Love Islam School

What's the most awaited, a woman who had just married? Surely the answer is pregnancy. How far one way to go, as heavy as any steps that must be rocked, however long a time lived, relentless certainty to get one from a midwife; "positive".


Although heavy, no one made him able to survive unless the seed in the womb. Crying, laughing, sad and happy no different to him, because he was more interested in what your child feels in his stomach. Often he asked; menangiskah he? Tertawakah he? Sad or bahagiakah he's in there? Even when the time comes, nothing can match the love that had given, when the dead would be at stake as long as the successor generation can be born into the world. The pain was gone instantly hear the first cries of the baby, no matter the blood and sweat that kept pouring. At that moment, an episode just love spinning.


No one was more proud to be discussed in addition to the children. Not one of the most interesting themes to be discussed with co-workers, peers, relatives and families, except the children. Little had just blurted out "Ma ..." He immediately picked up the phone to preach to all who have listed phone. As the first stand, she cried hysterically, of emotion, pride and a little bit afraid of the fall and injuries. The first day of school was when she first witnessed her first step of success. While at the same time, his mind continued to wander and never left his lips to pray, hoping her husband did not stop provision. In order for the small footsteps was not stopped in the middle of the road.


"For the children", "For the children", a major reason when he was in the market little shopping. When he was in a party of a relative or a family and a few pieces of food wrapped in tissue. He always remembered his son every mouthful of rice, every bite of cake, each time going shopping for clothes for her. Not infrequently, he nevertheless bought clothes for him and changed to take clothes for children. In fact, just yesterday afternoon she bought baby clothes. Even though, sometimes he must owe. Again, the one reason, for the sake of children.


While dazed mind set of limited finances, check out his notes. In the small paper that reads: 1. Children school fees, 2. Buy milk children, ... The next sequence number only needs the other. But obviously there is always the child needs to be priorities. In fact, there is no rice at home was not why, as long as baby milk still be bought. Will not let your baby cry, nothing will be done in order to smile and laugh merrily still sound.


He became a teacher who was never paid, became an assistant who had never paid, a waitress who often forgotten respected, and become Babbysitters most loyal. Occasionally he became a singing princess sweet snow waiting for edits from the prince. The next day he would become the neighing of horses, ran after him and banish the enemy so as not to interfere. Or when he was with lihainya become a rabbit hopping around the garden, looking for carrots to eat everyday. Only the screams of laughter and fun needed to hear of stories that never absent didongengkannya. Drowsiness and fatigue are no longer ignored, even to disguise the yawn sound with a tiger's roar. Or to pretend the witch fell and died just to be able to close my eyes for a second. However, your child is not too closed, and asked him to tell stories to all. In sleepiness, he kept even storytelling.


Nothing is done at every morning before breakfast the children will go to college. Not one of the most awaited return in addition to her husband and children dear. Sentence immediately, "had anything to eat yet?" do not forget the time just flew into the house. No matter though the little one had often buckle in her arms she had become adults who can buy their own lunch on campus.


Days when the adult child who has been able to take important decisions in her life, to determine the path of life with her partner, who is the most crying? Who was the first to shed tears? Look at the corner of his eye, has become the ocean of tears in an instant. Heavy-hearted steps led her to the fruit aisle seat. he cried to see her son smiling happily clad in a wedding dress. At that moment, he realized the baby years into a puddle outpouring of love was no longer only his. There is one more heart is tied, in which he hoped berlirih, "Shall you my son?"


As dusk arrived. When the wrinkles on the hands and face began to talk about her age. He also realized, that in a minute's time ended. Only one asked often spoken from his lips, "if the mother dies, the mother wanted the children to bathe the mother. I want a bath with your lap". Not only that, any prayer he asked for the body of one of her children. "To not waste your educating mothers become a righteous son since childhood," he said.


Duh mother, hopefully I can answer that later pintamu. How could I not want to meet that begged? Since my mother had taught him the little meaning of love really. Mom is my love madrassas, schools that only have one subject: love. Schools that there is only one teacher: lovers. Schools that all students were given a name: the dicinta. [Bayu Gawtama]