grandmothers live here"

grandma Marni took me to the kitchen.kampung kitchen is indeed very spacious.

"sit down axa...what do you want to drink?"

"grandma don't bother..axa just wants to talk to grandma about axa"