Mother, I Love You.

I came with an idea to write this a few days ago, in the moment where I just realize, I love my mother very much.

It was a simple thing. My mother never work in an office, so she's never been in a good relationship with computer except years ago when we was a kid. And she was just using it to play Tetris, and Frog. You must remember that games.

As the time goes by, technology is developing. There comes pager then mobile phones. Because she needs to communicate with her friends, she got one too. I can't remember how many time she disturbed me while I was working, asking me how to this and that with her mobile. SMS, MMS, and I keep teaching her until I wrote the manual in my words for her to remember.

Then comes smart phone, which for elderly it's much more difficult to use than a regular mobile phone. Therefore of course BBM and e-mail, the she wants to have a Facebook. I made her one. Recently she told me she needs a laptop. So, I gave her my old macbook. So yeah, she's an apple user.

Every time she found an issue, she keeps BBM-ing me and ask questions that basically she already asked couple of times too. I was really tired. Cause we no longer lives on the same roof. And she can't ask to my sister cause they were gonna kill each other end the end, I believe.

In the middle of tiring answering all of her needs, I suddenly realize. When I was a kid, I must have thousand of questions to her. About things, about animals, about fruits, about people, mostly about anything. Lalu, kenapa saya harus merasa terganggu dengan pertanyaan seorang ibu yang mempertaruhkan nyawanya untuk melahirkan saya ke dunia ini, hanya dengan pertanyaan seputar gadget dan teknologi? Kenapa? Lalu, kenapa saya harus merasa lelah? Kenapa saya harus merasa terganggu? I know I shouldn't. She's always been there for me, all the time. She never judge how I live my life now. She respects my decision to get out from the house before marriage. And she always welcome me at home. She always make sure she got my favorite food if I come home.

One day, I was at home. I came to her room without knocking her door. She was praying, and I overheard my name. I was in tears out of a sudden. This is the person who will never get tired of you, this is the person who will love you no matter what, this is the person who would die for you. Why don't I do the same. Then I promise myself, next time she asks me question, I will always answer it with smile.

Mother, I love you.