I LOVE YOU PAST, NOW, AND FUTURE
Almost all the people like to have a holiday, like students, collage, or workers. They’ll spend their holiday with interesting activities. Holiday for students is time to rest their mind from lesson at school. Some of them spent a holiday with went to recreation parks, to other city or mall. But some of them spent their time at home with watched television, played game on-line, or help their parents. I think there is two kind of spend holiday, went to the other city or stayed at home.
Oke, on December, I had a holiday. Yeah, “Welcome holiday!” . This time, I had a long holiday I thought because for the first semester I had two weeks holiday. Usually, in the first semester, I only have a weeks holiday. But, for this time I got a holiday longer than before.I didn’t go anywhere. Like I said, there are two kind of how they spend holiday. Based on it, I think I was the second kind to spend holiday. Yeah I spent my time at home. My parents can’t take the holidays. So I was alone at home. Woke up, cleaned the house, watched television, chatted, ate, study. Those were my activities. A little bored, cause I confuse how to spend my holiday alone. But just enjoyed my freak holiday.
My freak holiday will be my unforgettable holiday too. There was a bad news for my family and I. It was my most bad news I ever heard, when you heard your lovely father had gone. You wouldn’t see his smile, his beautiful eyes, his good face. You wouldn’t hear his advice, his words from his mouth.
On 29th December 2010, he was still among of us, my mother and I. We was still have communication. When I was on my bed and saw me study, he said that beside study, student must have a rest. That was the last words from him and I’ll always remember it. After entered my room, he went to sleep. At that time, my mother was overslept on the living room. On, 30th December 2010 at 2 am. When my father slept on the night, God called him. He has gone. At 5 am, when my mother would wake him up, she found my father’s body was stiff and cold.
Then my mother woke me up as soon as possible. My mother cried and called our family. My mom wanted if my father was buried on Magelang, the city where my father was born and growth. I tried to make her calm. We were so confused because we didn’t have any family in Bandar Lampung. Then, I run to my neighbours. I asked for their help. After that, my neighbours came to my house and help us. After that I called my friends to tell about it. When I told them I can’t stop cry. I was still unbelievable that my father had gone. We were busy, busy to tell family and we have been confused because my mom and I were down.
Alhamdulillah there’s so many people help us. So, on 8 am, my father was bath. After that, I prepared myself and my clothes which will be brought to Magelang. Then we went to mosque to prayed for my father. I was sad, very sad. Never I thought that I will be bath and prayed my father. Then we went to hospital to gave my father formalin because he’d go to Magelang.
My brother who was at Semarang when heard this news as soon as possible went to airport. He bought the ticket from Semarang – Tanjung Karang. Alhamdulillah he got the ticket easily. So do us, we got ticket Tanjung Karang-Yogyakarta easily because my cousin who worked as a pilot help us. He had relation so we got ticket easily.
From the hospital, we went to airport. There, my brother and my family from Jakarta had been wait. They felt the same feel like us, sad then cry. We arrived at Magelang at 8 pm. In there, so many people waited for us. They waited my father, my lovely faher who always make me smile.
Finally on 31th December 2010, my father was buried at Giriloyo Graveyard, Magelang. I can’t stop cry. Saw my father rest in rip, saw the tombstone was wrotten, “R. Prihartono – lahir 28 April 1964 – wafat 30 Desember 2010”. It made us so sad.
Now, my father had been calm there. “We will always sent you prayer, dad. Don’t worry, we’ll save mom and do the best for our life without you. I love you in the past, now, and future”.
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