A Mother's Sacrifice

You know? A mother's sacrifice can be seen anytime and anywhere. The little things he does is a devotion. A sacred sacrifice. Do not care about anything. Her family's family is happy, enough for her.

Tere Liye said, pay attention. At least before you sleep. Who's the latest to get into his bed? Who was the first to get up to take care of his house? Who?

Take a look, mothers are willing to wash all the clothes of family members. Mother willing to sleep disturbed for the convenience of the child. Also willing to set aside his business for the sake of his family. Even willing to be patient in taking care of her child, when sick or healthy. Feeding food for example.

"Come on, another bite, Dira," the mother just persuaded her to eat. Come on, Dira will not. It's really delicious eating a sick time meal. Bitter, as we know.
"Enek, Ma. Bitter, "Dira just complained. Always a bitter word that he catapulted to persuade the mother. Mama's cooking is good. Very much. But he just felt-, bitter maybe? Not fit on his tongue. Just a day he had a fever, his tongue was overreacting. Bitter gnawing at it. Always that word, bitter, bitter, bitter.
Dira does not want to eat again, though just a bite.

The mother took a deep breath. Blow it slowly, smiling. He knew his son would be stubbornly like this when he was sick. Dira is always worried with great pain if ill. The only child, he replied when asked various kinds by his neighbors. Is it wrong if he just wants to spend the child? Only when sick, come on. Dira grew up with a beautiful person. The fight is not much, unless it is sick. The mama glared at Dira, once more. His final persuasion.

"Dira eat ya? Dira not love ya same mama? Mama's tired of cooking. Or mama dish not good? Make it cool? "Sorry enough the mother said so to her son. The face of his son was guilty. Want to defend but, Dira stays silent.
"Eat yes?" Said Dira mama once more. Dira knows, her mama will not say so accuse, if she is not too stubborn. His mother knows, Dira will not move if asked so. It is always like that. Pamungkas the mama.
Dira felt like a very selfish child in her mama. Like uncivilized Dira made. Dira knows, her mama-
-is too tired huh?

Dira smiled bitterly, accepting her last bite. Chew and swallow it in silence. Very difficult. He wanted to spit it out, but did not want her sad more deeply. Smile, managed to eat it.
"Uh, Ma,"

"Now take the medicine, honey?"...

What can she do? His mama really looks tired. Behold, her haired kid is gone everywhere. Look, his black eyes round him, staying up for Dira. Again Dira had to give in. Her mama is tired already.

"Yeah, Ma," Dira smiled to find her mother smiling happily. Just because he wants to take medicine. All right, Dira knows, very know. Her mother loved her. Greater than dear to himself.