Mother, Bathe was Me,,,,

Mother, Bathe was Me,,,,

Rani, call it that name. Brained college friend is brilliant and has high ideals. Since entering the campus, the attitude and the concept itself is clear: achieve the best, in the academic field or profession that will be acquired. '' Why not the best? '' He said always, quoting a former American president.
When the University sends students to study International Law at the University of Utrecht, Netherlands, Rani is one of them. As for me, prefer completing medical education. Moreover, Rani also received a companion of the '' same level ''; equally outstanding, although different professions.
Alifya, the fruit of their love, born when Rani was appointed as a staff of diplomats, to coincide with the completion of a PhD husband. Their happiness was complete. That said, the name of their son was taken from the first letter hijaiyyah '' aleph '' and the last letter '' yes '', be a catchy name: Alifya. I do not have time to think, whether they intend to make it as a child's first and last.
When Alif (son calls it) is 6 months old, Rani more frenzied busyness. Bak Garuda Indonesia, almost every day he flew from one city to another, and from one country to another.Honestly, I never asked him, 'Did not the Alif is too small to be left-lived?'
Deftly, Rani said, '' Oh, I've been anticipating everything. Everything is OK! ''
Words that really he prove. The care and attention of his son, was handled professionally by a baby sitter expensive. Rani stayed control Alif schedule by telephone. Alif grow into a child who looked lively, intelligent and easy to understand. Grandfather grandmother always infuse pride to the mere puppet grandchildren, about the greatness of mother-father. About titles and big names, on airplanes and a lot of money.
'' Father-mother Contohlah Alif Alif if it grows up. '' As always Grandma Alif, mother Rani, told at the end of the fairy tale ahead of her.
When the 3-year-old Alif Alif never told Rani that he asked the sister. Surprised by the unexpected request it, Rani and her husband give sense to his son. Their activities has not been possible to bring a sister for Alif. Again, this little boy '' understand '' parents. The proof, said Rani, Alif no longer whine ask sister. Alif apparently inherited her character that are not whiners. Although parents often come home late, he rarely cranky. In fact, said Rani, Alif always welcome him with full cheerful. Thus, Rani often called her son was with '' little angel ''.
It was a happy family, I thought. Although both parents are super busy, Alif still grow loving. Secretly, I was jealous of this family.
One day, towards Rani went to the office, somehow Alif refused bathed his baby sitter. '' Alif want Mother bathed, '' he said hopefully. Erratic course Rani, the second-by-second timing is calculated, upset. He rejected the request Alif while remaining nimble dress up and prepare for the purposes of his office.
Alif helped persuade her husband to take a bath with Tante Mien, his baby sitter. Again, with the understanding according Alif, though her face sullen. This event continues repeatedly until nearly a week.
"Mother, I bathe!" Alif sound more and stressful. After all, Rani and her husband thought, maybe it's because Alif currently in pre-school, become a little more for attention. After persuasion, eventually Alif could be left behind as well.
Until one afternoon, I was surprised by the phone Mien, the baby sitter. '' Bu doctor, Alif fever and convulsions. Now in Emergency. ''Fly-half, I raced to the ER. But it was too late. Allah already has other plans. Alif, the Little Angels, trigger-called home by him. While Rani, when told about Alif, was inaugurated its new office. He was shocked. Arriving home, the only thing he wants to do is to bathe her son. After last week demanding Alif, Rani did save a commitment for a while bathing her own child.
And that afternoon, Rani promise realized, even after the body of the Little Angels lying motionless. '' This Mother Lif, see, Mother were bathed Alif, '' he said quietly, in the middle of the silent congregation. One by one colleague Rani away from his side, trying to hide the tears.
When the red soil had buried the body of the child, we still stood on the side of the tomb. Many times Rani, my friend who brave it, said, '' It was fate, right? Just the same, I'm next to or across the ocean, when the time comes, so he went too right? '' I did not say anything.
Rani feels does not need the entertainment of others. Her husband still like lifeless. His face was pale, his eyes vacant. '' This is a consequence of a choice, '' continued Rani, keep trying hard and strong. There was a pause.
Evening breeze blew the scent of frangipani flowers. Rani suddenly kneeling. '' I ibunyaaa! '' He cried hysterically, then tergugu great. It seems like only this time I saw Rani cried, the more cries exploded. '' Get up Lif, Mother would bathe Alif. Give Mother chance once Lif. Once alone, Aliiif .. '' Rani pleading whimpers. The next second, he bumped into the tomb and face down on it. The tears flooded red dirt that houses the remains Alif. Twilight was getting old. Rice has become porridge, regret no longer help.

Reflection Wisdom:
Things that seem trivial, often lead to regret and profound loss. Often people busy 'on the street', cool with the world and his own ambition. Thus, ignoring the people nearby were loved. There will still be a 'later' for them, so ignore it first. Sometimes things like this that make a lot of people regret.
Often people are arrogant and feel confident that the understanding and affection received will not be lost. Feel they will understand because they love him and will remain there.
Before it's too late, and before it all disappeared from our sight. Never forget the people closest to us and those we love. Lest we regret later on, because the people we love have been lost forever before us.

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Written by Royan Bastian on Wednesday, 14 October 2015