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Doom is like a bill of debt. Not expected to come, but certainly visited. Anyone will be able to turn traffic deaths. No matter the age, let alone social status. Sometimes, never imagined, when death is ready to meet a dear person.

Not all of us ready to face the death of those we love. Does the mother, father, husband, wife, children and other relatives. In a variety of unpreparedness that we can react unconsciously expressed. Started crying, angry, and even fainting. And that is now faced Bu Neng.

A month already Bu Neng second son died. The youngest age of three years is no longer helpless in the face Tipes disease. Actually, the boy kept hoping for Bu Neng large: cute, smart, nimble, and obedient. There are many other good qualities that only Mother Neneng themselves understood.

She could still see how the child's prayer. Diligent, but funny. He often wore his cap a big course. One of the most harmonious prayer the youngest hate: basil. The reason, in the fall rukulah cap. "Well, come off!" Said the youngest in memory of Mrs. Neneng.

His smile was the youngest has not lost in the shadow of Bu Neng. Sweet, charming. Tiredness after the trouble in the kitchen could vanish if the youngest smile. "Tired, yes, Mom?" He said, taking off his smile. Her lips parted beautiful. His gaze was so hard to interpret a concern that very deep. Like, he wanted to give a gift in exchange for Bu Neng distress. But, just a smile can offer.

"Ah, my son ...," Mrs. Neneng muffled voice. Mothers who are also employees of a private company as drawn in the shadow of the youngest lawsuit. If it were so, he drowned in guilt. He felt that his work has split at the office of his two worlds. World women and women who want to develop the potential and careers.

However, the sharpness of the lawsuit that her husband often blunted Bu Neng. "You're not the type of mother who abandoned the child. And again, hours of work you're only six hours a day, "said the husband assured. At that moment, the spirit of Bu Neng refreshed. Speech he really think his heart straight crookedness that is not karuan.

Bu Neng also been blamed aides. "What the hell, sister. Kok sick children do not cepet taken to a doctor! Basic village! "Bu Neng snapped one day. No longer control his anger. He forgot about his anger was directed to an old woman the same age as her mother. Santunnya suddenly evaporates some where. And, Inahlah Mbok tears that eventually reduce Bu Neng emotions. Sobs a woman who had little care when re-align Bu Neng reason.

Unfortunately, reasoning that came too late. Inah Mbok already sick. His heart was torn apart by words such as his young master. Inah Mbok really want to protest. Bu Neng not just a loss, he was like losing a precious jewel. That alone makes the heart stricken. Especially if blame blame as 'village'! Since then, Bu Neng no longer able to enjoy Inah Mbok services. The old mother had returned home.

Who else can be blamed? The feeling is that often piercing the heart Bu Neng. Her subconscious was still unable to accept the reality of what happened. Why should the youngest. Why not someone else. Why God is not fair!

Make this one, awareness Bu Neng actually in the lowest level. And that's when he thought the conflict had claimed his understanding of destiny. He was disappointed with the verdict of God. In fact, once he understood that God is Wise. He knew very well that a bad event has two sides: the test and wisdom.

But, that's where the problem. Disappointment Bu Neng had buried his consciousness. He no longer could see the two sides. Examination was heavy make sense Bu Neng dose. And, his views about the wisdom behind it like a suspicion of smoke covered in destiny. Why should the youngest is just three years to enjoy life? Why not him. He is more pleasure if the bungsulah who feel what he feels right now.

Maybe, when this is Mrs. Neneng feel something tangible from destiny. That fate, especially in contact with the dying will intersect with a lot of things. Problem understanding, maturity, readiness, awareness, and patience. How often, he said 'take what is' to a friend musibah.Tapi affected, it is only limited understanding. Others have not.

Bu Neng consciousness began to recover when he looked around the room his home. Lonely. No more giggling laughter the youngest. No more saying 'Tired, huh Mom?'. No more entertainment cap fell. No more smile that makes good heart. That is the reality. Life is real, there was death. If you dare to accept life, why be afraid to meet death. "My youngest is already dead," whispered her heart of hearts. Slowly but surely, his consciousness began to rise.

Bu Neng awareness figure reminiscent of a Muslim in the time of the Prophet, Umm Sulaym. A mother who just hid the news of the death of the son of his father's only child traveling far. She worried that her husband was shocked. With patience, awareness, and maturity, sweet tertutur news of his mouth. "The owners have taken possession of dititipkanNya," that's saying to her husband Sulaim Umm.

How he was very familiar about the story, but only time can give birth admiration. Not all knowledge led to consciousness. And this time, he really felt dwarfed when compared with the story he used to say it. How could a mother can cope with single sons obituaries.

"Astaghfirullah!" Bu Neng began regret that. Knows how many victims who have been subjected to kepicikannya. Somehow Inah Mbok feeling in the village now. And one more, he has sued the wisdom of the All-Wise, God Almighty.

Life and death are the secrets of God. No one who knows, what life was born. And no one thinks, who picked up the death. Doom is not like a bill of debt. Only difference, death came not say anything. [muhammadnuh@eramuslim.com]