Sad story - Balls To Children

A lightweight paper that I got from an email, just sharing aja yah, sad story of the emails in
one mailing list that I follow. For those of you who like reading stories or short story, and
happened to have never read the text below, Let's get together to read it. Here's the
story ....
Is this fate? Born as a son-not an option. But I have to stay married and Kania. That's why
we're in the Central Civil Registry.Our mayor was the guardian of judges.
Within thirty minutes, we completed a wedding procession. Without sungkem and sow a
jasmine or a special meal and prosperous greetings from relatives but I'm still very grateful
for Lukman and Naila want H! Adir a witness.

I'm already stepping on a quarter-century and Kania below me. Our goal is simple, want to
live happily, it was 25 years ago.

22 years ago,

My job is not! so elite, but enough for meals, my family, yes family.Because now I've got a
daughter & kunamai momongan he Kamila. I wish he could be a perfect woman, I mean the
rich will favor good until he looks perfect. Her skin is still red, maybe because she was only
a week. Unfortunately, he did not dijenguk his grandparents and I was concerned. I should
be able to accept fate again, my parents and parents do not want to accept our
Kania. Never mind I have no right to force and I do not hate them. I just believe, someday,
they will change.

19 years ago,

Kamilaku nimble and agile. He's now happy to run around, jump around or jumping from
table to chair and from the chair onto the floor and then shout "WOOOHOOO Iya can
fly." So he called his own name, iya.kembang always smile broke like a rose in a pot
courtyard. And Kania (her mother) was rarely yelled, "Yeah sayaaang," if you've heard the
sound "Prang". That means, there is a rupture, can flower vases, cups, plates, or glass
tables. Last mother's makeup mirror that broke out when he jumped off the bed onto the
floor, wooden doll holding bounce. And he just said "Why are all the glass in this house is
always broke, Ma?"

18 years ago,

Today Kamila's birthday. I accidentally came home early from work to buy gifts
first. Yesterday then he whines ask buy the ball. Kania did not buy him, not wanting his son
so much less so tomboyish soccer player as is often spoken of our children that "When you
grow, Yes would be a football player." But I do not like him win! s continue to ask for the
ball, so I bought it a ball. Most
I could not have opponents to play every Saturday afternoon. And as I thought, he cheered
with delight when I showed the ball."Hooray, Yeah so players ball."

17 Years ago,

Yes ... ... Yes ... ... Bapakkan told you not to play ball in the street. Aja game at
home. According to try if he, Mr. would not be like this. I do not know how Kania can not
know Iya hide the ball in his schoolbag. All I know, the day was Saturday and I'll
menjemputnyanya from school. I saw my son was busy kicking the ball all the way home
from school and his bush! in ketengah road. I ran over to him, a sense of defeat khawatirku
precautionary attention and a landslide of sand truck hit me, lindasan stop tire size on two
legs. When I realized my leg was amputated two. My God, how this. Dark shadows
enveloped my mind, without a leg, how I work while my job to transport the goods from
companies to consumers' homes. Kania I saw weeping bitterly, her lips just say "Try it if you
do not buy the ball"

15 years ago,

Perekonomianku helter skelter after the accident. Severance pay runs out to the hospital
and money savings evaporate so the kitchen smoke. Kania started a lot of complaining and
Iya started many shouted. I can only pet him and say that her mother was so quick to
anger headache.

Home furnishings that can be sold has been exhausted. And I can not say anything when
Kania would like to search abroad. He wanted a larger income to provide for
Kamila. Allowed or not allowed him to keep going, so he said, and eventually he did go to
Malaysia.

13 years ago,

A year since the departure Kania, my finances a bit better but it was only a year. After that
there was no longer news. I have to prepare money for Kamila entered junior high
school. My son is smart he jumped a year at his elementary school. With all the concerns I
forced to Kamila could continue school. I worked odd jobs, doing a job I can do with two
hands. I'm sad, face reality.
Watching my son is growing teenager and I know he wants to enjoy his world. But things
were locked in all its shortcomings. But I must be strong. I should be brave to teach Kamila
tough life

10 years ago,

I'm sad, all the neighbors often mocking kecacatanku. And Kamila was only able to run into
the house and hid in the room. He was often so months thereafter insult peers. My son
pretty, like her mother, "Let beautiful beggar reply yes to the sea aje". Maybe it was the
words that are often heard. But my patience was not angry even though he could not help
crying too. "Patience ya, kid!" Hiburku. "Sir, Yes aja pake jilbab yes, let me not be
disturbed" she begged me. And I cried. My son forgive your father, it only sounds that could
kupendam in my heart. Since that day, my son never left her veil. And I'm happy my son, it
turns out you're getting older. She always smiled at me. He never showed his
disappointment to me because the school only until junior high school.

7 years ago,

I think all day, my memory of my wife Kania went back to my mind.Already many years did
not hear he was doing. I can not lie to myself, if I still have the longing for him. And that is
what makes me scared. Kamila last night said he wanted to become migrant workers to
Malaysia. It's hard for him to find a job here that just graduated from junior high. Should I
let go for economic reasons.He says I'm old, my energy began to run out and he wants me
to rest. He promised to be diligent to send me money and save for capital. After that he
would come home, come with me back and open a small business. Like last time, this time
A! I was powerless to stop him. I just pray that Kamilaku fine.

4 years ago,

Kamila never too late to send me money. Nearly three years he was there. He worked as a
waitress at the house of a lady. But Kamila not like the man he called progenitor. His eyes
never imply good light. He is also known to like women. And it was the wife of his young
mistress of the fourth. He said he had wanted to go home because lately she often
disturbed by the progenitor.

Lebaran this year he'll stop working. That's what I read from his letter. I'm glad to know it
and always wait until that time arrives.Kamila said, I do not ever forget to pray and if my
condition is good try to pray Tahajjud. No need to impose to the sunnah of the fasting
month of Ramadan I would each have to try my best to strong to manghrib drum
sounds. Now my son is smarter than me to advise. And I'm proud.

3 years 6 months ago

Is this a storm? I got suratdari Ppemerintahan Malaysia Police, reportedly arrested my

son. And he was threatened with capital punishment, because he's proven to kill the
husband's employer.Shortness of my chest to hear this. I cry, I do not believe.Kamilaku
gentle impossible to kill. After all why he should be killed. I asked for legal assistance from
Indonesia to save my son from death. Almost a year I anxiously waited for my son's case is
completed. My old power drained and exhausted tears. I can only beg for my son not be put
to death if he was guilty.

2 years 6 months ago

Finally, the verdict fell well, my son found guilty. And he must undergo hanging in return. I
can not nothing but cry sejadinya. If I did not let him go if his fate would not be this bad? If
I did not buy his ball if things were definitely better? I now actually own. O God
strengthened me.

Upon request I picked up my son to fly to Malaysia. My son wanted me there at his side at
the end. Look, he's very skinny, his eyes puffy and swollen. I wanted to run but what my
power was not there. I went inside the meeting room, he berhambur at me, hugged me
tightly, as if he did not want to let go of me.! "Sir, Yes Fear!" I hugged him tighter. If could
be exchanged, I want to replace it. "Why Yes? Why did you kill her baby? "I asked my son
Yeah. "The old man wants to sleep with him Yes, sir. Yeah do not want to. Yes he beat
her. Yes fear, Yes push and he fell from a bedroom window. And he's dead. Yes it is not
wrong, sir! "I'm aching to hear it. I pity the fate of my son. His youth just disappear. But I
could be anything, the old man's fourth wife demanded that my son put to death. He was
also wealthy and respectable man. I've tried to apply for relief for my son, but he did not
want to see me too. In vain I lived in Malaysia for six months to apply for leniency to the
woman.

2 years ago,

Today my son will be punished by hanging. And she will be present to see it. I heard from
the officer if he had arrived and was behind me. But I do not want to see it. I see the hand
signals of the judges there. The officer opened the board who stepped on my son. And
"BLASS" Kamilaku now depends. I can not cry anymore.Once you are sure is dead, my son's
body was revealed. I heard footsteps towards
my son's body. He lifted the cloth cover and smiled sarcastically. I raised my head, and with
my eyes that sam! ar by tears I see a familiar face lines.

"Kania?"

"Mas Har, are you?"

"You ... you kill your own children, Kania" I answered

"Yeah? He ... .. he .... Yes? "He cried bitterly pointed to my son's body

"Yes, yes he is our child. Yeah who wants to be a player if you're a big ball. "

"Nooooo ... .... Tidaaaaak ... ..." Kania running toward my son's body. Rigid body shook as
she screamed hysterically. An officer approached Kania and give a piece of paper clutched in
his hand when he descended from the gallows.

It read "Thank you Mama."

"I just realized, if the du! Kamila lu my son already knows her mother a year ago,

Since then my wife crazy. But if he's still my wife. All I know, I've never been divorced. Last
I heard he reportedly committed suicide.He wanted to be buried next to my son's grave,
Kamila. The word servant who accompanied his remains to me, he often shouted, "Yes
sayaaang, let alone a break, son." You know Kania, this time my heart is broken. Maybe our
parents were true, we should not get married. So no Kamila misery for our children. Yes
unfortunately this true? (True story / CN02)