Will Hell Become Heaven
Back to the Past

I changed my clothes and laid my body on the bed and my room was still in a mess. I keep thinking about how to make all this end quickly I'm so tired. On the other hand I have to make sure that my mother will be fine let alone that she threatens to hurt my loved ones. I don't want to lose someone I love because of me.

I cried all night when these tears became tears of happiness.

The clock has shown at 06:00 I woke up so early because I had to find the address listed on the paper, I hope this time I can get a clue.

"Ma I'm leaving first". My speech

"Ca' where you're going early in the morning, you don't have breakfast". Ask my mom for wonder.

"There's business ma', ntar outside my breakfast". Answer me

So maybe you are confused to call her sometimes mom sometimes mom. Sometimes I change the call to my mother.

I rushed out because the taxi I ordered had arrived. On the way I kept thinking about how to make my search not in vain. On the other hand, I felt anxious about having to leave my mother alone. Because this made my health drop a little on the side because a lot of my mind was also sleep deprived and again I had to work in the office. Sometimes I want to give up but on the other hand I don't want to lose the person I love.

Quite a long trip that I passed about 6 hours on the trip I felt familiar with the road that I went through, at the time I was shocked because it turned out that the address on the paper was my old home address. I don't know why I didn't know this was my home address.

I got out of the car, I looked around the empty house and there was not a single person there was only my old man's gardener. I haven't come to this house in a long time, the last time I stayed was when my father was there. I tried to enter and approach Mr. Naim who is the keeper of my family's former garden who now lives in this house.

"Good morning sir, I know you". My toot.

"Good morning". While staring.

He looked at me for so long because he was so old how not when I was sitting on the High School bench he was almost 60 years old and now I have worked.

"Non dandra's". Hugging me while rebuking.

I also cried because my father Naim already considered as my second father, he so adored his wife because they did not have children.

I was invited in, and I saw this mother who was the wife of Mr. Naim. He hugged me right away and he recognized me. I also sat looking at the contents of the room turned out that nothing changed as long as it used to be just the paint that was perbahrui. I was asked by my tumben riding sir came suddenly without informing. So I explained my arrival because of the address written on the paper that turned out to be my home first.

I also asked permission to go around looking at the contents of the house. I miss the atmosphere of this house. I grew up here and have so many memories with my father.

After I finished circling the house, I sat down again, suddenly sir Naim said that there was something to give me.

"Non diandra, there's something I want to give non". He said while asking me to wait.

"What sir, don't call non sir call diandra only". Answer me

Mr. Naim went into the room and came back with a paper in his hand, it was like a letter but probably because it had been a long time so it looked a little shabby.

"It's son". While offering a letter

"This is what sir". Askaqua.

"I don't know, either, son, but it's a letter someone gave me".

Naim also explained about the letter, it turns out that when I was hospitalized there was a boy who came to the house and asked me but at that time I was in the hospital. Begitulan said.

So I tell you a little bit, I have been in the hospital and in the care of almost a month because of depression due to the death of my father I always turn on myself and also never hurt myself, because this is what makes me have to be treated at rs. And after recovering my mother chose to move so that my condition could improve.

I also asked Mr. Naim what the characteristics of the person were.

Mr. Naim then explained his characteristics but I could not recognize him probably because it had been a long time.

Because I've been leaving home for too long and I don't want to make my mother worry I say goodbye to Pak naim and bu ina and hope this letter can give clues as to what happened to me during these.

"Sir, I want to go home first". I said as I hugged my second parent.

"Yes, please be careful when you come again and ask your mother".

"All right, ma'am".

I walked out because the taxi I ordered had arrived. I looked at Mr. Naim and ma'am who had just waved and was so sad, I too was so heavy to leave them, I returned their hands and shouted.

"I promise I'll be back".

I saw Mother and Naim smiling at my words.

In the car I just daydream and cry while holding the letter given by Mr. Naim.

"Mba, it's fine". Ask the taxi driver.

"Yes sir, I'm fine".

He also returned to driving and I daydreamed again did not feel it had reached the front of the house.

"The mother has arrived". Prattling

"Oh yes, mr. makasi". While giving money.

I went down and went straight into the house without saying anything, so my mother was worried. Apparently, Mr. Naim had called my mother and said that I came there.

This is what worries my mother because she is afraid of what happened a few years ago to me again, my mother is afraid I hurt myself because I feel guilty about my father's death.

"Ca' You're okay son". He asked while knocking on my room door.

"It's okay mom". My answer.

The shadow of the past now comes haunting me back to stress me out. I have not opened the letter given by Mr. Naim earlier because I feel less well.

In my room only the ceaseless manic my ship began to ache my vision began to blur at me trying to stand suddenly I fell and banged into the closet. His voice was loud enough that it was gripped by my mother.

"Ca you why". Mother's word.

I could hear my mother's voice but could not respond. It was so dark that I finally fainted.

Because there was no response, I tried to open the door of my room that was locked from the inside. But all in vain, my mother tried to seek help but no one could be helped.

about who will help diandra and what the contents of the letter will be can be a clue