Forgive Me, My Son
Episode 14

Arriving at home, I saw Rifqie had taken a bath and in my Ira car. I stared at my son who was laughing because he was teased by me. "Dek, mbak tipped Rifqie yes, mbak want to work, find money for you, kasian mamak father, now it's my turn to help".

My grandfather smiled at her and said "la ya to mbak, this is my niece too, handsome again, I love baby ha ha ha".

I smiled hearing his words. I left my brother and wanted to go to my parents who were sitting under a tree. Yes in front of my house planted by a tree by my father so that it is shady and cool and can be used as a place to relax. I saw my mother and father, though they were old and had seven children, still very friendly, I felt jealous to see them, again those painful memories were etched in my memory, I did not feel my tears flowing. The mother who saw me was surprised to see me shed tears and immediately hugged me. "What's wrong, son, why are you crying, let's tell us the same story" my mother said, wiping away my tears.

I immediately sat down beside my father, and I wanted to talk to them about it immediately.

" Mak sir, I want to go to work, I want a little bit of sustenance in the country of people in Taiwan mak sir, I ask for his blessing, pray I am safe here and dapet good boss, sir, earlier I had gone to the sponsor, it was the person who brought the prospective tki abroad, maybe three more days I left for Jakarta mak sir, I titip Rifqie, I, sorry to bother you, sir, for having to look after your grandson again when you're an old hyx" my tears broke as I explained my point.

" Just think about your decision, Rifqie is still three months lo, she still needs you mother, she still needs a drink of breast milk, still too small for you to leave, wait until he's a year old" my father tried to persuade me to rethink my decision. But I shook my head and was steady to go to work, I pity to see my mother's father in debt every day, not to mention my school fees are good because one of them is still in college, and the married one is sometimes still asking his parents because his life is still not good, although she got a husband who loves her but her husband is lazy so my sister is the one who works to find a bite of rice, though he should have been able to graduate college as well but until now did not graduate because he was busy looking for sustenance for the needs of his son, my mother's father who saw it was not hearty and often helped them.

"yes if it's your decision, son, you can only pray for you from here, for Rifqie Anamu just calm down because he will get abundant affection from us and your sisters, he said, she wouldn't feel a lack of affection just because her parents weren't around her, all I could do was pray for you son" my mother hugged me while kissing my cheek.

we hugged and cried that afternoon. Never imagined my life so like this, which I always imagined when a small pestle used to live very beautiful, but it was not as beautiful as a television soap opera.

The next day I went to the sponsor's house that was going to take me abroad, I brought the necessary files. He said that in three days we would all go to Jakarta, to make passports and medical health and I approved..