Thank God, it has reminded

Thank God, it has reminded.

Afternoon, home office, as always I wait for the bus in front of Chase Plaza,
to take me home, met with both my children were still
aged 2 years and 9 months. Mikhail and Fara name. Weather
menggerahkan my body. Tired day's work, with all the problems that
there during the work. For a week now I always forget to ask
Either ask my second state had lunch or not,
how their daily lives, or just play for the telephone
listen to the voice of the pieces of my heart, the eldest Mikhail already many
talk. Even I forgot that today both beloved baby
being sick with the flu. I was too busy to have time to forget them.
But ah, I think I left the baby with my parents and
guardians. So, for what I would confuse it? Jahatkah I?
I think really, I mean. But I'm more concerned with my job
rather than family.

I mused. This morning before leaving I was again forgotten
supplying a husband with two slices of bread omelete favorite. I also
forget the warm sweet tea equip his car. I was sulking
because my husband asked for a regular breakfast in the car. I am
cape Mas, I've got to prepare lunch before their children
Oma entrusted her to the place. I've got to finish the laundry before I
a shower this morning. And a million reason to no longer discuss problems
breakfast routine car. And this has been going on for one week anyway. Ah,
I also forgot the preferred habit husband, it turns out. In fact, I
apologize with my behavior this week.In fact, I will forget Salah already this week !!! What a wonderful me. But I think God understands. So I thought for the office. And

I will drown with my work at the office. At that time, 5:25 o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was overcast, with moist air. Thirsty. I forgot to drink before going home earlier. I should provide a glass of drink to my lunch journey. I need 2 hours drive from the office to my house in Bintaro. Again, the reasons busy which made me forget to bring my green glasses were used to "sleep" in my bag. At that moment my eyes fixed with 2 siblings, children Street performer. No bare feet, dirty and rundown. Their age about 4 and 2 years old. My eyes were drawn to her sister. His face was haggard. Dirty and silent. Looks sweet face even though I think the little boy never bathe. No bare feet. No visible injuries ditelapak little feet, petite feet Mikhail pieces of my heart. The sister laughed when a young woman giving a fraction Rp. 2000 to brother. How wonderful the brother. Given a sheet to the sister, and the adikpun receive with cheerful hearts. Considers money Rp sheet. 1000 was singing a little. Ah, she sings from my childhood. Balonku five, assorted colors. I Mikhail fruit imagine my heart sing that song. Definitely hands can not be separated from my cheek, as the temple of the song "dor" the fruit of my heart always hit my cheek. I smiled at the child. His voice. Yes, his voice still too slurred. His right hand holds a thousand sheets, hand His left holding a musical instrument kecrekan of the bottle cap. How plain face. The brother sat sidewalk while dispel the flies milling the head sister. I know, for sure he does not wash. Uh, bath alone may rarely let alone wash your hair? Suddenly, it was past 5:35 pm. Dark yet.

But I do not know how many buses were missed due to my course
kekhusyukanku plain view two boys in front of me ?. I reach for my wallet.
Duh, diminishing. I had to buy milk my baby is small. I
also have to buy the tools that have been destroyed kosmetikku children played
eldest. Anyway, I do have to buy today. But the landscape
in front of me made my heart melt. I took a sheet of twenty thousand and
give to his brother. Surprised, of course. The sister did not lose
surprised. She cried, her sister asked her brother: I can
eat today ya kak ya. Hhh .. I smiled sadly. So happy
they received the sheets from me. I chided her sister "you two have not
eat? "My question was answered with a nod of the head slowly.
At that time also I shed tears. I'm sorry for all. Her sister did not
wearing any pants. Even I could see that his brother a
women. Some people who were waiting for the bus, make
conversation with the boys as their spectacle. Some
Nothing gives a piece 5000an. Ah, Jakarta!
"You want to eat? Shall I buy food?" Again my question
answered with a small nod. The younger brother smiled at me. Ah,
The innocent smile. No burden. Without meaning. But I know,
happy smile that smile of innocence. I invite them to
a rice shop in Padang near Chase Plaza, office. I offer
food as they please. The look on their faces pale. I understand, they
already hungry and thirsty. I watched them eat. Duh, greedily. I
itself did not eat all day before, because again kesibukanku
in the office. Have I been so strong that I was able to
forget about lunch, unable to forget my duty as a wife and mother
of 2 baby dear? I grab the cigarette mentholku, and I smoke
slowly. Duh, cigarettes never be separated from me, as if he couples
My life. I noticed his brother. "What is your name?" Answer shyly
out of his mouth "Ririn, Mother". Ah, the name Ririn. A beautiful name.
But why fate is not beautiful ?. I was daydreaming. Suddenly I became
unusually whiny. Tears drip. Duh, as bad as this the name
Jakarta? To be able to create two boys who were eating
dihadapanku be a street musician with a makeshift kecrekan
in the midst of tall buildings? In fact, they are not pants dalampun
have. May have, but only a few. I do not ask that.
I think it is not necessary. How stupid I am !.  "You're home where?" I did not get an answer. Just shake baby's head. Ah, they do not have a home. Their home in the soil cardboard, near Senen station. "Walking and bus passenger from Senen for ngamen "said his brother. I'm dreaming. I smoke my cigarette deeply. Cardboard house? Stuffy? Without parents? Mosquito? Disease? Dirt every where? Anyone concerned with the future of small Ririn? Is there who cares? Why are they there in Jakarta? Why can meet me

here? Suddenly my thoughts were dashed. "Mom, thank you we've a good meal. "My eyes filled with tears." Yes, together. Hopefully you are full and happy "I answered weight. Ririn small smile. I think he stuffed. Forehead sweat talk. Then he began to play kecrekan gembelnya. It reads irregular. No tone at all. Only cadelnya voice that made me smile. I glazed. Delight could give meaning to them. "Mother, do not daydream. I want to sing Ms ". Ah, sing? For me? What's so special I ?. I was stunned. The slurred voice. Sound innocent. They sing a song for me. I do not understand the song. But my ears sounded wonderful. Ah, I was given a gift: a song!. "Now you both go home. Still there were missed you both. It provision for the streets ". I gave a piece of twenty thousand, a liter of water mineral, sweet bread and slippers for the two boys. Greatness. But It is okay. They love to wear new sandals. I looked at both boy with a smile. They were running to catch a bus. Somewhere else they go. Finding money lagikah? Or go home their cardboard Senen station periphery as their saying that? I was touched, water eyes dripping. Jakarta Ah ... you're so mean.

Already at 7 through 10. I must be late once to my mother's house. I must pick up pieces of my heart and then go home to my house. I sat bus. Silent. I once again shed tears. Am I reprimanded God? Am I disentil Him? The plain eye. The innocent eyes reprimanded me, Lord. I forgot grateful for what he has given me. I forgot with my children. I forgot my responsibility as a husband and mother and wife. Ririn small sharp cut right eye. I reprimanded him. By small eyes grief plain without it. Fara small dipangkuanku asleep. Mikhail, my eldest fruit tenderly plays daddy hair. "Papa, today I was able learn coloring. Today I was eating a lot. I was going to drink drug. I today so Papa smart kid ". Celotehannya that lisp made me teary smile. "Mikhail not want the story to Mama? "I asked." Mikhail not want the story to Mama. The mama mama busy. "Even the sulungpun now started away from me. He even more affectionate with daddy. My husband. Duh, it feels like needle stick. Sick. But I was silent. It was all my fault. Asleep. Mikhail and Fara asleep already. Responses will be story of husband, just smiled. Very wise. "That is the warning of God for you. Then prostrate. Please pardon Him. "That night I Salah. Begged for forgiveness in which power over kemalasanku as a mother. Ask forgiveness has been forgotten. I looked both innocent face my beloved fruit. Asleep. Looks puddle dibantal their saliva. Fara smiled. My little baby when sleeping it is like a small smile. Unfortunately Mama ... Teardrop back flowing dipipiku. I wonder who the second boy I met this afternoon after work, whoever small Ririn looked plain, whoever was singing a song disebuah me rice shop. I know, it's innocent eyes reproached with very sharp. Thank God, has sent two little boy, poor no meaning, to change my life. Could they You tell me?