Ahead of the holiday, I wanted to buy something for Mom. However, it seems that hope must be landfilled. I'm just a teenage girl who has day-to-day work. Just as scavengers disadvantaged. Collecting used and transformed little to sell. However, bad luck lately I only get bottles. Only a matter of days, the feast arrives. I feel lucky to be in this world.
The morning has been welcomed. It's time I leave the world a beautiful dream. I forgot dawn today. Damn, but thankfully last night I had utter faith. RAAA thirst and hunger strikes my stomach was rumbling. I let it go and immediately spilled water all over the body.
"Mother, I went Assalamualaikum," pamitku greet the beloved Mom and immediately took a small cart. I lead today as usual. There are no privileges whatsoever. Just wish there was a miracle that there are from Allah. Could it be my destiny forever. Unable to membahagaikan mother, and could not make other people happy. How can? Have a friend just is not there. Huh ...
I found a few bottles in one of the municipal waste. There was a bottle that appealed to me. I treasure it, I looked at the robe that want I give as a gift for Mom. Imagine the price, my chest felt tight. Not felt, teardrop trickling in clothes that have been worn this.
"Decks, wait," cried the well-dressed gentlemen. He came over and we talked. About berkemasan golden bottle I found earlier. He hoped that I would sell a bottle for her well-paid. Apparently, he is one of the famous bottle exploitation in the city. I'm with eyes, accept it gladly.
I received a red money, the amount of five sheets. Rp. 500.000, - so my count. Alhamdulillah, I prostrated thankful to Allah. Happily, I went to a clothes shop. Still there, and the price is Rp. 250.000, - Complete with veil and shoes. I think it's a relatively cheap price.
I wrapped with cardboard that just I found it in the street. Actually, I'm planning to give him a day before the feast. I was busy thinking about a way to give it the same day. However, never in my head lights appear. Feeling confused haunts. Seeing the evening sky was visible. And passing vehicles look very much.
Brukkk !!! I felt a tremendous pain. All the dark, I could not see anything. Unfortunately I was only a young girl who wants a mother. However, for some reason there seems to be a vehicle that hit me. They refer to as "Truck" I traced the dark path without direction.
A creature with bright white to me. Being approached dilandai smoldering confusion.
"Melody, I have no choice" sounded like a best friend, Vivi he had died.
"What?" I asked innocently, do not want to know.
"You want to be with, or still want in the world,"
"Of course in the world,"
"No, this ajalmu,"
Instantly, her voice light like Vivi went away and I woke up.
"Mother…"
"Son, you finally awake ..."
Turbulent mother happy. I looked at the calendar that was beside me. Mother strike date has passed. It turns out this day of Eid. That means I have passed the Eid prayer. I thought of the shirt there. The box was located next to me. Although the cardboard berumuran blood and little dents and abrasions. However, I'm sure it was still intact. Mother's sake, I will give it,
"Mom ... It's a gift for Mom,"
"Thanks kid, you did good Mother Son,"
I smiled a little, and closed his eyes forever.
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