A week ago came an invitation for us children of the Orphanage, delivered a mother and her daughter to school at about high school. They ride the blue Corolla, out of clothing, the manner of talking and the behavior of this guest is a gedongan or a group that lives more than adequacy. They are orphanage children to join the birthday party at seven o'clock at night. And we set out at the appointed time of twenty-three, including the father and the mother of the dormitory on foot, for the distance was only ten houses apart.
Entourage are welcomed in and the children try to sit in the back, but are told to mingle with the other guests of teenagers. They were healthy, fragrant. Dressed in expensive and cheeky cheeks, I struggled against my inherent nature sitting in the middle of the vast living room on the cross-legged carpet, stiff and awkward among the ranks of antiques and various furniture under the lamp crystal hanging But what a wonder I did not have a cake and candle blowing show, no applause accompany Hepi-Bisde-Tuyu Hepi-Bisde-Tuyu Song.
Then a teenager reads the Luqman chapter in his most vociferous voice and his voice turns into a sparkling pearl of a necklace to the neck of his listener. Then Lia's birthday speech is very moving "In this event Not me who is the center of attention is commemorated or size, but mama, yes, our mama, our mother and father.Mother and my father the center of our attention.Today, then mama bore me My breech position is too big So mama must be sectio Caesaria mama dissected, bloody All families worried and pray Outside the operating room sat waiting for news in extraordinary anxiety.But alhamdulillah, birth survived even though mama is suffering nowadays , sixteen years already my birthday is celebrated, I think, it is not logical that I am the center of attention, it should be the mama who became the center of attention, mama and not me I think, illogically I ask for a gift, it should be a gifted mama ... "
The girl paused. She was so moved. Then she grabbed a shiny paper bag, tied with a flower-shaped ribbon. "Mama Thank you mama, thank you Mama for giving me my hard-earned Mama's life Bloody blood tonight, 16 years ago. Accept gratitude ananda uncertain price. "His mama stood Fascinated at the words of his daughter, touched in the way of his mind that he was unexpected, he immediately hugged a child coughing cry. Answer sobbing, the audience shed tears too, the atmosphere gripped the taste and silence for a long time.
Then the sister participated in the event "The lofty attendees, this is a surprise for us Because with the last year this event is very different, Lia did not want to blow the candle, because it found in encyclopedia, Man in Stone Age in Europe believe in the power of flame candles, so superstition can evict magic, evil spirits, leaks and memedi so he said, including sijundai, demons, ghosts, kuntilanak and gendruwo.And it continues to the ancient Roman era, then composed again next superstition that would be the candles that blow the flame all dead then will be granted what is the dream in the heart Lia did not want to re-event so stained by superstition.
Events determined by the culture of ignorance of ancient times He said: 'Kok blazing candle 16 candles can determine my fate ?, Allah SWT who determine my fate must be my hard work, I do not want to be fooled superstition Although extinct coming from the west or even east, I do not want to be fooled their culture Ask for a gift from Papa and Mama Ask for a gift from my family and friends. I do not want to be just a flock of parrot birds that smart to imitate Dutch and American customs In our anniversary event 'so he said. "
After the weeping with the mother It was the birthday blessings "the most wishful gift from a good prayer with hamdalah and salawat, because I want to be a good boy of her behavior, so the jewelry around my mother's neck, so my daddy's heartfelt, get along with her siblings and my younger siblings, groping with all the neighbors, and later in adulthood Useful for Indonesia. "The orphaned boy who gets the invitation, look with his friends are welcome to eat together, hear the story of his impression now:" In the meal I enjoy delicious white rice Rice Rajalele, thin balado jerky, grilled goldfish and fried shrimp, big and fat-fattened, I have never resisted shrimp from it .. In salted fish dorms and tempeh like the usual songs of immortal, dadang-sometimes even a day -day When I saw my look ahead, I saw the kind-hearted host, the father and the mother Standing with Lia his daughter talking very mesakya.I imagine my deceased father, you just as old as this father, he died.
