gentle man
By: Putu WijayaA young girl asked her mother. Mother, a real man is like what?
His mother was shocked. He looked astonished at the child out of observations that have a beautiful girl. Fascinated, because time did not want to wait. It seems like just yesterday the child was still at his side until the mattress ngompol smelled of urine. Suddenly, only now it has become a woman who had a lot of questions.
A pair of eyes that used to frequent belekan, now highlight the range of car lights on a dark night. Its rays are so sharp. So follow the bouncing light around. However, the existing road in front of the nose itself, which is it time, see the still hazy. Life is a big secret that not only experienced in a story on the experiences of others, because it must be done alone.
Why do you ask for it, son? Because I want to know. And after you know? I do not know.
Her face became red. Her mother understands, because he was young and wanted to ask the same thing to her mother, but did not dare. Feeling that time has not been discussed, especially concerning the love. Even if tried, the answer appears often misleading. Because parents tend to hide the secret lives of his children which he considers are not quite ready for the experience.Now everything has changed. Children want to know not only what they need to know, but all of them. Including the first no-no. They love the danger. After a breath, she was rubbing the head of his daughter and whispered.
Do not be ashamed, my son. A secret he would not elaborate, if you do not even curious to open it. A secret starts with curiosity, even though you already know. Just because you have never experienced themselves, only a portrait of the foreign pengetahuanmu you read the book. Many parents hide it, because knowledge is not necessary to make your life very heavy and may break and then turn so you will never get to the destination. But you do not like it. Mother believes the time to give you the ability to face other dangers as well have been different. So the mother will tell you. But are you ready to accept the truth even if it is not fun? Capital purposes? My real man, not as you might imagine. Why not?
Because in the dream, you are confused by all sorts of expectations that overflowed from the disappointment of many men who never meet the expectations of women. There is only a feeling keki. What is wrong?
I'm not going to talk about right or wrong. Mother just wanted you to separate the feelings and thoughts. Between expectations and reality.
I always separate it. Hope is something we want to happen is often contrary to what was there before your eyes. Hope to be an illusion, it is only the shadow of the heart. I understand completely. But what is wrong with the shadows? Because of the shadows that we know there is a highlight of sunlight, so thanks to the darkness, we could see the illuminated parts of the light, the real things that we must accept, even though it was contrary to expectations. Her mother smiled. So you still remember all the mothers say? Why not? It means you're ready to see reality? I'm ready. I can not wait to hear more. Show me how a true man is.
Mother closed her eyes. It seems to collect all the scattered elements of any, to develop a clear and significant figure.
True man, my son said later, it is ... but he did not continue. Is? It is a true man. Ah, Mother ngeledek do so, I'm serious, I can not wait.
Good, she just trying to you really listen to every word that would convey the principal. So look at seriously and do not cut, because real men can not be uttered only one sentence. My real men, mothers, looking further ahead, as if he sees a true man is being moved in the air approaching the incarnation of the words. Real men are ... The mighty men?!
Wrong! Kan mother just said, do not interrupt! Men called real men, not only because he was mighty! Concrete walls are also strong, but not a real man just because he did not penetrate the bullet is not shaken by an earthquake by scratching through the tsunami, but he must be flexible and soul. Grow, expand and even change, just like you. O yes!
Not because of the powerful, not as well as a handsome man to be true. A man is not a real man just because he durable, because of its beautiful and ideal proportions. A man is not by itself be a real man because he is great, excellent, always a winner, courage and sacrifice. A man is not a real man just because he is rich, good, wise, intelligent talk, believe, interesting, hard praying, friendly, not arrogant, does not like to defame, humble, understanding, competent, good at sex , give a smart, full of tolerance, always respect other people, have a position, rank or higher has a charisma and a lot of sense. A man is not a real man just because he served, useful, helpful, honest, shrewd, smart or a genius. A man even though he is an idol that you admire, a leader, a hero, a pioneer, a rebel and reformer, even a wise-wise, does not make him automatically becomes a true man! If so what then?
A true man is one who sees the worth seeing, listening to a quick hearing, feeling which feels fast, fast thinking be thought about, read a quick read, and do that quickly made, so she thought about thinking fast, have fast done and made a reasonable living life. Young woman was stunned. Only that? A true man is a man of one of the words with action! People who consistently? More than that! A person who can be trusted? Everything! Young woman was fascinated.
What is more than one word and deed? Sincere and everything?Ahhhhh! Young woman closes her eyes, as if trying to imagine the nature of the crystallized into the human figure and then hugged him. He enjoys lamunannya could not proceed further until the talk.Heard a small groan from his mouth, admiration, adoration and longing. It has spiritual orgasm.
Ahhhhhhh, gumannya continue like getting thrust into ecstasy. I fell in love with him in the first shooting. I would like to see men like that. Tell me where I can find a real man like that, Mom?
Mother did not answer. He just looked at his daughter as compassionate. So the young woman grew curious. Where can I meet with him? For what?
Because I will say frankly, that I love. I will not shy to say, I want her to be my boyfriend, mempelaiku, the father of my children, grandchildren mother. Let him be my friend, be my stick if later I was old. Being the person who will massage my feet when asleep, the person who raised my heart that is crushed and shriveled. I develop early in the morning if I'm lazy and could not move anymore. I would proposed her to be my husband, so I will not hesitate to seduce the mother in-law, the successor of our generation, why not, I'll take it, I will fight to have it. Dada volatile young woman.
What's wrong now women choose men to be husbands, when for centuries we women just waiting to be the person chosen? Young woman opened her eyes. Ball-lightning eyes shining. He holds her hand. Mother quickly say, where I can find that man? Mother sighed. The girl was shocked. Why Mother sighed over it? Since you ask for something that is not possible, unfortunately. What? Not possible? Yes. Why? Because real men like that is no longer in the world. Oh, the young woman was surprised. No longer exists? Has been exhausted. My God, exhausted? Why? Real men like that everything is disappear, since your father died. Young woman who shouted his mouth shut because it was disappointed. Already disappear?
Yes. Now that there is only man who could no longer hold his mouth. All are four-flusher. Third class actors. Chop tempeh all.Many men are strong, smart, rich, have power and can do anything, but it can not be trusted. There is no longer true my man. They married artisans, craftsmen ngibul, all baskets herbal medicine, do not want to take care of children, especially washing your underwear, they are wild tigers and so if you've got what you want.If you are old and no longer serve diligently, they will not hesitate to punish menggebuki women who had become her mother. There is no more real men again, my son. So if you still miss the real man, you will become a spinster. Better stop that dream dud. The girl was pensive. His face looks very gloomy. So there is hope again, murmured she in a voice choking despair.There is no hope anymore. Then I was heartbroken. Broken heart? Yes. I give up. Why give up? Because what it's all my life, if there is no real man? His mother again and she rubbed the head, then smiled.
You're too young, too much reading a book and sit behind the desk. Close the book now and stand up from a chair that has imprisoned you it. Out, breathe some fresh air, view lagit blue and green leaves. There are white lilies bloom in the mass gate, the world is not as bad as you imagine in your room. Life is not sekotor told by the books in perpustakaanmu though it is not as beautiful as a dream-dream. Get out my son, looking for someone in there, then scolds and talk! Do not ngumpet here! I do not ngumpet! Do not run! Who is running? Confine himself fled or ngumpet. Come out! Exit to where? Into the street! Mother pointed to the open door. Mingle with the public. The girl was confused. For what? In the state house more comfortable? If so you want to be a frog kuper! But I'm reading a lot? I memorized by heart poems Kahlil Gibran!
Not quite! You must install the twiddle with them, a dialogue will make your heart open, your eyes see more and understand the advantages of others. The young woman shook her head. It's no use, because they are not real men. So out. Out now! Out? Yes.
Young woman is stunned, her voice became loud and commanding. He had to put the book, open earphones that since last spraying R & B music to his ears, then exit the room.
Afternoon sun blocked by clouds, from thin air pollution. But help is on the fierce tropical sun for a beautiful ball of fire. In a nearly perfect circle, the red light but soft slither into the skyline. Silhuet an eagle, saw much higher mengincer floating targets. Young women face remains blank. I do not need the sun, I need a real man, she whispered. So out of the house and see the streets! For what?
Many men in the street. Catch one. Take that anywhere, at random with the eyes closed is not any. No matter what is his name, what looks, what his education, how the brain and do not care what kind of feelings. Attract any man anywhere tergapai by hand and make it's life!
Tecengang young woman. Almost alone he would not protest. But her mother hurried cut. Original, detailed her voice soft but firm, the original, this is my most important, as long as he really loves you and you yourself are truly loved. Because of love, my son, because love can change everything. Young woman was stunned.
And more than that, go before her mother could protest, more than that my son, he said with a soft voice again, but more strict, because a wife, son, whoever he is, from wherever he is, how did he, all women, all my girls, to make a man, whoever he is, how did he, whatever his job even kalibernya however, a woman can make any man into a man's true!
THE END
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