25 years ago,
Is this fate? Born as a son instead of me and Kania pilihan.Tapi should stay married. That's because we were there in his Civil Registry Office. Our trustees were trustees of judges. Within thirty minutes, we finished the wedding procession. Without paying respect and sow jasmine or special dishes and best wishes from relatives. But I'm still very grateful for Lukman and Naila want to present a witness. I reached the quarter-century and Kania step below me .. Our goal is simple, to live happily.
22 years ago,
My job is not so elite, but enough for a family meal cost. Yes, my family. Because now I've got a baby. A daughter, I named it Kamila. I wish he could be the perfect woman, I mean rich in good favor to her looks! perfectly. Her skin was still red, maybe because she was only a week. Unfortunately, he did not dijenguk grandparents and I feel concerned. I should be able to accept fate again, my parents and the parents do not want to receive our Kania .. Oh well. I had no right to force and I do not hate them. I just believe, one day, they surely will change.
19 years ago,
My Kamila nimble and agile. He is now happy running, skipping or jumping from table kekursi la! lu from the chair to the floor and then shouting 'Yippee, Iya can fly'. That he called his own name, yes. Flowers such as roses smile always chapped in the pot home page. Kania and often shouted, 'Yes sayaaang,' if it is the sound of 'Prang'. That means, there is a rupture, can flower vases, glasses, plates, or glass table .. Her last shaving mirrors broken. When he jumped out of bed onto the floor, holding wooden doll bouncing. And he just said 'Why all this house is always broken glass, Ma?'
18 years ago,
Kamila's birthday today. I stumbled home awaldari job in order to buy a gift first. Kemarinlalu bought him whining for the ball. Kania was bought because it did not want their children to be tomboy footballer let alone as is often said. 'Later, when you grow up, you want to be pemainbola Yes!' But I do not like her crying mintabola, so I bought her a ball. Akubisa least have opposite each Saturday afternoon. And such that are already suspected, he cheered with joy when I show bolaitu. 'Hooray, Yeah so soccer player.
'17 Years ago,
Yes, yes. Father told you not to play ball in the street. Wrote the game at home. According try if he, Mr're not going to like this. I do not know how Kania could not know Iya hid the ball in his school bag. All I know is, it was the day on Saturday and I would pick her up from school. I saw my son was busy kicking the ball all the way home from school and she was getting ketengah road. I ran up, beat my anxiety and my caution 'Iyaaaa'. A sand truck crushing hit me, lindasan besarnyaberhenti tires on two legs. When I came to, two kakikusudah amputated. Oh my God, how is this. Dark shadows enveloped my mind, without legs, how do I work my job while bringing goods from the company to the consumer. Kania seen weeping bitterly, her lips just said 'Try it if you do not buy a ball!'
15 years ago,
Perekonomianku tatters after the accident. Severance pay runs out to the hospital and saving money evaporate in smoke kitchen. Kania started a lot of complaining and Iya started many snaps. I just could pet her. And told me that her mother was ill so cepatmarah head. Furniture that can be sold is up. And I can not say anything Kania time to have sought money abroad. He wanted a larger income to provide for Kamila. Allowed or not allowed he would go. So he says. And eventually he did go to Malaysia.
13 years ago,
A year since the departure of Kania, my finances improved slightly but it was just a year. After the news was not heard again. I have to prepare money to go junior Kamila. My son is smart she skip a year in SD-nya.Dengan any concerns that I forced Kamila could continue school. I worked odd jobs, doing work that I can do with two hands. I'm sad, face reality. Witnessing the growing teenage son and I know he wants to enjoy his world. But my situation locked in any shortcomings. But I must be strong. I have to be strong to teach Kamila tough life.
10 years ago,
I'm sad, all the neighbors often mocked kecacatanku.Dan Kamila was only able to run into the house and hid in the room. He often become the butt of insults peers. My son is gorgeous, just like her mom. 'Let ya sea gorgeous puppy if aje.' Maybe that words often heard. But my son did not get mad though sabardia inevitably tears too. 'Sabar ya, boy!' Say reassuringly. 'Sir, Yes use the hijab aja ya, let me not bother! "She begged me. And I cried. My son forgive your father, it's just my voice capable buried in my heart. Since that day, my son was never out of her veil. And I'm happy. My son, it turns out you are more mature. He always smiles at me. He never showed his disappointment to me since junior high school bench just too late!
7 years ago,
I ponder all day. My memories of Kania, my wife, went back to my mind. It's been years I never heard from him. I could not lie to myself, if I still had missed him. And it also makes me scared. Kamila last night said he wanted to be migrant workers to Malaysia. Difficult for him to find a job here that just graduated from junior high school. Should I take it off for economic reasons. She says I'm old, my energy began to run out and she wanted me to rest. He promised to send me money and diligently saving for capital. After that he would go home, with me back and open usahakecil-time. Like last time, this time I takkuasa to stop him. I just pray that Kamilakubaik fine.
4 years ago,
Kamila never too late to send me money. Nearly three years he was there. She worked as a maid at home a mistress. But Kamila did not like the man he called progenitor. Her eyes never imply good light. He is also known to women. And the lady was his fourth wife. He said he had wanted to go home. Because lately he often bullied. Eid this year he will stop working. That's what I read from the letter. I'm glad to know it and always wait until that time arrives. Kamila says, I do not ever forget that prayer and condition are good try to pray Tahajjud. No need to force any definite sunnah fasting month of Ramadan I have tried as much as possible for the strong to manghrib drum sounds. Now my son is smarter than I am advising. And I'm proud.
3 years 6 months ago,
Is this a storm? I got a letter from the Malaysian government police, reportedly detained my son. And diadiancam death penalty, because he was convicted of killing husband's mistress. Chest tightness got this news. I cry, I do not believe it. Kamilaku meek impossible to kill. After all why he had to kill. I asked for legal assistance from Indonesia to save my son from death. I'm anxious to wait almost a year my case is completed. My energy was drained and exhausted tears. I can only plead that my son not be put to death if he is found guilty.
2 years 6 months ago,
The decision finally fell also, my proven guilty. And he had to undergo a death penalty in return. I can not nothing but cry clumsy. If I do not let him go if his fate was to be this bad? I wish I did not buy it the ball would have been better if my situation? I now really sendiri.Wahai God strengthen me. At the request of my son I was picked up to fly to Malaysia. My son wants me to be by her side when her last.
Look, he's skinny. Two eyes swollen and puffy. I wanted to run but my legs alas no .. I go into the meeting room, he berhambur at me, hugged me tightly, as if I did not want to let go. 'Father, Iya Afraid!' Eratlagi I hugged her.
If could be exchanged, I want to replace it. 'Why, yes, why did you kill her baby?'
'The old man wants to sleep with Iya yes sir. Iyatidak want. Yeah struck. Yes fear, Iya and diajatuh thrust from the room window. And he's dead. Yeah is not wrong, sir? 'I hear it's painful. I'm sorry for the fate of my son. His youth disappear. But I could be anything, the fourth wife of the old man demanded that my children be put to death. He's rich and he was also a man of honor. I've been trying to plea for my son, but he did not want to see me too. In vain I lived in Malaysia for six months to appeal the sentence wanitaitu.
2 years ago,
Today, my son will be hanged. And she will be present to see it. I heard from the clerk if he had come in and was behind me. But I do not want to see it. I see the hand signals of the judges there. The officer opened the board whereon my son. And 'Blass' My Kamila is now dependent. I can not cry anymore. Once convinced was dead, my son down their bodies, I heard footsteps towards the body and the cloth parted anakku.Dia smirk. I tilted my head, and with a vague eye by tears I can see a face that I knew.
'Kania?'
'Mas Har, you ...!'
'You ... you kill your own child, Kania!'
'Yeah? He .. he. Yeah? 'She cried bitterly pointed to my corpse.
'Yes, he Iya us. Yeah who wants to be a soccer player if it is big. '
'No ... Nooo ...' Kania ran toward my body.
Rigid body rocked as she screamed hysterically. An officer approached Kania and give a piece of paper clutched in his hand when he was sent down from the gallows. It reads 'Thank you Mama.'
I just realized, that from the first Kamila already knew she was his mother.
A year ago,
Since then my wife crazy. But does he still istriku.Yang I know, I've never been divorced. Last I heard from him he had committed suicide. He wanted to be buried next to my son's grave, Kamila.
Said the assistant who drove her body to me, she would shout, 'Yes sayaaang, let alone broken, boy?'
You know Kania? This time my heart is broken
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