A LETTER FOR GRANDMA

Sebuah kisah ini diambil dari majalah Annida Nomor 12/XI/13 Maret 2002 , majalah ini saya beli pada saat ada bazaar di kampus. Dari beberapa artikel, cerpen dan lainnya yang ada di Annida ini, “A Letter For GRANDMA” merupakan tulisan yang menarik menurut saya.

A Letter For GRANDMA

By: Aida

“Dear Grandma, Tonight I see thousands of stars, shining on the dark sky. I’m sitting near the window, feeling the blast of the night wind, holding my pen and thinking of you. I always remember our village every time I look at the night sky. After performing the Isya prayer, I used to play under the moonlight with the other children, while you made some roasted corns for us.

It was just one of the moments that remain me of you. Actually, many moments have made me write this. I’m not a good writer, Grandma. But I’ll try to write. Hopefully you will know why.

Everything that happened to me this week, have open my eyes and made me realized how important you are to me. Every time mommy calls you, you always ask about me, my health, my study, and even my pets. Every harvest time our house is full of gifts from you. Rice, mangoes, soybeans, and many more. When our big family go to your village in Ramadhan, your special delicious roasted chicken would be ready for us. Although you very strict to your children, you are very generous to me and your other grandchildren.

I am deeply sorry, Grandma, I couldn’t realize this fact, until what happened to me this days. My neighbor said that I was very lucky to have a grandma like you (and I suddenly realized that you were the only grandparent that I still had). Do you know why she said that? She had noticed that we always had contacts regularly, by phone, or by visiting each other. She also knew that we are very close, just like friends. I was very surprise, Grandma, because the thing that I thought as ordinary and common meant differently for someone else. She thought that our relationship was very special.

Another moment that made me remember your kindness was, when my best friend Prita said that she was jealous because you accompanied me at the graduation party!

She doesn’t have grandparents any more. I was thinking about you, Grandma. You are the only and the closest Grandma that I ever had until now. Why couldn’t I see it?

You are my mother’s mother. You have become my mother, too. I am ashamed of my self because I haven’t mentioned you much in my pray. Every time I remember your wrinkled hands which always caress my head when I go to sleep, you wise smile, your silver hair, and your clear eyes every time you gaze at your grandchildren…every detail of you comes to my mind and makes me feel even more guilty.

What kind of a grandchild am I? Every one can see how special our relationship is, except me. I often forget to say thank you. I don’t remember when the last time I say I love you, Grandma. But believe me, it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. I was just being careless.

Dear Grandma, I know it is too late to begin a new episodes especially for me, after so many years you have showed your love for me.

But it’s better late than ever. I know why children love you, because you give everything you have sincerely. And I think that’s why Allah loves you so much by giving you a good health, a peaceful life and a big family who always pray and give you attention. I want to be a part of it, Grandma.

Forgive me because of my weakness and also because I can’t send a letter to you. As I told you, I am not a good writer. I just wrote it on my diary, to express my feeling and my regrets. It will be my promise and remainder for my self.

From now on, I will try it be good grandchild for you. Even though you don’t ask me to do, but this is my obligation. I love my parents, and I love you as much. Someday I will be grandmother, too. I want to be like you, have good children and grandchildren, until the end of my life.

May Allah hear this pray. I am wishing the every best for you, Grandma. I will train my self to say “I love you” to you, although I know you will laugh when you hear that, I will give you more and more attention, and I hope Allah will make you wishes come true. Hopefully, you can go to Mecca as soon as Allah gives you the opportunity to visit Him there. Amen.

Grandma, thank you for your sincerity.

Love,

Your grandchild

Leila put down the letter she wrote last night. It was five thirty in the morning now. She wiped the tears rolling down her cheek. She took the phone and slowly, she dialed her grandma’s number. After silence, she heard someone answered it.

“Grandma?” she called softly, with a peaceful smile on his face.

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The End

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