A Letter for Father

Wednesday, July 26, 2017, I wrote a story that was so meaningful. It is a play in the end of my life about love that will not fade all the time. Father behind this dusk curtain, allow your eldest son to remember the past. Reminiscing with an accompaniment of longing that is increasingly tiring. The more miserable when the gulls are on their way to the nest. Remind your patience in educating your child. Accompanied by this wave patron, I recall memories of learning fortitude with you. Tears dripped without the power to hold my tongue and the arms of feeling full of longing.

Father, your love and love have delivered your child to learn far. So far, I can't imagine your face at the end of the sea. Your longing for a smile and your arms is so tense. Until always imagined this pier is the way back to the hometown.

This is just a glimpse of a small story in me. A glimpse of the story of a meaningful learning journey. Contain incisions of the meaning of life about a father's love and affection. The steadfastness and patience that my father had, delivered his eldest son to continue to learn in the limitations that squeezed.

The edge of the shoreline is a silent witness, a melancholy feeling. Memories occur alternately in remembering childhood trips first. Father, you are like an oasis in my life. Various obstacles and trials in life. You make meaning as a substitute for the learning process. You always instill education in every part of life. Not only intelligence in thinking, but sharpness using the heart in respecting others.

Remember when you first drove me to go to school. one by one the school received nothing because of the limitations in me. But persistence keeps you going, you keep on searching for kilometers, for the sake of opening the doors of hope for the future. A future that doesn't know how your eldest son is accountable.

Father always says that we are a simple family. In contrast to most of our neighbors who are all sufficient. Still imprinted in memory. When in the silence of evening prayers, the father was led out of the worship place. Your son cries to see father slandered and harassed. Why did the father at that time forbid your son to be angry to beat them. Why is father holding your son unbearable in tears. Father always taught about humility, respecting and loving others even though we must be enveloped in insults and insults by them. But it is inappropriate for dad to get this treatment.

Father's fortitude and patience also appeared, when the mother left us. Six months the mother left and never gave a news story. One day my mother came home and happiness radiated from the look on my father's face. But unfortunately, mother's return is the last time for a meeting. Mother sued father because our family lives in a circle of poverty. Mother chided and denounced father in painful expressions. Tears could not be stopped when my father looked at the departure of the mother from behind the door curtain. Mother goes with another man who is more established than father.

Time continues to rotate, sending your son to the gates of higher education. Daddy, I remember when you sent me away with your love. You decided to study at the pesantren. You always insert advice on the provision of light in the science of religion. Science that will be a lantern in the darkness of tyranny. I know that this is hard for me. It is also hard for you. The power of tears drips when you say goodbye to you. It appears that your facial veins indicate that you are very hard to part with me. But you are still in your father's strong position. By saying stumbling you say if a man must be strong. Because you always hope your son brings lanterns in the future. Presents a smile of hope in every limitation. And one more message from you that made sobbing in my father's soul. You will not let me go home before there is a beam of lanterns coming out of my heart.

A moment made the atmosphere quiet in the farewell. Sore in the silence of the heart niche. In this heart always says you don't want to leave your father alone. Step by step and the farther the footprints leave you father. Until until just seen your hand wave accompanying my departure. In addition to the tears that complement the parting.

How are you writing in a feeling of longing? Ten years passed in every stroke of ink science. Ten years your son waits and hopes. Will have a beautiful encounter with you. Ten years also your son holds a holy promise from you. Now your son has grown into a strong young man. Who is ready to survive in every wave of life in the world, which is also ready to emit a lantern, and sail in happiness to the almighty.

Your father has sent your son to sail and clash with hope. While on the other hand you risk your life and body in financing your son. Timeless and unimaginable how tired you are. You give up your body glazed and thin, stung by the sun.

Your spirit father will never die, even with shortness of breath. You keep going and sailing in the army of struggle. Love and sacrifice undermine fatigue in you. Your tears become the fertilizers for the future of your baby. Sometimes you still can't breathe freely, when everyone has drowned in a blanket of warmth. Accompanied by the night breeze, you still work by chopping piece by piece of stone. You always reasoned not to be tired, even though carving of suffering carved in your shoulder. Likewise your eyes look sad and lethargic.

Now your son has succeeded in completing his father's education. Can't wait for your son to wait next month to meet you father. Accompanied by the swishing sound of the beach sand. Your son always imagines meeting you. Imagine when from a distance saw father was wrestling with work. Every footprint moves closer to the encounter distance. Father's face that looked faint from a distance began to become more visible. The veins carved in father's face indicate maturity. Father's stiff hands never stop in removing the sweat and sweat of the father's body.

Your son's legs tremble, father tears come to see his father's sacrifice. The heart feels wrapped, makes the tongue and throat seem to be blocked by mute. Unable to say that your son is in front of you father. When my father looked away at me. For a moment Dad's face was moved. Do not believe in seeing the theatrical life in father.

With short breaths I ran and hugged Father's body. Until the world was crying touched in the show of the meeting. Inwardly said, "Thank you father, your love and love affirm the steps of my life's journey. Your fortitude and patience are no longer an inspiration in me. But it is the inspiration of every inspiration carved in the footsteps of the past. Your wounds and grief will soon be eroded by the lantern. The lantern that the father keeps with tears of love and affection.