Mom, a view days ago on June 11th 2010 Dad visited bebi ninok, dia kelihatan seneng banget, mau mbuatin kopi, teh dan minuman lain sebanyaknya. Dan yang khusus adalah dia siapkan sebotol kecil Susu dari produk kesukaannya sambil asking ”when does my gradfather arrive, I don’t want to sleep before I met him... I want to give him a bottle of my milk ”, what a cute, pretty and generous baby she is.
And at the time when she met her grand Pa, you know what kids do – she just staring deep and freeze, holding and hugging tight to her mommy’s hahaha...Mom, as long as I know that bebi ninok gurung pernah ketemu with you, am I right?
But it's kind of weird when I show her your pictures then bebi ninok langsung bilang, ”iki eyang uti Jakarta”. How did she know you mom?
Tapi eku seneng wae, soale paling you have met her somewhere and sometime, or even many times – I don’t know for sure.
Yes, she smile... a wide smile on her face everytime she looked at your photograph, and she even doing funny things like dancing, talking, and touching beatiful face in that pict.
Yeah, the beautiness of you were caught by those line yang menghias wajahmu.
Bebi ninok selalu ngingetin aku pada parasmu, mom... clearly, and I saw your lines while she was sleep – mom, I thank you for being the strong that showed in my daughter.
You know mom, my wife always proud and respect for you and wanted to be as beauty as you, but I always said to her, ”no, don’t be – you are another beauty that I have. One of the beautiness that fullfilled hidupku dan kebanggaanku karena bisa memilikimu”.
You know mom, maybe I’ll never have bebi ninok if I never met my wife, dan itu berarti aku nggak bisa nemukanmu lagi... nemukan kecantikan surgawi yang nyentuh wajah dunia.
And destiny never be wrong, because she gave me bebi ninok, and that means I have you back, ALLAH bring you back in my life on this earth.
Stay with bebi ninok, mom. She loves you and now she’s learning to write, she begins with your name on the white paper... she write her life.
Mom, ada satu hal yang nggak pernah bisa aku lupa yaitu setiap saat kita ngobrol. Terus terang setiap obrolan itu terjadi aku nggak pernah berani untuk langsung natap matamu, mom.
Takut bercampur hormat – pandanganmu itu dalem banget, seperti melihat sampai ke dalam hati dan pikiran orang.
But sometimes aku sempatkan mencuri pandang ke arah wajahmu, tapi samasekali bukan karena you want me todo so agar aku menatapmu saat berbicara dan menghadapi sebagai laki-laki... tapi aku aku bangga mempunyai mom secantik dirimu dengan darah bangsawan kita.
Oh ya, mom – bebi ninok has your eyes, so I can see you through her eyes eachtime I was captured by the sense of missing you, then love comes rapidly never ends, and that’s the preciouss price of my life that ALLAH has geiven to me... to us, to our family.
But that don’t mean I love my baby, my wife and our family for the reason of my love for you... I love beautiness and they filled my life, became a part of me.
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silakan komen selama isinya nggak nyangkut SARA atau hal sensitif lain - karena saya sendiri nggak punya pengetahuan-nalar-logika yang mumpuni buat njaga agar nggak keluar jalur.