Fog Black On the Edge Twilight
Serene ..
The sun golden smile pick morning ..
Menghantarku in quiet morning ..
Angan want to take me to wander, stay away from lonely ..
I complete but themselves ..
My love is only a shadow ..
Sepi, you're there but no ..
Pick up morning dew drops which provide peace in my soul. Seemed perfectly natural humming add sparkle of the sun that is full of warmth.Monday, today is Monday, a day filled with activity, as well as me. Early in the morning I had already departed from home to where my devotion, which is at a high school in Palembang. But fortunately today is a national holiday, so I could relax fun at home. Um .. too late as well at home alone, he's busy with his own work, really boring sitting on my hands alone. Lonely .. Really quiet. Instead I was alone in the house all night, I'd walk into the mall, who knows could make my mind be more fresh.
Now the clock is already showing at 10:00 pm. I've arrived in around the Grand Mosque SMB II, not many stores open. Actually, my intention is not to shop, but only to eliminate the seriousness being overcome me. I continue to trace the street, I passed shops still seem self-locking. Accidentally, appeared in front of a middle-aged woman who was lying in the doorway.His face was dull, his body was so thin with sunken eyes very, very shabby clothes already.Yes, maybe it's the clothes he wore had long been the replacement, probably because there is no other clothes?
I have no idea! The closer I got to the direction of the old woman, my memory as if fixed on the figure of Mrs. Soraya, he is my neighbor when I was in the village. Old tramp's face was so similar to the face of Mrs. Soraya, but not impossible! Mrs. Soraya may not be a bum, not the children have become successful people? I still convinced myself that she was not Mrs. Soraya, may face similar course with Mrs. Soraya, but after I approached her, I looked at his face a deep .. Astaghfirullah !!! It was Mrs. Soraya, O God, why Mrs. Soraya could vagrancy like this?
If I remember past Mrs. Soraya, feels he should dubbed a super mom, what does not, after the death of her husband, Mrs. Soraya raising her children alone with the hard work as a traveling salesman cake. Up to two children Ferries and Armi become a successful cardiologist. During my little, I'm good friends with the daughter of Mrs. Soraya named Armi. He was during junior high school classmates, and friends mengajiku. Armi a good girl, she was clever in Tilawatil Koran several times to win the race MTQ (Musabaqoh Tilawatil Quran), while younger brother ferry is a smart boy, until he could get a scholarship to continue studying medicine at a public university in the city Yogyakarta.
I did not much know the news of Mrs. Soraya and her two children that since my move, which I knew only success of Mrs. Soraya's second child. Curiosity will be the figure of an old woman in front of me made me the courage to say hello and ask about his true identity, I am so sorry to see the figure of the old woman, her eyes glow appears from inner anguish so deep, in fact what happened to this poor woman? Not feel granules tears slowly trickled down my cheeks, I remember my mother. I was not willing, if my mother suffering like what is perceived by the tramp in his old age.
Without a doubt I approached the old woman, and I greet him warmly. Expression on his face looked surprised to see me like that knew him. I immediately introduced myself to him who, after I introduced myself, his eyes glazed, then hugged weeping uncontrollably sobbing. It turns out the old woman was Mrs. Soraya. Oh God, my heart is getting cut saw Mrs. Soraya, I increasingly want to know what is actually happening to Mrs. Soraya. I calm him, then I give water to drink for him, it seems he was so thirsty, in less time drinking water in my bottle out without residue.
Having looked calm, I began to ask Mrs. Soraya about her two children, but seems to question it so make teluka. I tried to compromise with myself, with questions that seemed to break-smashed wanted out of my mouth. May need time for Mrs. Soraya to calm himself. Mrs. Soraya I offered to stay with me, anyway at home I lived alone, my mother lived in a different house with me. I do not want Mrs. Soraya suffer like this in his old age, I willingly accommodate him stay at my house.
After my persuasion with difficulty, finally Mrs. Soraya will also invite to live with me in my house after several times refused. When we got to my house, I immediately told Mrs. Soraya to take a bath, belaiu certainly has not bathe. After bathing, I suguhkan a wide variety of food, I invite Mrs. Soraya to eat together, he seems like the dish I serve, he ate greedily.From the look on his face that old, looks a little smile that is covered by a mountain of mental anguish that has not been revealed. I tried to hold back I asked, not time I asked Mrs. Soraya, maybe tomorrow morning is the perfect time for me to speak from the heart to Mrs. Soraya.
Not feel a warm smile as the sun slowly turns into a reddish glow and eventually fading into black. Yes, the night had picked me to immediately lie in the embrace blanket tired, so anything with Mrs. Soraya, he fell asleep dengna pulasnya, but somehow, after my face-to-face that was asleep, there is still clearly visible in my eyes the lines of pain inner in which I can not reveal that he feels pangs. Actually, what makes Mrs. Soraya be like this, where the children? Ah, well, tomorrow course, I could ask them all to Mrs. Soraya, my eyes felt increasingly heavy, slowly I fell asleep in a question mark lodged in the liver.
In the midst of peace in a deep, melancholy voice I hear singing melodious nature omen morning has been picked with a million unanswered question marks about the suffering that befell Mrs. Soraya. It's really unfortunate fate of this old woman, lirihku inwardly, looking at the face of Mrs. Soraya still sleeping beside me. I leave Mrs. Soraya were still asleep, I did not have the heart to wake him. I tried to make special fried rice for Mrs. Soraya, of course he liked it. Incidentally today I no teaching schedule, so today I could accompany Mrs. Soraya at home and most importantly I have to ask all the events experienced by Mrs. Soraya up homeless like this.
Shortly after I wake up, it turns out Mrs. Soraya also awakened, he finally helped to cook fried rice. While cooking, I started my question. I must be careful in asking that he not be offended.All the questions I had in mind now everything has been missed, it is really tragic stories experienced by this old woman. If you were me, you certainly feel sorrow slicing my heart while listening to the story of Mrs. Soraya, an elderly woman who had known me as being a hard-working mother who is able to pay for her children's school to become a successful doctor.
Mrs. Soraya is proper for me admire, perhaps you. With the success of her children were, of course, Mrs. Soraya feel tremendous joy, but the fact that I find today's highly inversely, now Mrs. Soraya's life so miserable, he lived vagrancy of a doorway, a doorway to the other. All that destruction started with the introduction of Mrs. Soraya girl named Armi with a man named Anton.
Anton was the son of a prominent official, initially Anton does look so nice, polite words. No suspicious of self Anton. But the catastrophe emerged, a few months after the introduction of Armi and Anton. Turns Armi pregnant, and the impregnate is Anton. Anton did not want to be responsible and disappeared without a news story, all his friends did not know the whereabouts of Anton.
After searching to and fro, Armi finally got word from a close friend Anton, if it turns out Anton had married and settled in Australia. After knowing all the treason committed against Anton, Armi always locked himself in the room, because for too long not to come to work Armi eventually fired from her job at a leading hospital in Palembang. The more days Armi conditions worsen, the growing belly bulge more and more depressed. Born babies will not have a father.
On the morning that seems still dim, inaudible beburungan melodious singing, as though the wind will not blow and cut cavities breath as spirit in this body wanted to escape. For too bitter anguish of life that must be passed. That is what is implied in the liver Armi. His body seems weak, staring bulging belly had been so, the slashed her now. So disappointed and hurt to Anton, the man yan has destroyed her life and future.
On the table hiasnya, Armi saw a pair of scissors, with crazy eyes Armi scissors thrust it into his stomach many times and finally Armi dead with stab wounds in the full condition perutnaya with blood splattered everywhere. Armi see who has been lying dead covered in blood with wide eyes, Mrs. Soraya was devastated. Intermittent one week of the death of Armi, Mrs. Soraya evicted from his own home by ferry, kesayangnannya son who used to be so sweet and according to what the words of Mrs. Soraya.
Ferries changed since the ferry was married to a woman named Faizah who is also a doctor.Faizah not like Mrs. Soraya then persuade Ferries to evict Mrs. Soraya from his own home and eventually wandered to meet with me yesterday. I really did not think there was a child who could dispose of his own parents, parents who have struggled for the sake of success. But what the boy replies, they instead wasted their own mother.
Short Story Essay: Sumy Muchtar
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