Dusk At the End Please
Mother's Story
There are two important things that are useful for children when they grow up, namely good memories with their parents and good habits taught by their parents.
This is what Akhtar has felt to this day. The power of the mother's love is a miracle to her. Being together with the mother in her golden age made everything she had experienced in the past a beautiful memory for her. Good habits that he did because of the teachings of the Mother still imprint to this day.
Everyone must have their own stories and impressions of his beloved mother, especially the experiences of joy and sorrow when living the days of life.
From spiritual glasses, we can see that a mother's do'a turned out to have a tremendous impact on the development of family life. It is undeniable, every mother must have a "heady capital" to kneel in prayer to support the lives of family, children and the work of the husband.
Many art experts express the role of a mother in life, one of them through songs that tell how valuable and meaningful a mother is.
Ummi, my soul and my life. Giver of happiness and hope. Now, also in the future, ... Mother ... Mama!
Likewise, there are artists who always remember their mother with a strong "kul" in the song's ref,
In my mother's do'a, my name was called. In my mother's do'a I heard, my name was called!
Similarly to Akhtar, the presence and role of his mother is a new spirit for his life.
"Shadaqallahul'adzim", Akhtar ended his morning prayers.
One of the good habits that his mother taught him a long time ago is to read the Qur'an after every prayer. Moreover, Maghrib and Subuh is the right moment for him to increase the reading of the Qur'an because during the day solid activity sometimes only makes him read a few verses after prayer and sometimes even miss it because it has been awaited work or meetings with clients.
Akhtar got out of place, stood folding as hard as he could and kept it to its original place. He left the room when it was dark. The weather this morning is a bit cloudy so it makes the morning atmosphere cooler in Bandung.
It has been three days he returned to Bandung with the mother, a simple house in the border area of Bandung-Cimahi has been prepared to welcome the arrival of the Mother, he said, surely with the help of Ghifar the assistant he prepared all this without the knowledge of the father.
Akhtar decided to bring his mother to this house. A simple house that only has two bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen that simultaneously serves as a dining room and bathroom located at the end of the kitchen. Intentionally in a minimalist design but has a page that is quite spacious. He knew from the beginning his mother liked to take care of ornamental plants. He had prepared everything so that his mother did not get bored while at home.
Various flowers and other ornamental plants have been lined up neatly in the yard and began to become the routine of the mother every morning and afternoon to take care of her. The distance is not too far nor too close from the foundation and his company makes it easier for him to monitor the mother.
Since his arrival from Jakarta Akhtar has returned to take care of his company, only he has not had time to return to the foundation given his busy life at the company after more than a week he left. Plus the rush at the foundation related to his engagement event made him even more reluctant to return to the foundation because he knew based on reports from Ghifar, Shanum and Ahsan who prepared everything.
He could not imagine having to see Shanum and Ahsan continue together. Not wanting to make Shanum even more hurt, Akhtar knew Shanum must have been directly involved in the preparations for his engagement, but there seemed to be no choice for Shanum to refuse.
The sound coming from the direction of the kitchen became his concern as he exited the room. Akhtar stopped his steps when he saw the mother was busy with her kitchen activities. Akhtar walked more slowly so as not to interfere with the activities of the Mother, he wanted to surprise the Mother with his presence as before when they were still living together with the father.
Without a warning Akhtar hugged the mother from behind. Suddenly this made the mother jump in shock.
"Astaghfirulloh".", cried the mother when she found a pair of stocky hands on her waist.
"Huhaha....." Akhtar laughed at the expression of the mother.
"You are yes, the naughty is still there" said the mother while hitting the soft hand that was still coiled around her waist.
"Akhtar kangen look at the rich startled mother earlier, hahaha...." Akhtar could not stop laughing.
This time his laughter was very loose, an aura of happiness emanated clearly from his face. The presence of the mother really makes her life meaningful again. To be happy with her mother is her priority.
Since the presence of the mother back in her life, for a moment she can forget her inner conflict about her decision to accept the engagement with Raina and must be willing to let off Shanum happy with Ahsan.
"You sit there, let me finish this. After that we have breakfast together yes!", ask the mother gently.
He was rarely angry. She always served Akhtar and his father with tenderness and affection. Akhtar was surprised by the choice of his father who was more willing to lose this simple, meek and loving woman.
"All right, my Queen Mother. The Prince will wait for Mother to finish a special meal for the Prince, hahaha." he replied jokingly. Akhtar took off her arms from her mother and sat down on the dining table chair that was still in the kitchen still with her laugh.
"Mom, what can Akhtar do for you?" tanya Akhtar saw the mother who still seemed busy preparing breakfast for the two of them.
"Nothing, you just sit sweet huh. Here I have made green tea for you", replied the mother for a moment switched from her job and took the green tea she had prepared for the son.
"All right..." Akhtar smiled in response as he received a cup of green tea that his mother had prepared for him and sipped it slowly.
Akhtar continued to look at the mother who seemed still busy preparing breakfast.
'There is sun in the house, his face is clean, his eyes are full of stories. All suffering disappeared to him. She is the crownless queen, but she is the foot of Heaven.' she said in her heart with a smile looking at her mother.
Akhtar is happy now he can feel his friendship with his mother again. The power of the Mother is in her cold hands and sincere heart and optimistic mind in building happiness at home. The mother's obedience is seen from the flowing strands of do'a-do'a accompanied by tears to offer thanksgiving and supplication to the Creator.
In its manifestation, the mother's love is more meaningful to Akhtar when sincerity is present. And I don't know why he really didn't find that when he was with his father's family, even though his mother always gave him attention, but Akhtar did not feel the meaning of the attention of the mother continued.
Who can replace the role and love of a mother? The answer does not exist! Mother is mother and one is.
Akhtar enjoyed the breakfast that mom had made for him. He was so greedy to enjoy his favorite fried rice, since the first most special breakfast menu choice Akhtar is fried rice made by the mother.
His mother stared happily at Akhtar eating with her voraciously.
"Why haven't you eaten yet?" Akhtar paused his breakfast activities because he saw that his mother had not yet started her breakfast.
"Mother is happy to see you eating voraciously, it turns out you still like mother-made fried rice" replied the honest mother.
"From the first I really liked the fried rice made by my mother, I became more excited about my days..." Akhtar chuckled with his mouth full as he said so.
"His appetites", Mother reminded and only answered with a nod by Akhtar. He refocused on his fried rice. Mother also started her breakfast, her gaze still often focused on the son who was so enthusiastic about enjoying his breakfast.
Togetherness at the dinner table began their day since these few days, making Akhtar feel his spirit increased several times. The return of the mother has a tremendous positive effect on her.
They are now in the backyard, Akhtar deliberately postponed his departure to the office to be able to stay longer with his mother.
"Mom, since Mom left I've never felt fried rice again as well as Mother's" Akhtar opened the conversation.
"Oh yeah? did it at your dad's house never eat fried rice?"
"There's nothing quite as delicious as Mother's",
"Masa? though the recipe is the same", Mother seems not aware of having said something that makes Akhtar astonished.
"really? why is it the same, Mom?" ask Akhtar curiously.
Mom stopped her activity of watering the plants. He realized he was talking. Mom looked at Akhtar who was waiting for an answer. He thought it might be time for his son to know the truth about his life.
Mother kept a water hose used to water the plants, she washed her hands and approached Akhtar sitting next to her.
"Son, I'm sorry if you've been hiding something that makes you curious", Akhtar was silent waiting for Mother to continue her conversation.
"You must be wondering why Mom chose to part with your dad. I also know you asked Grandpa and Grandma this question. Now that you are an adult, you can consider well the cause and effect of each decision. I will tell you everything, I hope you can wisely respond to it and accept this as God's best provision for us." Mother sighed.breathing paused her speech.
"Mother and Sopia your connecting mother is a friend. We used to study at the same place. He who comes from a family is among those who find it difficult to make friends. Most of his friends are insincere and just take advantage of their friendships. Often Sopia cried out of disappointment by her friends so she preferred to be often alone."
"At the same time Mother who is also only a boarding child and college because she gets scholarships is more often alone when in class. Fellow fellow scholarship fighters are in different majors so we find it difficult to meet during college hours",
"Our closeness started when Mom was in the library and she was there. We met and chatted with each other, exchanging information and materials. Until our closeness becomes more intense. Mom loves having a best friend like Sopia, even though she comes from a family of being but doesn't accentuate herself in terms of wealth."
"Finished college our relationship is still well established, she even came to Garut at Mother's wedding. Mom and Dad are just honorary teachers who earn little in the village. Until one day he offered us to teach at his foundation. I'm happy and I'm excited to accept the offer."
"A year of marriage and living in Garut, we still have no children. So when Sopia's offer came, we agreed to accept it."
"Two years serving in the foundation with a very sufficient income, living in a service house with all its facilities. Your father was more often involved in the management of the foundation, so he was appointed head of the educational institution where we taught.",
"Three years of living in a household and not yet having children, a little problem for your father's family but I am very understanding because your father is the first child, he said, it's only natural that your Grandpa and Grandma would want to have grandchildren soon."
"God is All-Good, when all is ready He grants the do'a-do'a of Mother and Father. In the fourth year of our marriage, you were present in Mother's womb. Mom and Dad agreed to focus more on the pregnancy, Mom decided to resign from the foundation. We bought a simple house with the savings we've accumulated over the years."
"A few months out of the official house, your father lived his days with passion. Your presence is the most beautiful gift in our marriage. Every day Dad went to work at dawn and came home to Maghrib. When Dad was at home, he never let Mom do any work. Until when you were born, your father began to show changes he more often came home late and did not even go home and say stay at the official house because it must be overtime, he said, I don't suspect anything because she's still treating me and you very well."
"Years go by, during the holidays you always visit our home, much of what we often do including cooking together. When you entered Junior High, Dad showed more and more changes, until he asked for permission to return to stay at the foundation official house and go home during school holidays."
"With a heavy heart Mom also accepted Dad's request, I thought maybe Dad was tired if he had to go home to work. Moreover, the higher Dad's department automatically bustle more and more. When I go home usually Mom and you are my priority, but the last few months Dad always comes home with Aunt Sopia, you still remember when Aunt Sopia often came to our house?", ask Akhtar on the sidelines of his story. Akhtar seemed to think, he nodded, his suspicions becoming more and more real.
"Until that day comes, I see your father hugging Aunt Sopia who is cooking in our kitchen" said Mother, as her tone decreased. He bowed his head, took a deep breath and threw it slowly.
