 Takbir's voice weakened, indicating the day of victory had arrived. This time the expectation of the mother had vanished, the child who had been waiting for from overseas did not go home - the noble mother's cooking was tasted by herself while looking away, could she imagine if she and her child, occasionally looked down stroking his wrinkled fingers.
"Ma'am ... my mother did not go home maybe because she is now forbidden to go home." Now there is a corona outbreak, so the government forbids going home, this is all for the safety of the mother, so she is not infected with Covid - 19 disease,
"Yeah ... maybe come home next year" while holding his flavor in front of me.
"I hope there will be no corona virus next year so we will be busy again like last year," said the mother as if she was going to entertain herself ,,
The cooking that is cooked by the mother seems to have no sense anymore because the person who is missed does not come - come, it hasn't been met for a full year, and the hope for this victory is the great hope because surely the only child is a holiday, but what all power is God's will, we only plans for the rest of God to be the final determinant.
At night, the mother stares at the starry sky as if hoping to see her child there, unconsciously the mother shed tears, perhaps are tears that can not be dammed anymore, in the heart conveyed his longing through his gaze, the sound of a trickle adds to the silence that night, and reminiscent of his childhood days.
Maybe my child is there in a difficult situation because until now there has been no news, never called even though he was the most diligent to call me, every day at least twice, but during this Corona virus reportedly no longer exists.
I don't know ... hopefully he is healthy.
As he limped he held a picture of his son in the living room, staring deeply with longing.
Son ... I hope you are fine there ...
Kid ... suppose you were here,
whatever food you ask for I will prepare it, while rubbing the photo of her child with trembling hands, no mother feels overslept on a chair while holding a photo of her child.
how noble the heart of the mother, maybe we have never hurt her, made her cry but all of that does not corner her heart to continue to love her child, in truth the mother does not need wealth, what she needs is love from the child himself. a mother's heart is noble even if hurt, indeed we must believe that heaven is at the feet of your mother.
Hopefully next year the mother can meet with her child, can enjoy special cuisine and joke with her beloved child.
