Daddy's Empty Chair

A man’s daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father.

When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.

An empty chair sat beside his bed. The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.

“I guess you were expecting me,” he said.

‘No, who are you?” said the father.

The minister told him his name and then remarked, “I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up.”

“Oh yeah, the chair,” said the bedridden man. “Would you mind closing the door?” Puzzled, the minister shut the door.

“I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter,” said the man. “But all of my life I have never known how to pray.”

“At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head.”

“I abandoned any attempt at prayer,” the old man continued, “until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, “Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with God.”

“Here is what I suggest,” he said.

“Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see God on the chair. It’s not spooky because he promised, ‘I will be with you always’.”

“Then just speak to him in the same way you’re doing with me right now.”

“So, I tried it and I’ve liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day.

I’m careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she’d either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm.”

The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey.

Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and then returned to the church.

Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon.

Did he die in peace?” he asked.

Yes, when I left the house about two o’clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me how much he loved me, and kissed me on the cheek.

When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead.

There was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed.

What do you make of that?” The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, “I wish we could all go like that.”

Difference between Love and marriage

A student asks a teacher, "What is love?"

The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and
come back.

But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."

The student went to the field, go through first row, he saw one big wheat, but he wonders... may be there is a
bigger one later.

Then he saw another bigger one... But may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him.

Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he start to realize that the wheat is not as big as the
previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.

So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.

The teacher told him, "this is love... You keep looking for a better one, but when later you realise, you have
already miss the person..."

"What is marriage then?" the student asked.

The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and
come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."

The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach
the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher.
The teacher told him, "This time you bring back a corn. You look for one that is just nice, and you have faith
and believe this is the best one you get... This is marriage."

Anger, Envy and Insults

Near Tokyo lived a great Samurai, now old, who decided to teach Zen Buddhism to young people.

One afternoon, a warrior – known for his complete lack of scruples – arrived there. The young and impatient warrior had never lost a fight. Hearing of the Samurai’s reputation, he had come to defeat him, and increase his fame.

All the students were against the idea, but the old man accepted the challenge.

All gathered on the town square, and the young man started insulting the old master. He threw a few rocks in his direction, spat in his face, shouted every insult under the sun – he even insulted his ancestors.

For hours, he did everything to provoke him, but the old man remained impassive. At the end of the afternoon, by now feeling exhausted and humiliated, the impetuous warrior left.

Disappointed by the fact that the master had received so many insults and provocations, the students asked: “How could you bear such indignity? Why didn’t you use your sword, even knowing you might lose the fight, instead of displaying your cowardice in front of us all?”

“If someone comes to you with a gift, and you do not accept it, who does the gift belong to?” – asked the old Samurai.

“He who tried to deliver it.” – replied one of his disciples.

“The same goes for envy, anger and insults.” – said the master. “When they are not accepted, they continue to belong to the one who carried them.”

Lesson from the Son

Velan was a carpenter in a village. His mother had died long back. His aged father, Kuppan, lived with him. He could not even walk well due to weakness since Velan did not give him enough food. Velan was a drunkard also. After taking drinks, he abused his father badly.

Velan had a 10 year old sun Muthu. He loved his grandfather and had great respect for him. He did not like his father’s attitude and character and cruel treatment given to his grandfather.

One day Kuppan was eating his food out of earthen plate that his son had given to him. The earthen plate along with food fell down and broke into pieces. Velan was very angry with his father and used very harsh words to abuse his father. The old man felt sorry for his mistake but Velan’s words wounded him very deeply.

Velan’s son, Muthu, saw all this but was afraid to speak against his father. He was really sad about his grandfather but was not powerful enough to support of his grandfather.

The next day Muthu took some of his father’s carpentry tools and a piece of wood. He worked with the tools to make a wooden plate. His father saw him working.

“What are you making, Muthu?” he asked. “I am making a wooden plate!” replied Muthu. “A wooden plate ! What for?” asked his father. “I am making it for you, father. When you grow old, like my grandfather, you will need a plate for food. A plate made from earth mat will break very easily. Then I may scold you severely. So, I want to give you a wooden plate which will not break very easily and you will be spared the scolding .” Velan was shocked to hear this. He realized terrible mistake he was making. His father had looked after Velan very well. Now, he was old and he was failing in his duties. He apologized to his father and became a totally different person. From that day, Velan treated his father with great respect. He gave up drinking too. His son taught him a life lesson.

You should honor your parents at all times. It is your noble duty. It brings you their blessings and good wishes.

The Heart of a Teacher

A young man, a student was taking a walk with a professor who was known for his kindness. As they went along, they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which they supposed belonged to a poor man who was employed in a field close by, and who had nearly finished his day’s work.

The student turned to the professor, saying: “Let us play the man a trick: we will hide his shoes, and conceal ourselves behind bushes, and wait to see his confusion when he cannot find them.”

“My young friend,” answered the professor, “we should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich and can give yourself much greater pleasure this way . Put a coin into each shoe, and We watch to see how the discovery affects him.”

The student did so and they both placed themselves behind the bushes close by. The poor man soon finished his work, and came across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes. While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes; but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin. He was absolutely astonished . He gazed upon the coin, turned it round, and looked at it again and again. He then looked around him on all sides but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin. His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving thanking some unknown hand which would save his sick wife and his children who were without bread.

The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears.

“Now,” said the professor, “are you not much better pleased than if you had played your wicked trick?”

The youth replied, “You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. I feel now the truth of those words, which I never understood before:

‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.”

Hidup Adalah Belajar

Hidup adalah belajar

belajar bersyukur meski tak cukup,

belajar ikhlas meski tak rela,

belajar taat meski berat,

belajar memahami meski tak sehati,

belajar bersabar meski terbebani,

belajar setia meski tergoda,

belajar dan terus belajar dengan keyakinan setegar karang,

tapi sudah menjadi kodrat, hati seperti air laut bergelombang,

kadang pasang kadang surut, terkadang pula sering terbawa arus,

maka dari itulah kita harus belajar untuk tetap berada di jalan yang BENAR,

belajar menjadi LEBIH BAIK

A Poor Boy Loved A Rich Girl

A Poor Boy Loved A Rich Girl

One day the boy proposed her. Then the girl said, "listen! your monthly salary is my daily hand expenses. Should I be involved with you? How could you thought that? I will never love you. So, forget me 'n get engaged with someone else of your level."

But somehow the boy could not forget her so easily.

10 years later.

One day they became face to face in a shopping center. The lady said, "Hey! you! How are you? Now I'm married. Do you know how much is my husband's salary? Rs. 2 lac per month! Can you imagine? 'n he is also very smart."

The guy's eyes got wet with tear by hearing those words.

After few minutes her husband came before the lady could say something to the guy, her husband started to say by seeing the guy.

"Sir! You here? Meet my wife." Then he said to her wife, "I'm going to assist a project of sir, which is of Rs. 200 crore. 'n do u know a fact? Sir loved a girl but he didn't get her. That's why still he is unmarried. How much lucky the girl was. Isn't it? Now a days who can love like that way?"


MORAL OF THE STORY: Life is not so short. So, don't be so proud of yourself and damn others. Situations change with time. Every one should respect other's love. !

Jin's Story About Love Very Sad

I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend
until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that
trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of
lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by
his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl…

“Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?” I asked.
“I can’t”
“Why? You need to study at home?” I felt disappointment grabbing me.
“No… I am going to meet a friend…

He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word ‘love’ only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’ before. To us, there weren’t any anniversaries at all. He didn’t say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don’t know why…

Then one day…

Me: Um, Jin, I …
Jin: What…don’t drag, just say..
Me: I love you.
Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home.
That was how he ignored my ‘three words’ and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many…
Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark… he still didn’t call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.
Me: Jin…
Jin: Here…take this…
Again, he handed me a little doll.
Me: What’s this?
Jin: I didn’t give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I’m going home now, bye.
Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?
Jin: Today? Huh?
I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen. Then I shouted… “Wait…”
Jin: You have something to say?
Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…
Jin: What?!
Me: Tell me
I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.
“I don’t want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else.”
That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed to the ground. He didn’t want to say it easily… How could he…. I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me…
After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn’t call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That’s how those dolls piled up in my room… everyday.

After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl… He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that… it’s going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.
Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?
I couldn’t help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual…
Me: I don’t need it. Jin: What….why…
I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.
Me: I don’t need this doll, I don’t need it anymore!! I don’t want to see a person like you again!
I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.
“I’m sorry” He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll…
Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!

But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…

Honk~ Honk~
With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.
“Jin! Move! Move away!” I shouted… But he didn’t hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.
“Jin, move!” HONK~!! “Boom!” That sound, so terrifying.
That’s how he went away from me. That’s how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.
After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him… And after spending two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls.

Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days… when we were in love…

“One…two… three…” That was how… I started to count the dolls…
“Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eighty five…” It all ended with 485 dolls.
I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly…

“I love you~, I love you~” I dropped the dolls, shocked

“I….lo..ve…you??” I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.
“I love you~ I love you~” It can’t be! I pressed all the dolls’ stomach as it piled on the side.
“I love you~”
“I love you~”
“I love you~”
Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why didn’t I realize that….That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn’t I realize that he love me this much… I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it’s stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much.

“Jo…Do you know what today is? We’ve been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn’t say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…”

The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can’t be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute…

For that… and for that reason… to me… it became courage… to live a beautiful life ..

AMAZING SAD LOVE STORY

LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! " Jeanne's eyes were wide and filled with tears. She was afraid of what he would say to her. Jeanne was a nerdy girl with thick glasses. She was a junior in her middle school. She was in love with the hottest guy in the entire school.
And now, she told him that she loved him.

"Haha! Shut up. Nobody would like you! Who do you think I am?"
Jeanne had feared he would say something like that. She was devastated. She started running. She didn't want to face him ever again. All these thoughts and feelings ran throughout her head. Until, she bumped into something.
"Hey, whats up?"
She had bumped into James.

"WHAT?! I'll GO TELL HIM! WHERE DOES HE GET THAT NERVE! SOMETIMES, I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M HIS BEST FRIEND! THAT'S IT! i'M GOING TO GO BEAT HIM UP!"

"NO! James! Don't do it! It's not his fault. I was the foolish one to think we can ever date."
"But Jeanne!"
" No, it's OK! I should go."
" JEANNE... James grabbed her by the wrist as she was getting up. Don't go."
Jeanne stared into his eyes and felt so warm and fuzzy; a feeling she didn't feel for a long time. But, she looked away. She saw in such a long time, it felt awkward to feel it again. And then she gently took her wrist out of James' grasp and slowly walked away from him with tears in her eyes.
"Dammit, James! You really did it this time! Jeanne just left you! And why are you trying to hit on her?"

James walked back home with his hands stuffed in his pocket. Thoughts of Jeanne ran throughout his head. He didn't want Jeanne to be hurt by a jackass. He wanted to show her that he loved her. He wanted to show her he cared. But Jeanne just seemed to ignore him. And then, something ran into him. He crashed on the ground and saw Jeanne was on top of him. She seemed to not know whom she crashed into. James smiled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm very, very sorry. I should have been more careful.. I'm sorry. Can I repay you somehow?"
"Jeanne", James said, lifting her chin and brushing her bangs. Jeanne looked through his soft eyes and almost melted.
"James..." said Jeanne. Suddenly, she started crying. James was shocked.
" J-Jeanne? What's wrong?"

"I' m s-s-such a f-fool! H-How c-c-can I th-think t-that G-Gyung H-Hoon c-can love me?"
"Jeanne.. I would not call that foolish.. I actually admire you going up to him and confessing. However, crying about him is indeed foolish. Jeanne, Don't cry about that jerk. Here, let's go to my house. We're right in front of it!" Jeanne nodded.
James led her to the bathroom.

"Take off your glasses. We need to wipe those tears off." He said with a smile. Jeanne took them off without a word. James turned on the water and wet a washcloth. Then, he gently wiped her tears off her face.

" James.. Do you love me?" James was startled by this comment.
" Why do you ask me that?"
" Because.. it seems like it. Do you?"
" Haha! Jeanne, you are my friend."
" Oh.. OK. I think I'm not so teary now. Thanks, James."
" No Problem. Do you want something to drink?"
" Um... OK." She followed James out the door.
He handed her a glass of orange juice and they sat down outside on a bench.
" Are you going to be all right?"
" Yeah.. Thanks. But I don't think I'll be able to face him again."
" When he calls you something bad, just yell my name. OK?"
" OK." she said with a small laugh.
" But what are you going to do when I call you?"
" I'm going to beat him up!"
" What if everyone starts hating you?"
" It doesn't matter. As long as the one girl I love is happy."
" Ooh, James! You like someone?"
" Yeah.. Guess. I'll never tell you until you get the right answer."
" Hmm... is it Amy? She's pretty! What about Lauren? She's nice and quiet. Or is it Becca? She's generous. Or maybe it's Courtney! She's not all that nice though..."
After a few tries, she gave up.
"Who is it? I'm dying of curiosity!"
" Let's see.. she has glasses.. she's in love with Eric, she's sitting right next to me! Jeanne let out a small gasp."
" M-Me?" James nodded. Jeanne almost passed out.
" James! I have declared you crazy." James started laughing.
" Why won't you believe me? I like you.. I want you to be my girlfriend."
" But you're the second hottest guy in school! What if everyone criticizes you for bad taste in girls?"
" I don't care¦ I told you. As long as the one girl I love is happy." he said, smiling.
" No, really, James. No games this time. All serious.. all right?"
" Yeah.. I know."
" Oh my god..." Jeanne said, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Jeanne, I just want to be the right guy for you." he said while putting his arm around her shoulder. She leaned against him and for the first time, she felt accepted by someone special.
"But, James! Why did you say I was just a friend before?"
"Umm! I didn't feel like it was time yet." Jeanne nodded. She knew how hard it was to say, "I love you." She knew how nervous you would feel. And she knew how hard it was to feel the reject.
"I understand, James. I'm just glad you told me. I'll think about it."
"Jeanne, do you still like Eric?"
"Yes!"
"What has he got, that I don't?"
"I just don't know! I mean! you two look the same! you guys wear things all similarly! but! I like Eric better."
"All right! I'll make him like you. He knows he's not going to win in a fight." Jeanne wrapped him in her arms.
"James! I'm all right. You don't have to do all that." And then he wrapped her in his arms.

"Eric, can I see you for a moment?"
"What up, dude?"
"It's about Jeanne!"
"Oh no! don't tell me about that ugly! I just barf when I hear her name!"
"SHUT UP! DUDE, YOU JUST HAVE TO GIVE HER A CHANCE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
"Hey! I have other girls who want me. The least thing I need now is another girl who is ugly and slow liking me."
"She's not ugly and slow! She's kind and beautiful in the inside when you get to know her!"
"Wait! do you!?"
"Yes! I do!"
"Haha! Then why don't you date her?"
"Because! she's in love with a jackass!"
"STILL? Haha! Man, she's hilarious! After I rejected her like that?"
"Hey! please! it would mean a lot to me! just say that you at least like her as a friend and apologize for what happened last time. Man, she came running all the way to my house and started crying! She was just! out of control, man! Just tell her that! please?"
"All right!"
"You're the best!"
"Hey, Jeanne! I'm sorry for what happened last time. I was sort of tired and grouchy. I wasn't in a good mood. I never wanted to say it that way. I like you as a friend. And I want to keep that relationship. All right?" Eric let out a hand for a shake. Jeanne nodded. She let out her hand and they had a friendship shake, which made James smile.
"See? Eric likes you! He just wants to keep the relationship just as friends! All cool with you?"
"Yes.." she said softly. James took her hand and walked away with her.
"You all right, now?"
"Yeah!" she nodded. "But he only wants us to be friends! because I'm a nerd!"
"Jeanne! Why don't you ever think about me? You know he's a jerk! Why do you mope around for that! So what, if he doesn't like you! Everyone is different, Jeanne. To my eyes, you are a beauty. You can't always think about him! There are other guys out there for you! Not just Eric and me! I really don't want to see you like this."
"James! Do you really love me?"
"I don't think I need to answer that!" They stared at each other for a long time.
"James!" She tried to push him away and he staggered a little.
"Jeanne! answer this for me! do you love me?"
"James, I never intended to be your girlfriend. I just want to be your friend."
"Oh, I see! you're treating me like how Eric treated you. You don't want to be my girlfriend because I'm way different than you. You don't want to be my girlfriend because I'm better looking than you and you're afraid that people will jeer you because of that. Well, you know what? I don't care about any of that!" And with that, he grabbed her and locked her lips into his. After a while, he moved away.

"Oh, you really do love me!" She hugged him.
"But, Jeanne! do you still have feelings for him?"
"Yes! I always have, and always will."
"Do you want to be pretty? Like those girls over there?" James pointed to a group of girls. They all had big hoop earrings and what Jeanne noticed was that they did not have any thick glasses like her. Jeanne nodded. She was pretty ashamed about it.
"It's all right, Jeanne. All girls want to be good looking. Even they were ugly once. Everyone is."
"Really?"
"Sure! I used to act like a girl once. I always thought about my appearance, my clothes, and my hair ; just like a girl."
"Haha! That's funny!"
"It's good to see you laugh. Now, Jeanne. I'll help you become pretty'. Then will you be happy?"
"I don't know. I've never been attractive in my life.." she said innocently.
"Well, it's time you are!"

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Kamila ku gesit dan lincah. Dia sekarang sedang senang berlari-lari, melompat-lompat atau meloncat dari meja kekursi la! lu dari kursi ke lantai kemudian berteriak ‘Horeee, Iya bisa terbang’. Begitulah dia memanggil namanya sendiri, Iya. Kembang senyumnya selalu merekah seperti mawar di pot halaman rumah. Dan Kania tak jarang berteriak, ‘Iya sayaaang,’ jika sudah terdengar suara ‘Prang’. Itu artinya, ada yang pecah, bisa vas bunga, gelas, piring, atau meja kaca.. Terakhir cermin rias ibunya yang pecah. Waktu dia melompat dari tempat tidur ke lantai, boneka kayu yang dipegangnya terpental. Dan dia cuma bilang ‘Kenapa semua kaca dirumah ini selalu pecah, Ma?’

18 tahun yang lalu,
Hari ini Kamila ulang tahun. Aku sengaja pulang lebih awaldari pekerjaanku agar bisa membeli hadiah dulu. Kemarinlalu dia merengek minta dibelikan bola. Kania tak membelikannya karena tak mau anaknya jadi tomboy apalagi jadi pemain bola seperti yang sering diucapkannya. ‘Nanti kalau sudah besar, Iya mau jadi pemainbola!’ tapi aku tidak suka dia menangis terus mintabola, makanya kubelikan ia sebuah bola. Paling tidak akubisa punya lawan main setiap sabtu sore. Dan seperti yangsudah kuduga, dia bersorak kegirangan waktu kutunjukkan bolaitu. ‘Horee, Iya jadi pemain bola.

’17 Tahun yang lalu,
Iya, Iya. Bapak kan sudah bilang jangan main bola di jalan. Mainnya di rumah aja. Coba kalau ia nurut, Bapak kan tidak akan seperti ini. Aku tidak tahu bagaimana Kania bisa tidak tahu Iya menyembunyikan bola di tas sekolahnya. Yang aku tahu, hari itu hari sabtu dan aku akan menjemputnya dari sekolah. Kulihat anakku sedang asyik menendang bola sepanjang jalan pulang dari sekolah dan ia semakin ketengah jalan. Aku berlari menghampirinya, rasa khawatir ku mengalahkan kehati-hatianku dan ‘Iyaaaa’. Sebuah truk pasir telak menghantam tubuhku, lindasan ban besarnyaberhenti di atas dua kakiku. Waktu aku sadar, dua kakikusudah diamputasi. Ya Tuhan, bagaimana ini. Bayang-bayang kelam menyelimuti pikiranku, tanpa kaki, bagaimana aku bekerja sementara pekerjaanku mengantar barang dari perusahaan ke rumah konsumen. Kulihat Kania menangis sedih, bibir cuma berkata ‘Coba kalau kamu tak belikan ia bola!’

15 tahun yang lalu,
Perekonomianku morat marit setelah kecelakaan. Uang pesangon habis untuk ke rumah sakit dan uang tabungan menguap jadi asap dapur. Kania mulai banyak mengeluh dan Iya mulai banyak di bentak. Aku hanya bisa membelainya. Dan bilang kalau Mamanya sedang sakit kepala makanya cepatmarah. Perabotan rumah yang bisa dijual sudah habis. Dan aku tak bisa berkata apa-apa waktu Kania hendak mencari uang ke luar negeri. Dia ingin penghasilan yang lebih besar untuk mencukupi kebutuhan Kamila. Diizinkan atau tidak di izinkan dia akan tetap pergi. Begitu katanya. Dan akhirnya dia memang pergi ke Malaysia.

13 tahun yang lalu,
Setahun sejak kepergian Kania, keuangan rumahku sedikit membaik tapi itu hanya setahun. Setelah itu tak terdengar kabar lagi. Aku harus mempersiapkan uang untuk Kamila masuk SMP. Anakku memang pintar dia loncat satu tahun di SD-nya.Dengan segala keprihatinan kupaksakan agar Kamila bisa melanjutkan sekolah. aku bekerja serabutan, mengerjakan pekerjaan yang bisa kukerjakan dengan dua tanganku. Aku miris, menghadapi kenyataan. Menyaksikan anakku yang tumbuh remaja dan aku tahu dia ingin menikmati dunianya. Tapi keadaanku mengurungnya dalam segala kekurangan. Tapi aku harus kuat. Aku harus tabah untuk mengajari Kamila hidup tegar.

10 tahun yang lalu,
Aku sedih, semua tetangga sering mengejek kecacatanku.Dan Kamila hanya sanggup berlari ke dalam rumah lalu sembunyi di dalam kamar. Dia sering jadi bulan-bulanan hinaan teman sebayanya. Anakku cantik, seperti ibunya.’Biar cantik kalo kere ya kelaut aje.’ Mungkin itu kata-kata yang sering kudengar. Tapi anakku memang sabardia tidak marah walau tak urung menangis juga.’Sabar ya, Nak!’ hiburku.’Pak, Iya pake jilbab aja ya, biar tidak di ganggu!’ pintanya padaku. Dan aku menangis. Anak ku maafkan bapakmu, hanya itu suara yang sanggup ku pendam dalam hatiku. Sejak hari itu, anakku tak pernah lepas dari kerudungnya. Dan aku bahagia. Anakku, ternyata kamu sudah semakin dewasa. Dia selalu tersenyum padaku. Dia tidak pernah menunjukkan kekecewaannya padaku karena sekolahnya hanya terlambat dibangku SMP!

7 tahun yang lalu,
Aku merenung seharian. Ingatan ku tentang Kania, istriku,kembali menemui pikiranku. Sudah bertahun-tahun tak ku dengar kabarnya. Aku tak mungkin bohong pada diriku sendiri, jika aku masih menyimpan rindu untuknya. Dan itu pula yang membuat aku takut. Semalam Kamila bilang dia ingin menjadi TKI ke Malaysia . Sulit baginya mencari pekerjaan di sini yang cuma lulusan SMP. Haruskah aku melepasnya karena alasan ekonomi. Dia bilang aku sudah tua, tenagaku mulai habis dan dia ingin agar aku beristirahat. Dia berjanji akan rajin mengirimi aku uang dan menabung untuk modal. Setelah itu dia akan pulang, menemaniku kembali dan membuka usahakecil-kecilan. Seperti waktu lalu, kali ini pun aku takkuasa untuk menghalanginya. Aku hanya berdoa agar Kamilakubaik-baik saja.

4 tahun lalu,
Kamila tak pernah telat mengirimi aku uang. Hampir tiga tahun dia di sana . Dia bekerja sebagai seorang pelayan dirumah seorang nyonya. Tapi Kamila tidak suka dengan laki-laki yang disebutnya datuk. Matanya tak pernah siratkan sinar baik. Dia juga dikenal suka perempuan. Dan nyonya itu adalah istri mudanya yang keempat. Dia bilang dia sudah ingin pulang. Karena akhir-akhir ini dia sering diganggu. Lebaran tahun ini dia akan berhenti bekerja. Itu yang ku baca dari suratnya. Aku senang mengetahui itu dan selalu menunggu hingga masa itu tiba. Kamila bilang, aku jangan pernah lupa shalat dan kalau kondisiku sedang baik usahakan untuk shalat tahajjud. Tak perlu memaksakan untuk puasa sunnah yang pasti setiap bulan Ramadhan aku harus berusaha sebisa mungkin untuk kuat hingga beduk manghrib berbunyi. Kini anakku lebih pandai menasihati daripada aku. Dan aku bangga.

3 tahun 6 bulan yang lalu,
Inikah badai? Aku mendapat surat dari kepolisian pemerintahan Malaysia , kabarnya anakku ditahan. Dan diadiancam hukuman mati, karena dia terbukti membunuh suami majikannya. Sesak dadaku mendapat kabar ini. Aku menangis,aku tak percaya. Kamilaku yang lemah lembut tak mungkin membunuh. Lagipula kenapa dia harus membunuh. Aku meminta bantuan hukum dari Indonesia untuk menyelamatkan anakku dari maut. Hampir setahun aku gelisah menunggu kasus anakku selesai. Tenaga tuaku terkuras dan air mataku habis. Aku hanya bisa memohon agar anakku tidak dihukum mati andai dia memang bersalah.

2 tahun 6 bulan yang lalu,
Akhirnya putusan itu jatuh juga, anakku terbukti bersalah. Dan dia harus menjalani hukuman gantung sebagai balasannya. Aku tidak bisa apa-apa selain menangis sejadinya. Andai aku tak izinkan dia pergi apakah nasibnya tak akan seburuk ini? Andai aku tak belikan ia bola apakah keadaanku pasti lebih baik? Aku kini benar-benar sendiri.Wahai Allah kuatkan aku. Atas permintaan anakku aku dijemput terbang ke Malaysia. Anakku ingin aku ada di sisinya disaat terakhirnya.
Lihatlah, dia kurus sekali. Dua matanya sembab dan bengkak. Ingin rasanya aku berlari tapi apa daya kakiku tak ada.. Aku masuk ke dalam ruangan pertemuan itu, dia berhambur kearahku, memelukku erat, seakan tak ingin melepaskan aku. ‘Bapak, Iya Takut!’ aku memeluknya lebih eratlagi.
Andai bisa ditukar, aku ingin menggantikannya. ‘Kenapa, Ya, kenapa kamu membunuhnya sayang?’
‘Lelaki tua itu ingin Iya tidur dengan iya Pak. Iyatidak mau. Iya dipukulnya. Iya takut, Iya dorong dan diajatuh dari jendela kamar. Dan dia mati. Iya tidak salah kan, Pak!’ Aku perih mendengar itu. Aku iba dengan nasib anakku. Masa mudanya hilang begitu saja. Tapi aku bisa apa, istri keempat lelaki tua itu menuntut agar anak ku dihukum mati. Dia kaya dan lelaki itu juga orang terhormat. Aku sudah berusaha untuk memohon keringanan bagi anakku, tapi menemuiku pun ia tidak mau. Sia-sia aku tinggal di Malaysia selama enam bulan untuk memohon hukuman pada wanitaitu.

2 tahun yang lalu,
Hari ini, anakku akan dihukum gantung. Dan wanita itu akan hadir melihatnya. Aku mendengar dari petugas jika dia sudah datang dan ada di belakangku. Tapi aku tak ingin melihatnya. Aku melihat isyarat tangan dari hakim di sana . Petugas itu membuka papan yang diinjak anakku. Dan ‘blass’ Kamila ku kini tergantung. Aku tak bisa lagi menangis. Setelah yakin sudah mati, jenazah anak ku diturunkan mereka, aku mendengar langkah kaki menuju jenazah anakku.Dia menyibak kain penutupnya dan tersenyum sinis. Aku mendongakkan kepalaku, dan dengan mataku yang samar oleh air mata aku melihat garis wajah yang ku kenal.
‘Kania?’
‘Mas Har, kau … !’
‘Kau … kau bunuh anakmu sendiri, Kania!’
‘Iya? Dia..dia . Iya?’ serunya getir menunjuk jenazah anakku.
‘Ya, dia Iya kita. Iya yang ingin jadi pemain bola jika sudah besar.’
‘Tidak … tidaaak … ‘ Kania berlari ke arah jenazah anakku.
Diguncang tubuh kaku itu sambil menjerit histeris. Seorang petugas menghampiri Kania dan memberikan secarik kertas yang tergenggam di tangannya waktu dia di turunkan dari tiang gantungan. Bunyinya ‘Terima kasih Mama.’
Aku baru sadar, kalau dari dulu Kamila sudah tahu wanita itu ibunya.
Setahun lalu,
Sejak saat itu istriku gila. Tapi apakah dia masih istriku.Yang aku tahu, aku belum pernah menceraikannya. Terakhir ku dengar kabarnya dia mati bunuh diri. Dia ingin dikuburkan di samping kuburan anakku, Kamila.
Kata pembantu yang mengantarkan jenazahnya padaku, dia sering berteriak, ‘Iya sayaaang, apalagi yang pecah, Nak?’
Kamu tahu Kania? kali ini yang pecah adalah hati ku.

Bagaimana sahabat apakah menarik cerita diatas, semoga kita terus bisa belajar dari cerita ini ya :)

Cerita Haru Cinta Tragis Selvi

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Selvi memandang dari jendela kamar dan melamun berharap pelangi muncul setelah hujan lebat. Dari arah jendela Selvi melihat seorang pria berteduh di depan rumahnya. Ia masih memperhatikan pria itu dengan sebuah tas gitar yang ia lindungi lebih berharga darinya. Akhirnya hatinya ibah dan keluar dari rumah dengan sebuah payung. Ia mendekati pria itu dan membuka pintu gerbang. “Masuk yuk, daripada kehujanan.” tawar Selvi. “Yakin ga’ papa!!” ujar pria itu sopan. “Serius. Di rumah ini aku tinggal sendiri. Ayo!!!”. Pria itu memarkirkan motornya di halaman rumah Selvi yang sederhana. Kemudian Selvi mengajaknya duduk teras rumahnya. Selvi mengambilkan sebuah handuk kering untuk mengeringkan sisa-sisa hujan untuk pria itu.

Namun pria itu lebih memilih membersihkan gitarnya daripada dirinya. Selvi hanya tersenyum memperhatikan tingkah pria berkulit putih dan bermata sipit tersebut. “Kok gitarnya dulu yang di keringkan. Bukannya kamu??” “Iya ga’ papa. Ini nyawa pertamaku. Jadi penting juga!” “Emang gitar itu buat apa??” “Saya Thomas. Saya seorang gitaris band amatiran namanya Superband.” “Wah pantesan. Dengar-dengar seorang pemusik menganggap alat musik sebagai nyawanya. Aku pikir tadinya cuma rumor dan ternyata benar!” “Hehe. Gitulah. .. Emang kamu bisa main alat musik juga?” “Hm..” Selvi terdiam menatap gitar pria tersebut. “Sedikit bisa main piano, dulu sempat les tapi sekarang udah bodoh kali, tapi kalau gitar emang ga’ bisa. Pengen belajar tapi ga’ ada waktu, sibuk untuk kuliah.” “Oo gitu… Emangnya kamu kuliah dimana?” “STIKOM dekat sini. Bukan asli dari kota ini. Rumah ini kontrak, Jangan heran kalau aku tinggal sendiri di rumah ini!” “Hahaha,, gitu…!”

Selvi menawarkan secangkir teh hangat kepada pria itu. Thomas tersanjung dengan kebaikan gadis itu. Hujan mulai reda. Thomas segera ke café tempat ia bekerja dan pamit kepada Selvi. Selvi senang berkenalan dengan pria itu. “Terima kasih tempat buat aku berteduh, jasa kamu pasti aku balas kelak” “Idih… Pemusik emang romantis kata-katanya. Hmm… bagaimana kalau kamu ajarin aku main gitar!!” “Benar… dengan senang hati aku mau ajarin kamu. Kalau aku sempat pasti aku ajarin kamu.” “Baiklah kalau begitu!”. Perkenalan itu menjadi awal kedekatan mereka.

Thomas benar-benar menemui Selvi untuk mengajarkan Selvi bermain gitar dari nol hingga mulai menarik petikan nada dari gitar klasik yang dipinjamkan oleh Thomas. Selvi mulai menyukai musik sejak itu. Ia selalu menantikan guru les gitar barunya tersebut setiap kesempatan waktu yang ada. Setelah latihan beberapa kali, Thomas juga melihat sebuah potensi besar dari suara yang dimiliki oleh Selvi. Kebetulan vocalis di bandnya memutuskan mundur untuk mencari peluang kerja yang lebih baik. Selvi sempat ragu. Namun karena dorongan yang diberikan Thomas membuat ia berani menyatakan dirinya bersedia. Ternyata, pilihan Thomas kepada Selvi tidak salah. Band mereka mulai banyak menarik minat café-café untuk memberikan porsi konser kepada mereka.

Selvi mulai giat menjadi vocalis dan membuat kuliahnya terbengkalai. Ada hal lain yang ia sembunyikan dalam kebersamaan bandnya. Ia mulai jatuh cinta pada Thomas. Namun Thomas selalu menegaskan kepada seluruh tim untuk menggapai cita-cita mereka dahulu menjadi band sukses ketimpang mengurusi urusan pribadi mereka termasuk cinta. Kebesaran nama band mereka belum cukup untuk membuat band tersebut masuk dalam dapur rekaman. Beberapa kali di tolak oleh pengusaha rekaman da membuat Thomas putus asa. Disaat itulah Selvi selalu memberi dorongan. Cinta antara mereka tak dapat disembunyikan. Sejak itu mereka menjadi sepasang kekasih. Seiring mimpi mereka menjadi band sukses, diikuti kisah cinta mereka yang begitu indah. Mereka mengubah nama bandnya menjadi APPLE. Dengan tambahan dua orang yang awalnya hanya bertiga. Kini mereka berjumlah lima orang termasuk Selvi, Thomas, Gerry, Nita dan Hendra. Dua anggota baru adalah dua bersaudara Nita dan Hendra yang mempunyai kemampuan biola (Nita) dan piano (Hendra). Mereka menginginkan band mereka sukses dan saat itu juga ada audisi konser di kota mereka.

Gerry dan Thomas adalah sahabat dekat yang selalu bersama sejak kecil. Namun Gerry memiliki kebiasaan buruk sehingga memiliki beberapa musuh yang selalu datang untuk mengajaknya berkelahi. Ketika itu Gerri berdebat dengan salah satu anggota band yang terlihat iri dengan kesuksesan band Apple.

Selvi mulai mahir menciptakan lagu dengan gitar. Ia mulai sering bolos kuliah. Ia rela melakukan semua itu demi cita-cita dan mimpinya bersama sang kekasih. Hubungan mereka begitu dekat dan sulit untuk dipisahkan.

Band merekan tiba untuk melakukan audisi dan lolos ke final yang bersaing dengan band yang saat itu membuat keributan dengan Gerry. Mereka telah siap di hari final dan saat itu Selvi sedang ujian di kuliahnya. Ia memutuskan berangkat sendiri dengan taksi menuju tempat audisi setelah ujian usai. Sedangkan Thomas dan Gerry pergi bersama begitu juga Nita dan Hendra. Sesampai disana Selvi, Nita dan Hendra menunggu Thomas dan Gerry. Sedangkan band mereka sebentar lagi audisi. Selvi menghubungi Thomas dan Gerry namun tak dapat di hubungi. Mereka mulai cemas dan akhirnya Gerri menghubungi Selvi. Gerry mengatakan kalau mereka ada suatu urusan dan menyuruh Selvi untuk melakukan audisinya bertiga. Sekarang mereka bertiga berjuang untuk band mereka.

Audisi berakhir dan Selvi membawa keberhasilan. Selvi menghubungi Gerry. “Gerry, kita juara. Kita bisa jadi band dapur rekaman.” “Selamat ya. Sel, Thomas kritis. Dia dirawat di rumah sakit. Ayo, cepatan ke sini.” “Kamu ga’ bercandakan Ger?” “Ngga’, cepatan kesini.” Selvi mulai cemas dan gelisah. Sesampai di rumah sakit ia menemui Gerry dengan luka di kepalanya. Di UGD dia melihat Thomas terbaring dengan alat bantu pernafasan. Ia menerobos ruang itu dan berteriak keras. Suster dan dokter memisahkan gadis itu. Selvi bertanya kepada Gerry. “Kenapa bisa begini?” “Maafkan aku Sel. Ini salah aku. Andai aku tidak buat keributan, dia tak akan seperti ini. Dia tertusuk pisau saat dia menolong aku dari perkelahian itu.” Kemudian dokter keluar dari ruang UGD dan mengatakan pasien telah meninggal. Selvi menerobos pintu UGD dan berteriak sekeras-kerasnya. “Thom, jangan tinggalkan aku.”

Cinta mereka berakhir sebagai kenangan. Selvi tak bisa melupakan kenangan mereka berdua. Ia melihat gitar yang diberikan Thomas sebagai bagian hidup Thomas yang tersisa. Selvi memetik gitar dan akhirnya menciptakan sebuah lagu yang indah. Kemudian Selvi mempunyai semangat untuk bernyanyi. Saat itu band mereka menyanyikan lagu yang dibuat Selvi. Selvi mulai membuka kata-kata terakhirnya, “Lagu ini aku persembahkan untuk orang yang ku cintai yang telah pergi untuk selamanya.” Seorang pengusaha jatuh cinta pada lagu itu dan membuat band mereka sukses. Usai konser Selvi pulang karena kelelahan. Saat teman-temannya datang ke rumah Selvi mereka menemui Selvi dengan tetesan darah dan selembar lirik lagu untuk persembahan terakhir hidupnya. Lagu tersebut kemudian sukses dan menyisakan pilu yang amat dalam.

Semoga menginspirasi kalian semua :)

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G― Logical Minded
H― Leadership Potential
I― Helpful
J― Free-Spirited
K― Irritating
L― Funny
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