nature of the crab

Probably many know the form of crabs, but not many know the nature of the crab. Hopefully you do not have a jealous nature crab.
In the Philippines, rural people loved to catch and eat crabs fields. Crabs were small in size but it's quite tasty. Crabs were easily captured at night, then put in a bowl / container, without bound.
The next day, the crabs will be boiled and then eaten for a side dish for several days. The most interesting part of this habit, the crabs will always try to get out of the basin, their utmost, by using strong claws-claws.
But a reliable crabber always calm even when the results are always trying to escape prey.
The recipe is only one, namely the hunter knew well the nature of the crab.
If there is a crab that almost escaped out of the basin, his friends would have to haul it back to the basics.
If there is more to rise rapidly to the mouth of the basin, again his friend would pull it down ... and so on until finally nothing worked out.
The next day the hunters stay boil them all, and die of envy was a flock of crab.
Similarly, in this life ... without realizing we are also sometimes be like crabs that.
That should rejoice if a friend or relative we have success we even suspect, lest that success is not achieved by bener.
Especially in business or anything else that contains an element of competition, the nature of envy, jealousy, or a hypocrite will become apparent and if not we soon realize we've unwittingly killing ourselves.
Success will come if we can realize that in business or competition is important is not who wins, but more importantly than that how far we can develop ourselves fully. If we grow, we may win or may lose in a competition, but certainly we are victorious in this life.
Sign someone is 'crab':
1. Always remember the mistakes outsiders (can be another person or situation) that is past and make it a principle / guidelines in the act
2. Many criticize but no change
3. Hobbies discuss the weaknesses of others but do not know the weaknesses of himself busy so he just pulled the crabs coming out of the bowl and forget about the escape attempt itself. .. Should crabs that mutual assistance out of the basin, but well ... it takes a great soul to do it ...
Consider how much time do you use to think of ways to be a winner. In social life, business, school, or religion. And replace that time to think about ways of developing yourself into a healthy and successful person.
No matter how much cats fight, always have lots of kittens born

Chicken and Eagle

A farmer found the eagle's egg and put them together eggs are. After hatching, the eagle lived and behaved exactly like the chicks, because he thought that he was a chicken. He scraped the ground to find worms and insects. He was squawking and crowing. He would flutter and fly a few feet in the air.

One day, he saw an eagle flying proudly on the space. "WOW, incredible! Who is he? "He said with admiration.

"That's the eagle, the king of all birds!" Said the chicken around it.

"If only we could fly, huh? incredible! "

"Ah do not be dreaming! He is extraterrestrial beings, we are only creatures of the earth. We're just a chicken! "

Once, the eagle to eat, drink, live and eventually die as a chicken, because that is his opinion about him.

Do we want menjdi "chicken" when we all are "hawks"?

The answer lies in ourselves.

What do we think?

If we think CAN, we certainly CAN, if we think WILL FAIL,
failure that we will get!

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams"

Mahdi Party

Mr. Mahdi has appeared neat, berpeci black, dressed in white coco and blue plaid sarong. He stood in the doorway of her gate, welcomed the invited guests. Yesterday, a letter of invitation celebration of 200 sheets have been sent to the homes of neighbors and close friends.
In the family room is large enough like the hall, Mrs. Mahdi busy preparing dishes buffet style with a special menu. On a long table cloth-clad green, there gule and goat satay, satay chicken, grilled chicken, fried chicken, chicken opor, Bestik beef, oxtail soup, pickles, sambal liver. Also there are various kinds of fresh fruit: red apples, green grapes, citrus imports, peer and banana.
With a beaming face, Mr. Mahdi glanced at his watch. Already at 19:30. He suspects, invited guests will attend at exactly 20:00 hours, according to the time written in the letter of invitation. Minutes passed, and when his watch was showing at 19:55 PM, not a single guest in attendance. Mrs. Mahdi rushed out of the living room, having finished preparing that special dish.
"How come no one has come, sir?" he asked in a tense face."Maybe the people in this neighborhood are very disciplined, ma'am. They will probably come up promptly at eight. Five minutes," said Mr. Mahdi, his face suddenly seemed too tense.
Mrs Mahdi sneer. "Uh! Attending a party invitation really hour. Basic quasi-discipline," she muttered angrily.Mr. Mahdi also started to hit annoyed, because there is also no one invited guests were present at his home. He began to wonder, why the neighbors nearby also not present? Whether they're not home? He did not know all the neighbors, having just moved a week ago. Her new home a magnificent two-story lies in the middle of vacant land in the middle of the housing. First, he bought a number at once, and in the middle magnificent house that he built it. Now, her house was only the grandest houses in the residential area. Neighboring houses just type 21 and 36.
"Could all the neighbors and friends close to you no one willing to attend, sir?" Mom asked, looking annoyed Mahdi."Be patient, ma'am. Maybe it was the custom in this village, if an invitation is always late." Mr. Mahdi tried to console themselves.
"But this was after fifteen minutes, sir."Mr. Mahdi glanced at his watch back. It was after fifteen minutes of eight o'clock. The face of Mrs. and Mr. Mahdi Mahdi increasingly tense, as the minutes went by, but there has not been any invited guests who attended.
Three assistants and two driver appeared smiling in the doorway of the family room. They must hope that the celebration party that fails, or only a small portion of invited guests attended. Because, if it fails to shower or just a small part of invited guests attended, then there will be many remaining dishes that can be taken home to be enjoyed with family at home.
Now less than 10 hours 21 minutes. And still no one has invited guests in attendance. Annoyed, Mr. Mahdi and then try to call close friends who have been invited. But they all turn off his phone. While the telephone in their homes also could not be reached.
"What we need to tell the drivers to remind the neighbors close to be coming soon, sir?" Bu Mahdi confused."Ah, do not bother, ma'am."
"But what if the party fails celebration tonight, sir?""If no one is willing to come, we just do not bother, ma'am."
"You're What's the matter, sir?""Ah, please, ma'am. What is important, we held shower nadzar we have done. And if it turns out no one came, none of our business. Dish that we already serve, can be taken home by a chauffeur-driver."
Bu Mahdi then silence. But his heart is troubled. He suspects, all the neighbors and close friends already know how Mr. Hasan is the corrupt officials. Mansion was also the result of corruption.
"If there is no next nine guests, we just close this gate, and all the lights off, Mom. I'm tired, to sleep. Tomorrow I've got a lot of important events. There was a meeting at the hotel." Mr. Mahdi began to seem desperate.
Mrs. Mahdi then rushed into the bedroom. Resentment mingled sadness can not dibendungnya. He brooded while reflecting on the dresser. Now, he seems to being stripped by the neighbors and close friends. They are not willing to attend must be because was not going to enjoy the dishes that come from the proceeds of corruption.
Now, everywhere it was no movement condemned the corruptors. Now, all the officials who live and have bermewah luxury mansion has become the gossip surrounding communities. And since emerging movement condemned the corrupt, Mr. Mahdi seem worried. Then, Mrs. Mahdi suggested to hold a celebration party event by inviting all the neighbors and close friends. In the shower, in addition to enjoying special meals, all guests are requested to read prayers to be led by a cleric.
"If we build homes we live in, we do have to hold a thanksgiving feast, ma'am," said Mr. Mahdi.Then Ms. Mahdi said that Mr. Mahdi said that as a nadzar that must be implemented. And now, nadzar it was implemented, but it was doomed to fail miserably.
Mr. Mahdi suddenly into the room after Mrs. Mahdi. "The gate is closed, ma'am. Go to sleep alone. Let the drivers and helpers enjoyed a meal there."
Mrs. Mahdi cry. "Apparently everyone already knows that you are corrupt, sir.""Ah, hell, Mom. What is important, there would be no legal process can prosecute corrupt individuals like me. If we are isolated in the country, there is still a place to live comfortably abroad. I can follow the senior who is now living comfortably in other countries. "***The next day, Mr. and Mrs. Mahdi Mahdi busy receiving calls from close friends who could not attend the shower invitations. Most of them could not attend because there udzur a disaster.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mahdi. I and my mistress could not attend, because suddenly there is a close relative who died.""I'm sorry, yes ma'am Mahdi. My husband and I could not attend, because our son was suddenly ill and had taken to the hospital."
"Oh, I apologize for not able to attend.'s Known, we are mourning the death of our beloved dog.""Really, we were originally getting ready to attend. But suddenly our car tires exploded, while the tires had just borrowed serepnya close neighbors."
Mr. and Mrs. Mahdi Mahdi is very upset after receiving a phone. Because, all close friends apologized for not being present because of the unfortunate.As if they said that they experienced the disaster caused by the shower invitation. Them as if to say that if they attend will surely stricken greater.
Now, Mr. and Mrs. Mahdi Mahdi increasingly convinced, how all the friends and neighbors already regarded it as a disgusting human being. They are not willing to attend a celebration party invitation must have been disgusted.
"The failure shower that we conducted, it made me even more excited to find a lot of money for the provision of living abroad, ma'am. I guess we will not be able to comfortably stay in the country again.'s My job to stay one year period. The time of one year I would use to get money as much as possible, "said Mr. Mahdi with a faraway look. Imagine the senior who is now playing golf and playing chess in Singapore.***Movement condemns the increasingly rampant corruption everywhere. Mr. and Mrs. Mahdi Mahdi increasingly worried. And in the morning, while enjoying coffee and toast on the back porch, all of a sudden the maids and driver-driver came over and said goodbye. They claim to be afraid, for a two-story mansion that was haunted. They also admitted to frequent nightmares and horrible. In their dreams as if seeing a two-story mansion that was on fire, and they are trapped in the flames.
And since lost all the aides and his driver, Mr. and Mrs. Mahdi Mahdi feeling sad, tense and afraid to inhabit his new home was a magnificent two-story. As if his house was like a locked prison. Now, all relatives are also farther away.
"We should follow the children, sir." Bu Mahdi could no longer bear to live in the mansion. Pictured are always two children who are now studying in Singapore.
"Yes, ma'am. We should soon overtake them, to find a place to live there. They do not have to go home after college. Let themremain there. "
"This house must be sold, sir."Mr. Mahdi agreed, but sell the mansion is now not easy. He recalled a number of seniors who struggle to sell the mansion, then had to be abandoned just like that.
"Let's put an ad in the newspapers, as well as announcements at the gate that the house is sold, sir," suggested Mrs. Mahdi.Without a word more, Mr. Mahdi immediately put an ad in the newspapers and notice boards in the fence. And the days that followed, Mrs. Mahdi forced busy in the kitchen, sweeping floors, washing clothes, shopping to the market, because it can no longer looking for helpers. Mr. Mahdi is also forced to leave and left work to drive his own car, because they can not find the driver again.
"There is a shower invitation letter from Mr. Samad," said Ms. Mahdi said, handing a letter of invitation postcards without envelopes as wide as it is, as Mr. Mahdi new home office, that afternoon.
"Pak Samad held shower? So just get the fortune of which the pedicab that?"Mr. Mahdi seemed surprised. He knew, Mr. Samad daily into a pedicab driver. Her house across from vacant land, east, that each day passes when he went home and office. Mr. Samad's house just type 21.
With the encouragement of curiosity hospitable with the neighbors, Mr. Mahdi willing to attend the invitation of Pak Samad. He arrived at  Samad's house on time. And he was surprised, because the yard was filled with Mr.k Samad invited guests.
Pak Samad's face lit up when shaking hands with Mr. Mahdi. "Excuse me, sir. Please sit down. The place is dirty," he said, pointing to a mat that had to be held at the curb, because all the seats are occupied by guests.
With a heavy heart, Mr. Mahdi sat on a mat Lesbian, so that a fat belly aching. Butt also feels pain, because beneath asphalt overlay uneven mat.
A moment later, Samad was sitting next to Mr Modin who was appointed to be the leader of prayer together. And before the prayer, Mr. Modin explained that the host held a thanksgiving party that simple because it has been able to buy a new tricycle.
And having prayed together, the meals were just a plate of fried rice and a glass of sweet tea. All guests enjoy a thanksgiving feast is very simple.
Mr. Mahdi appeared fed up and want to vomit, when just swallowed a spoonful of fried rice was very bland it. But, strangely, the face of all the attendees seemed to enjoy the radiant fried rice it .***

Maridjan of grandfather

Sewer overflows. For herded cats dead rats rotting blackish water. Stuffy thick. Maghrib. Rows of shacks pigsty. Silent. Occasionally there was a step above the water splashing. Muffled laughter of people swarmed around comedy shows on television broadcasts. The shack at the end of the alley, with a dim electric light 5 watt, Grandfather Marijan panting. Her eyes stared blankly Narto, his grandson, frozen with blue face on his stomach on the side of the tub.
Grandfather Marijan wiping the pouring sweat. Slowly he dragged her grandson's corpse. Entered into a sack which had been prepared with neat. Showers fell again and the sky growing dark when Grandfather Marijan raise sack into the cart, and slowly pulled down the aisle by aisle muddy muddy. Like wagon wheels rolled over the river. Who knows where. Narto, which actually is very loved grandchildren, bumping. But of course the kid did not feel the cold or the pain of his life have been floated.
"Forgive Your grandfather," was the phrase that comes out of the mouth Grandfather Marijan when they wanted to hand over the mouth Narto, boy aged seven years, with a pillow. Narto wriggle and wriggle when Grandfather Marijan just picked her and burying her body in a tub full of water. Narto mengerjat few moments before the limp, and eventually harden. There is no other way, thought Grandfather Marijan, to avenge your father's pain in my heart. I've already offended and can not forgive himself-law.
Grandfather Marijan-law remembered saying that cause he was offended and hurt. "Old farts useless, always pester people." Marijan's grandfather could only bury that sentence in his mind. Apparently not once was the law throws the hurtful words and behavior, but rather repeatedly dirty words gushed from the mouth in-law, both bark and smooth yet full tone of mockery. "All day hanging out. Make pigeon cages are not incompetent. Huh! Just wait for the rice mateng course of employment." Similarly, the law says, slamming doors and deliberately knocked Grandfather Marijan favorite brewed tea. Tea spilled and broken glass. Grandfather Marijan slumped-glass flake suruk pick. The law still says, "Break it all let me out!" Grandfather Marijan still see the thick sputum throw-law right in front of his face. Narto who suddenly appeared and hugged her from behind, quickly snatched his father, "Do not go near the sluggard, let's go."
Grandfather Marijan remember the look of contempt law as if plunged to the bottom of the bone. From his bedroom insulated cardboard rotted-law scold Grandfather Marijan hear, "Do not know how hard it get something to eat. If there are no cops are kuracuni." Then came a loud tape set.
"Satan: Man does not know custom, did not know his debts. Basic communists," the words just uttered Grandfather Marijan in his room. Indeed, the law sometimes can also be polite and sweet. But Grandfather Marijan liver injury and already hold a grudge. Although her son always said. "Do not be put into the liver. Indeed, nature has been so from the first. Think of the wind." Marijan grandfather would say, his actions are outrageous, but always failed. He understood, certainly more to defend her husband. So he preferred to foster resentment in his heart. Grandfather Marijan knew he was not helpless and it is impossible to wreak revenge on the physical law. Time feels so long and so painful he had to meet every law in the narrow house, where the occupants breath sounds with each other. So Grandfather Marijan more often out of his room, a walk from aisle to aisle, through the times that the current is slow and the water is concentrated to bring all kinds of waste as he led Narto every son was at home after a long day to go somewhere to earn a fortune.
Often indeed, Grandfather Marijan got a good chance to wreak vengeance on the head law slammed the crowbar while snoring. But he did not also do it the power. Always be prevented anxiety orphaned grandson and his son become a widow. And he knows exactly his son often gets rough treatment of her husband. But Grandfather Marijan understand, they still love each other. Plus he was a disabled state. He did not want to Ramanujan are displaced and dead on the side of the tracks.
"Hhh, what does that mean God created creatures sepecundang myself." Grandfather Marijan so often sue bad luck that wrapped around him. He just could sue the whiny complaints that made him ashamed of himself sometimes. "Why did I not kill myself." Well it was just a mere intention intentions that never do. Certainly the fear of pain that must have encountered a dying man by force. He wondered himself why should be afraid to face the pain that would not be too long sting. Though facing life was already so painful, and too pretty to be a reason for ending.
Grandfather Marijan revenge in the hearts of increasingly mounting. Always he bear-resistant to fired. The plan to kill the law clearly difficult. He began to think, to calculate what should be done in order to feel the wrath of the law as they experienced pain. Yes, Grandfather Marijan-law just wanted to feel hurt. No need to physically hurt, let alone kill him.
The way he had planned but failed to do is to have his son around. This was obviously done because it was impossible to work with children who are of course more to defend her husband.
Grandfather Marijan continues to stagger pull the wagon. It grew dark, medium drizzle remained faithful rentanya flushed the body starts to shiver. Flashed in his head constantly face the red-eyed daughter, barked, "Turn off tapenya, old man! Maghrib. There is also aware of going in the grave. Instead of worship." Rang all the time those words. "I am a communist, but appreciate what people worship."
Grandfather Marijan deserve surprised by the last words that came out of the mouth in-law. All he knows, yes communist communists. Anti-religion. Although he also does not matter what it is communism, what is religion. What is her God, what is anti-God. What is clear in-law has led to severe heart broken. And he could not find a way to avenge her hurt. Until then came a wild idea; kill his own granddaughter. He knew Narto so precious to her father is none other than his own son. Narto the only hope for a very proud father. The child must not be harmed. When such occurs desperately defending his father. Marijan grandfather had seen how his son nearly menggolok people who dare to cry cause Narto. One thing that was supposed to make it a big heart.
But at times like this he determined to kill his own granddaughter so that she could be satisfied to see law despondent. And so, when the long-awaited arrival. That night the son with his wife advised to maintain good Narto. They do not want to explain where and for how long. Grandfather Marijan just given money to feed them both for several days. Actually also had hesitated that night when he was about to kill his own granddaughter. Narto face looked exactly the face of the law. Dihidup-turn vengeance in his heart. Glowing red eyes of the law who looked at him with disgust. Rebuke-hardikannya played again in his ears like a cassette tape playing. And it grew as well. Grandfather Marijan does not look like a sleeping Narto face in her arms, but the face of the cruel law. He jumped up, got up grabbed a pillow?***Grandfather Marijan stopped at the edge of time that surface water is reflected from the glittering lights of vehicles circulating. At this time it is often seen floating bloated corpse somebody. The dead were killed or committed suicide. Ah, same thing: a corpse. And now his grandson is going to be one of them. Yes, everything has happened as fate. At such times come again another courage; Grandfather Marijan mecemplungkan intend to take part themselves. To death. This is probably the most secure way, so he thinks. Because he is no longer possible to go home and face the wrath of the law that sooner or later he would know who had killed his own grandson.
More safe I committed suicide rather than beaten his daughter. Yes, if instant death. Not so heavy to bear risk. When dragged to the police station, tried, and then to jail? ***

Father Came home

Madame Yem call tonight, "This afternoon, my father had a heart attack again, now hospitalized. Nana, you'd better go home, look at your father. ""I still have a job tomorrow, why not just Yu Ning?""Your brother say, Naya (his son) a month will take the exam junior. So, he will send you money to get home to see your father. ""What about the pain, what is severe enough?""Brother Nana, ask your doctor about it Hariadi."When a call from Madame Yem closed, the phone rang from the Yu Ning, "I've sent money for a plane ticket to your account. Check it first. Tell Dad, I'll come after Naya finished the exam. ""Brother, I have a presentation tomorrow, why not your alone?""I told you I had to wait Naya. My boutique tomorrow will be visited by our customers from Malaysia. Now, look for tickets for departure, tomorrow morning. "I hate to hear the speech of Yu Ning, he always could tell me anything. That was done since we were little. (Mother died since we are still very small). Yu Ning, a distance of age 10 years ahead of me, given discretion by the father, to set all my life. If according to Yu Ning I should be so, I should not be denied. Yu Ning so my sources. Only aided by Madame Yem, he governs all the affairs of our household. I always hate to whatever he had. Which I'm proud of, just more of it my body height. Only it did! On the other hand, I'm now just a lecturer at a private college that is not seeded. So did my husband, Haryo, peers at private colleges.It is conceivable, we do not have the privilege in a metropolis, Jakarta. Once upon a time, Yu Ning's family took us to Singapore. But, I'm not comfortable. Because they think, hard to travel with village women, who do not know how to be in a metropolis, Singapore.Really, I've always felt, much loved father Yu Ning, although my father always said, "You two are a priceless treasure to me. I pity this brother, since childhood must act as our mother. "I once again hate the word father. I think both Yu Ning and I, have the same opportunity, to learn, play, and even more I think Yu Ning had a chance for a walk with his girlfriend. As for me, they were considered too young to understand, who the man is wolf in sheep.Being able berlena Ning Yu-lena with her boyfriend late into the night. Often I feel Upik Abu, who cared for a stepmother. But, everything did go as they planned. After graduating from the engineering faculty of architecture, Yu Ning is married to Dr. Tomo. After several years working in foreign firms, Yu Ning opens boutique decent behavior. I did so people are just mediocre. Because it is me and Haryo, have no business skills. In fact, Yu Ning Haryo had suggested, to do business. It was once we did, let alone a large, capital loaned Yu Ning, could not return. Until now, I still owed several million to Yu Ning. Fortunately the second year of marriage, we have not been blessed with children. If we had kids, we will be more troublesome. Since the Ning Yu says, to have children should have the money for the baby sitter many millions of smart, milk, and others. I was not able to finance all of it. However, Haryo said, "We do not need to worry, every child has his own sustenance. Should not we now just consult a doctor for a baby, we dream together .... "I'm always nervous to go to an obstetrician.Suddenly there was another call from Madame Yem. "Nana, my heart really bad, if you can come home tomorrow? Although, your father was the third time this year, entered the hospital. "Yem Mak's tone, it seems, I was a child who can not serve. Well, until this hour I have not also looking for a plane ticket. In fact, the travel must have been close at nine tonight. As I suspected, for the morning flight is over all. That exist from one travel agency, airline tickets for most of the night. I have to consider as soon as possible, because there are many enthusiasts to return to Malaysia, do not pass through the area of ​​Sidoarjo, Lapindo was full of mud. I have no other choice. I just SMS Yu Ning, I say, can only aircraft with airline tickets last. Yu Ning immediately called me, "I told you, why not contact the travel agency langgananku, surely you get the tickets. I'm worried about Dad. Anyway, I've ATM transfer to you again, Dad money for medical expenses. Try to contact the travel agency langgananku it again. Says the message of this ticket Ning Tomo mother. "By lazy I called the travel agency customers Yu Ning. Somehow I was not disappointed. Because who lived just one night flight tickets. That, too, with a very expensive price. Once again I message Yu Ning, he did not answer. Certainly he was very angry. When I see my father, he would say, "Nana is slow in everything. And what the heck it works. Cook just spent time teaching. At most, only two hours a day. "Ticket affair is finished. I tried to contact the department head. He advocated for not too long to take leave, because there will be a change of president in recent weeks. After arranging my stuff in the trunk, I tried to sleep. Haryo, was sleeping next to me a few hours ago. Suddenly I felt angry, it seems no one wants to help me at this time. It's almost one o'clock at night, scared to attack me, I want to call home, but, I made sure Madame Yem was waiting for him at the hospital. Suddenly, I felt guilty, this is a selfishness. Me and Yu Ning pursue a career and always remember if you still have a father who should we pay attention. Always forget to call him just to say, "Hello". In fact, before my departure to Jakarta, Dad said, "You two chose a career in Jakarta. No one really wants to be with old men like me. I know no one to blame, every child must seek a new nest. But, every now and then call me. That was more than enough. "At that time, I cried. But, then my busyness, kesibukanku gather with friends, the streets, and many other things that make me almost no time to say, "Hello", the Father. It can be done by Yu Ning against father. I do not know, Ning Yu seems to have more time than 24 hours. Yu Ning and often reminds me to call my father. I'm always lazy to argue. So, I told her I had called my father. Because I was so sure, if you ask your father, he would have said yes I said anything. Sometimes it is father to protect me from greatness Yu Ning. Could be, he was sorry for the youngest, who met with her mother only in the first year of his life. And about my mother, I never listen to the story of the father. Madame Yem who often told, that since childhood she was frequently ill. My father loved him very much, more, more like my mother than I am Yu Ning. As a kid, if I'm sad, often for no apparent reason, my mother crying in front of photos. I feel if he was alive, we can become good friends. How is my relationship with my father? He is professor of history, smart, just like Yu Ning. Yu Ning, taking everything from the Father, without rest.I had to go home tomorrow. Not for myself, but also for a family of social obligation, which I know not too like. I always feel sad, when my father was hospitalized. I feel guilty. Often I cry for all my mistakes were. I always tell Haryo, "How do I become a good boy for a father?" Haryo always said, "We do not know exactly, you yourself have said that if not so close to him. Perhaps this is best, keeping him in the hospital and to obey all his will. "I nodded my head. When it hurts, my father was not an easy one, cerewetnya incredible! But strangely, when Yu Ning who cared for him, Dad could be a sweet kid and never angry. Many times he would say either the nurse or doctor, "My son businesswoman, but still have time for me." And for me, those words were never called, he said. Although, I've tried to be a good boy in front of him. Perhaps, he thought I was anyway half the unemployed who do not have a lot of work. Spend more time with useless talk. Of course I do not like those words. Sometimes, I feel very discouraged by it. Hurt somewhere.I should think clearly, I do not have to feel so. They still will not mean evil, are not they both close family, father and Ning Yu. Every so often I thought about it even, I once asked a psychologist with a friend. But, the answer does not provide a satisfactory solution. I still feel that I and Yu Ning will always be different principle. Actually, I just felt sorry for him, if I do not hospitalized, I do not want to go home. Is this a selfish, when I feel more comfortable not with them. But with my job, with Haryo, with friends who according to Yu Ning does not produce anything, except spend time. And who knows, father of retired professors, living expenses are borne by Yu Ning. Although, I also like to buy my father a beautiful shirt and biography books he liked, or much longer talk about the books on the phone. That, I bought more books, because it seemed Yu Ning does not feel the need to read biographies. While a retired professor of history, still likes to read these things, which, according to Yu Ning, had nothing to do with the dynamics of business today.Well indeed, though we were both in Jakarta, we rarely meet. Occasionally, Yu Ning took me to the restaurant. However, I always feel uncomfortable, but since childhood I could not resist. Haryo who gladly accepted the invitation Yu Ning. He could serve waffle Yu Ning which according to my feelings very arrogant (he always tells his success). It has been often told Haryo, but Haryo lightly replied, "You really, do not have a sense of humor, if you have, the stories certainly Yu Ning, funny."I definitely do not agree with his words. Could be, I'm more able to talk with Mas Tomo's brother-in-law is silent.However, how annoyed I am, sometimes miss also to Yu Ning. Often I remember how he cared for me when I got typhoid patient, put me into an expensive hospital in the city. And said Mas Tomo, "Yu Ning panic when you're sick."Sometimes, I also complained about Ning Yu pride on my father, he says, "You must know, as a professor of history, I would never teach my children, with smugness. If Yu Ning to be so, because I gave him the responsibility which is very unusual, for a little girl. Would it be, he is a bit superior. "Indeed, I and Yu Ning is more like my father moved to Jakarta. But, he's just like three days in my house. And, three days at home Yu Ning, which is actually full of amenities. My father always missed its plants, her tennis teammates, and he said, "The home is my palace."I often think, if he does not feel at home because my house was just BTN far from downtown. For this, my father strongly denied, he said, "If you're as old as me, only you can feel how unpleasant stay at the homes of others, even though that house, and my son. I also do not feel at home Yu Ning, who fancy that! But, I wondered, I feel more comfortable if you stay at my sisters house. "Suddenly, I felt guilty. Father alone for illness. Supposedly, I and Yu Ning is at his side at this time. I like the prodigal son, and I cried hard. Haryo woke up, "We are not Malin Kundang, Dad would know if you and Yu Ning, as well as possible the child, then go home and take care of him, though you often say, Father, if sick, cerewetnya extraordinary."It's almost dawn, tomorrow night I should meet my father. When I was standing in front of his bed, my father whispered, "Nana, I'm glad you could come home."He seemed pleased when I came home not with Yu Ning (favorite child). I felt the incongruity that. I called, Yu Ning!The next day, we were standing in front of him. He opened his eyes slowly, "You come together? I love it when you two can come together always. "Father, smiling.Three days after that, my father left us alone!

ompung and the sculptor

Ninety-one he is now. He had planned for her life, all has been reached. He never imagined he was in fact already enjoy. A grave was he prepared on the hill. And he imagined, his statue, bust, will be laid carefully over the cross section of Italian marble which sent his son from Turino. The statue will be placed just one step from the gates of his tomb.
Itself, enshrined in a silver-colored stone, it will look like live, cast a look of eternal gratitude of the valley, glorify the bay, and seemed to never stop worshiping the island which stretches across the mouth of the bay, somewhere in there. The island is created to tame the onslaught obak Indian Ocean. As high as anything. Hatta sedahsyat tsunami. For this reason, a small town in the bay feeding it will be eternal. He will only dissolve if all the land had perished.
A day in the week, he climbed the hill foot, stand with your feet firmly on an area where his body one day be immortalized. He imagined himself a finished stone, with eyes that never knew fatigue, looked away to ensure the skyline is still to be sealing the ocean, the island was still on guard, who massacred beach waves are still crashing, and the city down there remains a center of life that stimulates and heroic, though small.
"Amang oi, Amang," Mother, mother oi .. fantastic, his voice hissing fight with the wind-gerbangkan beard. "Already I looked up at New York from Twin Towers. I had seen a row of mountains of ice that never disaput liquid from the highest inn in Paro, Bhutan. But, under my nose ... Ah ... no peerless. What a beautiful view from here, "Ompung who stood firmly on his knees, his death was at the top of the hill, berkusip convince nobody but himself.
Slowly she drew breath, but in. Together breath, he swallowed the last wishes. Her heart was so lumpy. As if next week he was going to die. Therefore, by whatever way he wants his statue was placed exactly where he stands now, with eyes NANAP scenery ancestors. In the imagination, he imagined, when he was found dying, his spirit will dwell in the body of the statue. That way, the eyes and his heart will not fission-fission of the stretch of land below, a small town where he was born, the bay and the waves mingle place in childhood, so also the savior of the island.
Not because the sun was sepenggalah, so now, with unsteady step he dragged down the hill. There was a lump in her heart. "Rosa ...," he poured a pile of disappointment on that have a name. "Kusembah you, do patungku it. Please. This is the last request. Show that you really love me, this Amangmu. I want to see the statue of yours before I die. Sweet my son, why do not you do as well ...? "Persuasion that he repeat, and repeat again, at every step his foot following the stairs down the hill waist.
The severity of her foot stone, harder the heart of his son. At the last meeting, at the dinner table, Rosa refused to work on the statue of the father. "Papi's not fair to me. All the way I was schooled. What I got from school, from my experience, also penghayatanku, just squandered. "
Good people might think those words as a rebellion against the father's child. Do not be so. Look at you, not Rosa stood up and kissed his cheek before declaring rejection. The father's lips kiss made it a little plastered. Apparently, he enjoyed his daughter's love who stopped him warmly on the cheek. As warm water bay.
"No force, Rosa. So you do not. Do not get me wrong, "the corner of her lips. "I just wish that you did nothing wrong. One look at the statue, is it you are also to be praised later. "
"I can not understand, and can not accept the award people understand how to Papi in Papi. How do I make the statue, what were the results, so I appreciate Papi. That is not the work of Papi. But, that live praising ungkapanku Papi, "Rosa docked into the lap of his father. "Praise was never wrong, Pi," mmmh ... a flower kiss Rosa landed again on his cheek.
"I mean not to get the wrong face. There must be no beard strands are confused bunch of wind. 'Kan you know what the meaning of a line on a statue. No matter how small he could give a bad image on the nature of man. "
Rosa got up took the ashtray while carrying a cigarette between his fingers. Finger not at all romantic, subtlety eroded out of cement, stainless steel, bronze, or glass fibers. When her son's Ompung backs, like a mother hen to see a worm, with ligat paw tissue in which the painted portrait of the father in the sketch markers.
Sitting back in his chair, Rosa did not even give us clues as to lose the paper in which he had been tugging at the line quickly to establish his father's face. He knew the paper would have hidden her father. Pinned between her thighs and then later on he kept most exactly in a safe in his bedroom. It was the twenty-seven tissue contains a sketch of the father. Maminya stories, at midnight, tissue-tissue that diterawang strand by strand the father until he fell asleep he made.
Ompung as would plunge into the hearts of his son, he's face to his eyes, and said: "Dozens of sketches have you made about me, none of which missed. Perseverance, not courage, that's me. I saw it in all the sketchbook. Beard represented only two thin lines, but that's precisely the line that strengthens my personality. And, although there is no clear line pull, a mole on my chin was always present, "he paused, cleared his throat. "But, it's just a sketch. The statue is it else you see. Something wrong, if you start doing it now. I have a body. I know. Give me a chance to testify on my own. "
Rosa silent, letting the cigarette to remain unemployed, but smoky in between two fingers. He was not willing to repeat, and repeat again his reason for refusing the wishes of the father to give the authority of truth in his work. Make her award is her right, in some way. Not required justification or correction.
Repeatedly requested that the statue of his father he was doing, before retiring, before judging him. But, Rosa refused. If the girl's heart is the heart of a sailor who is flammable, then Rosa will close the debate with his father was a jerk, "Sip babam!" Shut up! But, it's no way he did. That is tantamount to cut off the water. Which may break due to differences of opinion. Moreover, his own father.
Mention what you do not do the parents in bringing up her daughter. Just as the ninth sister, Rosa also schooled to Europe. As the youngest child, he was given the opportunity to witness the realist mural Siqueiros, including the famous painting "Death and burial of Cain," which describes the procession of death was a thrilling fighter. Also studied art in Mexico a few years.
After a recent trip to the top of the hill today. After persuading Rosa for three years and failed. After sketching the above tissue was twenty seven, the sculptor still not bend, it's time Ompung her own way. He met his wife.
"It's a thousand times kubujuk Rosa, he remains unwilling to start work patungku. I can sense. But, do you leak, da! You help me. This request is final. "His wife is puzzled. What could he do? Sixty-six years accompanying Ompung, he never let her husband.
"Lying for good. For me. Patungku .... "
"Bah, lied .... When you've taught me to lie? "
"This is the last request. Kusembah you, please. "
The next day, when the sun has not been rampant on the horizon, Ompung, sails his own boat heading to island. Accompanied by aides who worked with him since many years ago. The maid was told to go home and should only be returned if requested.
Small town at the mouth of the bay was shivering. On the second day Ompung disappearance, the family is really excited to lose the parent. The entire corner of the city investigated, the hills dipanjati find the missing parents. Faithfulness Ompung matchless wife even though she must pass the suffering he never cherished, that is lying. To anyone who comes to ask, as smart as paropera tilhang, he still said he did not know.
"Bah, manalah I know it. He's my husband. Over sixty years. I am most sad of all that is here, "she assured her children who come from various cities of all the winds.
On the ninth day Ompung disappearance, a family meeting decided that all should rise to the cemetery on the hill, opened the gate. Who knows Ompung already stretched rigid on the inside. All family members and townspeople menyemut up the hill. The gate is made of stone dikuakkan. Bed bodies carved from marble remains empty. The full name Ompung called pounding. Who answered only sipongang.
Eleventh day, Rosa came to bring a miracle. "Whatever happened to Papi, I have to meet his request. Final demand. Now is the time. Now! I apologize for my attitude toward all these years. The statue is since many years he requested that I do actually already kutatah. Already made. I piled on the sand dunes, hidden on the island. Tomorrow I go there, and will bring it here. Immediately, we place at the funeral Papi, "he said, making the mouth of everyone who attended nan blood but a gaping silence. Ompung wife is no exception. However, with alacrity, he secretly ordered his loyal servant to fetch Ompung island, at that moment.
At midnight, with the shrewdness of a former fighter, Ompung sneak into her bedroom. There, he kissed his wife's all-out. Never had she thanked like that, to the extent that his wife gelagapan. He even wanted to kiss her knees, to worship him anyway.
Before the sun crawl sepenggalah, from the island of a sailing ship rammed its bow toward the shore. Three boats larger than the back reveals the accompanying waves. Rosa, with eyes that could not be separated from the hull, sitting in the bow. In the keel, on a bed of white fabric, sculpture terduduklah Ompung. While at the beach berjibun relatives and townspeople that awaits. The little town was shivering. However, no tears. That there is a desire to know how nian way Ompung carved in stone his own son, the Rosa, the dissidents.
Once set foot on the beach, directly at the place the statue on the long coffin, open eyes to heaven. There are ten people carry the statue of a sitting forward on top of the coffin had. The procession move slowly. Menyemut man followed the statue to the hill. Small town at the mouth of the bay was shivering. Inaudible cry, which floats just mumbled want to know where the hell Ompung already made the stone. Dressed all in black, Rosa, the sculptor, leading the way, most bloated chest, stepping as the spearhead of the road to human wave unfold behind him.
Also there is no point of tears when Ompung seated statue in cross section, one step from the door of his tomb. And, just as the will of a body, the eyes of the statue was NANAP looked down the slope, to the town below, and the waves of the bay threw himself endlessly. There were murmurs that move from one mouth to another mouth. Hill tops shivering could not answer where Ompung earth. No warning, not unexpectedly, at the waist hill seemed suddenly male figure dressed all in white, tread softly.
"Oi ... who is it?" Roared a voice at the top of the hill.
The white clad figures do not matter.
Ompung wife Rosa near the shoulder, pressed his lips on her youngest child's ear. "Papimu!"
Witnessed by thousands of pairs of eyes, Rosa, down the stairs, pick up his father. She held out her finger. What he received was denial. "No, I am strong. I like what I want to see you make. "
Ompung surrounds the statue itself. Three times clockwise. Three times in the opposite direction. He listened to his beard long wave. Gasped he saw the shadow of dung flies behind a thin beard. Birthmark there but like nothing, like women who conceal arnal golden idol inside the bun.
More close, almost knocking over his shoulder Ompung statue. He glanced toward where the statue directs the eye. "Amang oi ... Amang, the beauty of the ocean you see from here," pujanya ear sculpture.
"Papi, which is wrong?" Rosa approached, pressing.
No answer to the sculptor, but his father's body is approaching. In the eyelid's parents choked water. Ompung hugged her, kissed the top of his head several times, until his eyes water drops on it. Thousands of eyes, wind, and twigs syahdunya witnessed the embrace. Generating jealous.
"Bah, why am I not?" Protest Ompung wife. "And I've lied." Thousands of eyes, wind, twigs, and the valley stretching out both hands to wait Ompung and tightly on his wife's body.