Dear Allah, I miss her so bad..

My cellphone didn't ring on that day.. My father who always informs me everything didn't phone me. "nice day, every thing's alright", my thought. After teaching, I was at kedai Lembang waiting my hubby to get home together. ... He came! Soon I greet him, let him to sit and gave him a glass of water. He enjoy his meal. In the middle of eating, he said about my father's call. "Did father call you?", he asked. "No", "What happened?", I answer surprisingly. "He called me but he didn't say anything, I guess grandma has passed away", he said.

My body was getting trembled. I didn't believe it. Soon I called my father. "How's grandma?", I asked seriously. "She's gone..", he said. Tears run down shyly but I tried to hold them. Immediately I imagined her.. her kindness, her love, her old face, her sickness...

I felt chaotic. I don't know what must I do. "Will we go to hometown tonight?", he offered. "Certainly", I answered firmly. Immediately we went home and prepared to go to my hometown, Majalengka. Ya Allah, there was unexpected rain shortly before our departure. It was 8 p.m. and we decided to go.

My watch showed 12.05 a.m. when I arrived in Majalengka. Unconditionally, I felt sad and so blue. ... there was a yellow flag in front of that house. Oh, I cannot hold my tears.. Soon I entered and I saw a body covered with a shroud. "Innalillahi Wa Inna Ilaihi Rojiun.. Ya Allah..." Now, I believe that you have gone, my lovely grandma..."

"my student's fist debut" she said.

It was on Saturday morning, 7 February, 2015, I sent my abstract to pkbb Atma Jaya. The abstract was attached the names of my beloved supervisors, Dr. Suhendra Yusuf, M.A. and (Dr.) Zubaedah Wiji Lestari, M. Pd. (she will get "Dr" soon hoho) and of course, me. Time goes by, I never checked my email. At the same time, my colleague asked me to check email because he sent teaching material on it. (Suprised) I got email from pkbb Atma Jaya about the extension on the announcement of successful abstract. "Semoga lolos ya Allah" I said and my face was full of hope.

Time keeps running... Unpredictable, there was an invitation to present my paper in Jakarta.. Alhamdulillah..

Invitation Letter

baby girl called Efin Marifatika

"Ouuh, help me", said my mom when her hand rubbed her tummy. My sisters heard it, "Mommy need our helps, what happened, Mom?" oh, it was so terrible situation. There was contraction on my mother's belly, she would give a birth... It was on Saturday morning, 16 of May approximately at 10 am. One of my sister called my grandma - my house was beside grandma's house - because my father was not at home. He was playing Badminton with his friends.

Fortunately, my aunt came to my house together with a midwife.. I couldn't imagine the process of giving a birth and the sickness of it.. "eeaaa", "eeeeaaa", finally I met world. I think everybody loves me, and they were grateful for the born of baby girl..

"Ok, see you!" someone roared. Oh, that was my father talked to his friends. When he entered home, he was very surprised that he saw a baby beside my mom.. "Alhamdulillah", he said. I think he was very happy.. All of my families visited my home to see me, but I didn't know what they were thinking about me.. The most important thing, I do believe that my parents want me to be a "sholehah and successful" girl.. I do hope I would be the pride of them.. Absolutely the pride of baby girl called Efin Marifatika..