seberapa besar kekuatan doa Ibu

can u believe our Moms' prayer?

selaku orang yang sangat mengidolakan sosok Ibu, aku sangat mempercayai kekuatan doa Ibu. entah apa yang pernah didoakan Ibu, tapi yang jelas, aku sering kali merasakan efek dashyatnya.

how can i not thanks to God,
God still gives me chances to see my beloved Mimim once in a fortnight. i still can see her laugh, her smile, her tired-face and her tears when i left her back to my recent residence. i also can hear her talking, her calling, her mumbling.

setidaknya, aku akan senantiasa bersyukur, masih ada Ibu di sisiku walau tidak pernah secara nyata di sampingku di tiap detik aku bernafas.

Mom's prayer.

entah mengapa, jika kita mempercayai kekuatan sesuatu, pasti kita akan seringkali merasakan efek dari kekuatan tersebut.
contohnya doa Ibuku.
pernah sehari, aku berantem ama Ibu (sorry, Mom!) hanya gara-gara prinsip kerja. aku gak mau jadi PNS saat masih muda gini. terang aja Ibu tersinggung (sorry again, Mom!) la wong Ibuku mantan PNS yang menghidupiku sampai segede gini pake uang hasil jerih payah PNS sejati. Ibu merasa aku kurang bersyukur atas semua rezeki yang sudah diberikan Alloh kepadaku (actually, i didnt mean that!)
Ibu memaksaku membuktikannya. apakah dengan bekerja di perusahaan swasta, aku akan bisa menghidupi 4 orang anakku kelak (well, aku gak pernah membayangkan punya empat orang anak. satu aja belum punya!)

Ok, aku ladeni aja tantangan beliau.

how dare i was!

ketika aku dipanggil sebuah perusahaan MNC di ujung kepulauan Indonesia sana, aku begitu sombongnya membuktikan prestasiku kepada Ibu. dengan bekerja disana, aku pasti bisa membiayai keempat calon anakku (sambil sedikit berdoa, jangan empat dehh...kebanyakan!)
hm..i can do it!
eee...ternyata Ibu gak mau jauh dari aku. Ibu takut aku tinggal dan Ibu mengkhawatirkan nasibku jika aku hidup jauh dari pulau Jawa. berhari-hari aku meninggalkan Ibu. berhari-hari itu pula, Ibu kerap menelepon, memintaku kembali. tapi aku keukeuh, aku gak mau pulang sebelum aku membuktikan tantangan Ibu.
hmm..(jadi anak kok nekat amat)

entah mengapa, la kok tiba-tiba bos ku menyuruhku pulang ke Jawa. huaaaaaaaaa....hancur hatiku!
how can i accept this!

berbulan-bulan aku mencari asal muasal kenapa aku dipulangkan ke Jawa. dan akupun tahu setelah berbulan-bulan kemudian. it just because Mom asked God to bring back me to her side. Mom got sad when I was away, and Mom asked God..

maybe Mom and God have a special relationship that we can't see here.
maybe God loves Moms much more than the other people who donot have the title such : a Mom, a Mother, a Mimim, Bunda, Ibu, Emak, etc.
maybe Mom always sacrifices more than us.
maybe Mom has a tender heart than any other untitled people
maybe Mom always honest to God, to us (as her children), to her husband, too.
maybe Mom is the only person who fight her life to bear her children (God has written in Holy Quran that Mom's fighting in maternity equal to a soldier in a syahid war)

I just wanna tell you
how our Moms' little prayer can be our best guardian ...
and I thank God much for having such a great Mom who will always pray and pray for her children rather than for herself.

can we (the girls) be the Moms like our own Moms?
find the answer then.


love. rere. arleynova

Happy Mom's Day

---- prelude ----

4 sept 2006


today is my mom's special day. i do remember that i have once written a poem about my mom's day in some other blogs of mine. and today, i'd like to post a story with the same outline again.

i prepared nothing for this special day, what i need to do is just to make her happy in everytime she watches me and to see her eyes be wider and happier than before in everytime she hands my hands, and at everytime she says that she really proud of me.

she has so many problems now. i dont want to make her thinking about all right now. i dont want to see her crying in her happy day. i have prepared a gift for her actually but i kept it until the right time come.

mom,
no other words i'd like to say
just..

a great prayers in my heart since midnight
a happy birthday greeting
a warm huge
a happy crying
a great protection i've asked God to give you

mom,
i love you...

--- mom's day ---

yesterday i slept mostly last. around 00'00 i took my bed, prepared something for mom's special day. unfortunately, i slept over. mom called me to wake up. i woke up at sudden. still felt something crushed in mind, i looked for mom who has called me. where was she??
she was dissapeared suddenly. i was afraid she went to her morning gym club. if it was yes, i couldnt say anything again in her birthday...
ughh..i was so depressed. where was mom..

at 5.30 mom was coming, handling some packs of food. hmm..she was going to buy some special morning menu in her day! hehe...sorry, mom! i havent prepared it yet..hehe..
a huge and a happy birthday was sent to mom.
a beautiful mom in her 61 years age.
a great power of woman in her full-burdened life.

i was crying, when i huged her again when i left.
i must go back to jogja.
mom...be patient, be strong.
although i can be at your side in some times you spent your life, i will always ask God to take care of you in everytime you take your breathe..

i always love you, Mom.
i do really..
my thanks cannot repay your sacrifice and your life for me.

thanks dear Mom.

love. rere. arleynova.

selamat ulang tahun Ibu....

selamat ulang tahun ibu...

4 september 2005,
saat aku bangun pagi, aku merasakan tangan lembut ibuku menyentuh pipiku.
lembut dan penuh kasih sayang.
aku merasakan ibuku menunggu ucapan dariku
tapi aku masih malas bangun
semalam aku tidur lelap sekali

saat aku bangun, kucari kemana beliau
oh, rupanya sedang berganti pakaian
kutanya "ibu mo kemana?"
ibu bilang "mo pengajian, dek.."
lalu kulari ke pelukan ibu, kuucapkan selamat ulang tahun
"selamat ulang tahun, ibu...semoga panjang umur dan sehat selalu...supaya bisa doain dedek terus ya..."
ibu memelukku hangat, menitikkan air mata sambil terisak...
Ya Alloh, aku pun menitikkan air mata
beri aku kesempatan lebih lama lagi untuk bisa melindungi ibuku, ya Alloh....

Ketika ibu pergi pengajian, ibu sudah tersenyum kembali..
aku lega...
Lalu kuambil gitar, kucari chord-chord indah milik Potret berjudul "Bunda"
kupetik dawainya, kunyanyikan perlahan lagu indah itu sembari ku menunggu ibu pulang dari pengajian pagi itu..
Got it! aku berhasil memainkan gitarku dan menyanyikan "Bunda" biarpun masih terpatah-patah..maklum aku hanya pemain gitar amatiran.
sakit di jemariku yang sering kambuh saat kumat saat aku mulai bermain gitar, tak lagi kuhiraukan, ku hanya ingin bisa mempersembahkan lagu indah untuk bundaku
Alhamdulillah, my mom likes it..

Saat ibu pulang, ada banyak makanan pesananan ibu di ujung jalan, kotak-kotak nasi kuning...
doaku saat aku mulai makan, " semoga Ibu senantiasa dilimpahkan kebahagiaan"
di hari ulang tahun ibu, aku mau melakukan yang terbaik untuk ibu..wish God help me...

sekitar jam 9 mas anto telpon dari subang,
sayang sekali mas anto gak bisa datang di hari ulang tahun ibu...tapi dia sempatin mengabsen ke semua yang ada di rumah. senangnya....
hanya ada aku, mas wawan, bapak, dan keluarga kecil mbak nina

siang hari, tanteku dateng dari madiun, beliau adik terdekat ibu..
bawa banyak sekali oleh-oleh..
jajan pasar, bothok, semar mendhem, mendhut, lemper, mangga (yang ini pesenanku)..semua seakan mengingatkan ibu dan tante pada masa² kecil mereka berdua di desa..

aku masak sop jagung ayam siang itu, ayam goreng juga...
makan siang itu terasa ramai dan nikmat
kami bisa berkumpul bersama dalam suasana bahagia, di hari bahagia ibu...

Ya Alloh, aku hanya bisa mengucap syukur tiada terkira kepada-Mu
Alhamdulillah wa syukurilah, atas semua karunia-Mu ibu masih sehat saat merayakan hari jadinya yang ke 60...Alhamdulillahi Rabbil Alamin...
Lindungi Ibu ya Alloh, apabila aku tak sempat menjaganya lebih lama lagi, atau aku tak selalu berada di samping beliau..
Ya Alloh, hanya kepada-Mu aku berserah dan kembalikan semuanya...
Bahagiakan Ibu selalu ya Alloh..karena bahagia Ibu adalah bahagia kami semua,
dan duka Ibu adalah tangis kami semua...
Terima kasih ya Alloh...
Alhamdulillah....

love. rere. arleynova