( Students at a boarding school in the Holy )
I'm glad , now I 've found who the real me , thanks to my brother ; Aghni .
I remembered eight years ago , when Aghni , my brother , is still in high school . Mother often tells the story of the proud children . Not infrequently , until the mother 's eyes filled with tears as she spoke , and even shed tears .
Every morning , my brother had to go to school . While the afternoon , returning from studying , he sell newspapers . The newspapers of that , he earned additional income for pocket money and pay tuition .
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After high school , Aghni have a strong desire to continue their studies in college . Keinginnya but it just became a dream that never dating , because my Father , do not agree with him .
Father would rather he studied at boarding school . According to him , they are in better schools . " Look , they are used to study , at most, home is also caring for the pond , " said my Father .
As a result , Mr. decisions can not be contested . And desire Aghni , my brother , it must remain the owl who missed months . Dreams are not accomplished .
Disappointed . Yes. Aghni disappointment , unstoppable . Melancholy face , can not deny mood being felt . To treat his disappointment , he was meinta blessing on my mother to wander . " Let me tempt fate . Do'akan son , mother , "said Aghni , it's time .
Mothers , women who become the foundation of our love it , looked fixedly at his son . Wiped his forehead . He looked at me closely . As if remembering , when he was a child . Aghni time , before I was born , he was carrying . Invited the streets . To then buy toys , because whining .
" Go on , boy . Benediction mother with you . May God always protect you . "
I do not just shut up . Although I can not do anything about it , but I'm a bit of money that I can give it to my brother . Incidentally , he did say he'd borrowed . But he said it to borrow without any , I will give it .
Rp.300.000 . Yes. Only it 's my money . I gave the money for the journey my brother . And with that money , mother , me , and also my sister , who was still young , my brother farewell . Along with a yellow backpack large enough , which only contains a few pieces of clothing and a little stock that was delivered mothers .
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Long time no hear news of my brother . Week . Two weeks . A month . Year. ...
Yes. No news , what will happen to my brother 's . Only rumor - rumor of the two neighbors , who he never met him . " I 've seen in Yogyakarta , " said one neighbor . While another neighbor said , " I recently met him in Jakarta . "
Uncertain . Uncertainty that is definitely out of the news about my brother . But from the news that it was only a rumor - incidentally , I had little idea what my brother is doing . He sells T-shirts from city to city . He took the shirt merchandise in Yogyakarta , and then sell it around the outside of town.
Aghni . I also miss my brother at this one . Moreover, the Yuni , the youngest sister . He always asks me about his brother. Often , after evening prayer , I pray that I can meet my brother , though only in a dream . But it turns out , was never accomplished do'aku .
Until finally , one day , still in the Eid al-Fitr , 5 years ago , I was really surprised by the arrival of a man I knew her very . " Assalamu alaikum , " called the man from outside the home .
" Walaikum greeting , " I replied , as he moved toward the door , then opened it .
I could hardly believe my eyes this time with a view . Figure of a man with skin that looks darker than the one I know . " Mas Aghni , " I say, embrace it . I held her tightly , as he edged into the house in rangkulannya . Not felt , buliran clear dripping from my eyelids . Buliran clear that then fell one one on my cheek .
While still in his arms , our foot step into the house . As if no longer willing to let go of my brother 's . I no longer want to see the walk, leave the house .
My brother 's homecoming is to kneel to the mother who has given birth and nursed her affection . Also to my Father , although once , he is a person who strongly opposed lectures . But Aghni , my brother , still kneeling in front of my Father to beg for forgiveness . As if he wanted to teach his younger brothers to not hate the beloved husband of the mother , though not uncommon , making cuts and disappointed her children .
Nothing makes me amused and touched . My brother 's homecoming , accompanied by presents for mom and her sisters . Not amused because usually , my brother , as a man , carrying a souvenir when I got home from traveling . Moved, because he is behind Stand - by brought by it for her sisters . I , my brother the other , also my youngest brother .
But that excitement , it did not last long . Because less than two hours , my sister was asking for permission again to get going again . This time he said he wanted to Jakarta . He wants to try to tempt fate there .
And like the first time he went abroad, this time , mom , me, and also my brother , can not help it . We were off to the weight , as well as prayer . Since his death the first time , I knew that he wanted to pay for a third sister , and I , my brother and my sister , to learn .
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Years , Aghni , my brother , wander . From the first time away from home , was about eight years old , apparently . From year to year , he only came home once a year ; when Idul Fitri . He was always escorted by a motorcycle , to the home page . It was not long . Only the first two hours he was at home . After that , he was gone again .
I do not know what he was doing in Jakarta . But in the eighth year of his departure , one day , I was surprised by the arrival of a pretty good car , stopped at the home page . Little by little , the car door open . Then exit the male figure familiar . He is my brother ; Aghni .
I was greeted . And as usual , his smile always inflate when meet with anyone , especially to parents and her sisters .
Once inside the house , I even made tea for my sister 's . We talked back and forth , without end . But from the various discussions that we do , sooner or later opened that my brother is now , has been pretty successful in the capital . He became a fruit merchant at the shoreline land .
His arrival this time , to keep its promise , the third brother studying finance . I learned in the Holy Qur'an . Her brother at boarding school in the nest , Apex. While the youngest brother , was educated until high school graduation . After that , he even put it into college . Perhaps to make up his hopes , because he could never received his college.
But more than that , my brother 's sincerity , a very proud thing for me , brother . And once , he never felt uncomfortable to say he wretch . But thanks to the struggle against the harshness of life , he managed to fulfill his dream to be a successful person , and kept his promise to pay for her younger siblings .
And one thing that always makes me happy , because he still calls me " Nduk " even though she has been a businessman in I bukota . " Remember , Nduk . I used just a hobo who dreams of being a successful person . Then I saw the brothers learn , and become a smart and successful people as well . Do not feel sorry for what I've experienced . But be thankful , because Allah has given the best for me after all this time I fought overseas. Remember that Nduk , "the message .
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Create Mas Ircham " Aghni "
I wrote to sincerity of your heart during this
Greetings takdzim ! !
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