From day to night I always accompanied him. He was so persistent he did not know fatigue even though sweat dripped under the hot sun. I know he must be tired and want to take a break even for a moment but still he thinks that resting will waste time if too much is taken.
I know ... From the brown body is ripe, thin, strong hands even small and of course the leg muscles are formed because he often runs a warrior. Fighters for 8-year-old boys where when they come home there is always at the door and the word that is always said, "hooray father come home". If I can cry, I want to cry and return the cheers, "yes, son. Your fighters go home. But once again I'm just silent. However, he is always good. When he arrived at the hut, he wiped me with attention, if something happened to me he immediately corrected it as I now sewn it and after that it was given some fresh coffee.
I and my friends thank God for meeting him. Even though we were worn out, broken, and many said we were not worthy, he always smiled. when the battle asked why he was still wearing us, he would answer while smiling, "he was a silent witness". Once again, God ... let me cry ..
But now everything is quiet. I was silent without being able to express myself on my Lord's hard couch. I can still hear, the sound of crying from the child. My Lord has called because of illness.
"Sir ... why don't you rest to get well? why don't you buy medicine from your work? "Of course nobody heard my scream.
Now me and my friends will be on display. oh, God ... give me mister .. Without realizing it, I lifted up. I see who raised me. The child. Oh ... Will he kill me?
"Shoes ... you're so nice to accompany you. I will take care of you, and soon I will wear you. "