I'm No Longer With Her

I'm No Longer With Her

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I put my hands in his fingers. Quilts gently on their heads until they do not feel. I kissed her forehead so they could feel the warmth of my love. Remembered the words of his dad that we would be happy in the world and take his heaven together. But it will only be his best advice to me to await my bright future with our baby. Not because I can not afford to lose it, but it's just a matter of time to get things right.

I'm only a 24-year-old mother. However, the destiny of God says otherwise. Not even eight years old my marriage, my beloved husband left me to pick up his heaven first. A glimpse of the shadow of the past comes back to life, remembering the hard times I had to face at the time.

My mouth was silent, my body unable to strengthen my bones. Looking at the room smelled of medicine with eyes that no longer clear. The ears could no longer hear what the people around me were saying. My mind drifted through the half-life of my soul. But a few hours passed, my silence stopped. My eyes widened looking here and there. And my ears opened wide for me to be able to find lovers. With a stammer I venture to ask my mother,

"Mom, where is my husband? Is not this a bu hospital? What's wrong with me? "I asked in a low voice.
Mother stared at me, as if to clarify her words to me, "It's okay my pretty, your husband's different room with you. Because your husband is not too bad compared to you, mother just ask you to rest "replied my mother.
My breath was relieved, my eyes began to shine brightly. My desire to go home with my husband was hovering my dad. I've been thinking about cooking her favorite food, and I promise to give her a meal when my body is able to stand upright, and my fingers are able to be moved simultaneously.

Rushing I asked for help to help my mother stand up and lead me in the direction where I should take the holy water. Kubasahi ten fingers and my palms, washed my entire face to look fresh again. I drank water all over my hands to my elbows. I cleaned the tip of my hair and ears. Finally the soft kuelus of my feet with water from the ankles to the soles of the feet. Then while I prayed for my gratitude to the Almighty still given a long life.

Mother's shoulders supported me back to my bed, and I saw my father was issuing blue and red money from his wallet to be handed over to the hospital staff. Seeing him so tired I tried to hold back my tears, I step foot so that these tears do not spill in front of my mother. Mother-eyed, mother put on a head cover for me and pulled my blanket so that my legs could not be seen by anyone. I moved my hands slowly while I said the sentence slowly. Until the last rakaat mother still loyal waiting beside me while stroking my head after prayer. I kiss the back of his hand and rest my head on his shoulder.
As I spoke softly I said, "Mom, forgive the word to make mom and dad have to spend the night here ?. Who will keep my children bu? ".
She leaned my shoulder against the cushion where I was in the hospital, in a quiet tone the mother replied, "There are your sisters and your aunts who will look after your children, calm down the most important thing you can recover first".
"Yeah, thank you for looking after me and the kids well, but can you take me to meet my husband?", Do not feel this tears drip into the hands of the mother. Unable to contain it again, I raised my hands and asked the Lord to continue to look after my parents.
My mother and I were lost in solitude. Taste l

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