Forgive Me, My Son
Episode 16's

The day of my departure to Jakarta is in sight, the items I need have been prepared. I prepared myself mentally to get away from my family, this is all I can do to help my family. With bismillah I stepped out of the house, I kissed my mother and father's hands, they hugged me tightly and said to be careful there and then I hugged my son who I don't know how many years I can hold him, I kissed her cheeks, she just smiled because she still did not understand the meaning of this separation, all who saw could only shed tears, I hugged my sister one by one. Then I wave my hand and get in the car. In the car I saw my other friends who were going out of the country, I saw their eyes were swollen because they had to part with their families.

Before we go to Jakarta to make a passport, after making a passport we continue the journey.

One day last night we finally arrived in Jakarta, we were all taken to a place that had been prepared, then we were told to rest. There I saw many friends, I also began to get acquainted with all of them, yes because we are here to be brothers because we are far from family. We take turns to shower, pray and rest because tomorrow we have to check health, it is one of the conditions to work abroad. For food we had to cook in turns.

The next day we all went to the place of health check-up, not far away just in the building next to where we live, I saw many cars that had been parked there carrying other prospective tki, yes we are called tki here, tki here, the Indonesian workforce.. Check up health completed I also go home to the building where I will study which will be needed later abroad.

Tonight I felt a pain in my breast area, my friend who looked worried and asked "what's the matter Nit, are you sick? "

" Do you go here still in breastfeeding your son Nit, it must be removed so as not to hurt" he said again.

I nodded and went to the bathroom, my clothes were wet, because the milk had seeped out profusely, I pressed it gently to go all out, I could only cry seeing my son's food wasted, I could only cry, I did not have time to wean my son, my son can only drink breast milk for up to three months, whether he wants to drink milk in my heart, I want to call my family but I can't because my phone was taken by the officer here and will only be returned for the weekend so as not to affect our learning process. After all out I took a shower and and felt better. That was until a week I felt.

We have studied here for a month and I have signed a contract, yes I have a boss there, I will take care of my grandfather and there are 6 people with me at home. I hope they are good with me.

Tomorrow I'll go to the airport with another friend. All of us have filed, I have also called my family to ask for their prayers. The trip to the airport is only 3 hours, when we arrive at the officer who helped us bring us a special room waiting for the plane, our goods have been put in the plane trunk. I was so nervous, was my boss good, was I going to be safe, was I going to understand their language, lots of questions raging in my brain, in my heart I can only pray that the sustenance is there, that I may go home with a smile.