"Nong, you know not if I play this swing often with my father first. Father winked while swinging me until I fell asleep with the father's voice. " At the end of the tenth month, exactly when Agam wanted to celebrate her 17th birthday, her father passed away after being treated in hospital. Agam greatly lost the figure of his father who always accompanied when his father went to the fields to plow the fields and other work.
"Nong, I really miss my father, I really want to play swing with him now," said Agam to Inong.
"Poor Religion yes, dad is calm in there. Religion a lot of praying aja ya. "Inong trying to strengthen while Agam shoulder. Agam back sumringah looked at Inong who also smiled a little.
Agam still can not forget the memories with his father, he still remembers the stories with his father. Mom tried to embrace Agam while advising her. "It's gam, you do not grieve any more, no use to you weeping dad. Father has calmed down in heaven there, we will all follow the father later, "said the mother.
"Bu, about what the father is in heaven ?," Agam asked.
Mother smiled a little while stroking Agam's hair. "Hmmm ... already, you sleep ya tomorrow must get up early to school." Mother ended the conversation Agam and passed to the room.
Allahu Akbar .. Allahu Akbar .. the sound of the dawn call to prayer. Mom just came out of her room and went to Agam's room. "Gam ... oo Agam. Wake up nak already dawn, let's pray together congregation dimasjid, "take the mother while tidying up the bed Agam is still tangled. With his eyes still slightly closed Agam took his sarong and went to the bath to wash his face.
Assalamualaikum .. Warahmatullah .. Assalamualaikum .. Warahmatullah .. imam say hello. Agam has not moved to get up and go home, preferring to stay in the dhikr mosque for a while, and to pray for his father. "Allahummaghfirlii Zunubii Waliwalidayya Warhamhuma Kama Rabbayani Shaghirah" the prayer of Agam as he raised his hands upward.
Mother had been waiting for Agam to come home from the mosque. Not long after mother heard the sound of knocking door. "Tok tok tok ... assalamualaikum bu, ni Agam bu." Mother then headed to the front living room and opened the door. "Why late gam home"? mother asked as she reached out to Agam.
"Remembrance a moment bu." Agam replied. Mother replied "yasudah bathing continues there, later oversleep to school."
"Yes ma'am." Agam replied briefly.
Arriving at school Agam met with Inong, they are one school. Agam sit in class XII.IPA.4, Step Inong Sit in class XII.IPA.3. They are friends from small.
"Nong, we'll come home from school yesterday yuk yuk ..." invite Agam. Inong only nods and a little smile that comes out of Inong's lips.
"Father often took me to this tree, playing with a swing until I fell asleep. Daddy swinging me while I was waking up ". Agam is very spoiled with his father but after his father died, he just goes alone to this tree, occasionally he invites Inong to the tree just to accompany him. If Agam to the tree, Agam often daydream while looking at the swing that moves back and forth. Memories of Agam, his father and the tree is very imprint on Agam who now must replace his father to keep his mother and sister at home.
"Nong, did you go up to that swing?"
"For what Gam?". Ask Inong curious.
"Already, ride aja kuun ayunin"! command Agam.
Inong tried to climb the swing of the tree, then Agam who swung it. Inong looks very enjoying it. Swinging Inong, Agam ventured as his father had imitated him 10 years ago before his death.
"It's good Nong"? asked Agam.
"It's so good Gam, thanks Gam" Inong replied with a small laugh.
Agam and father make the tree as a place to remove fatigue and playground. But after his father died, the tree was only a place of solace.
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