My son, ...When the mother may chooseDoes mom or big-bodied slim because mengandungmuAnd the mother will choose mengandungmu ...Because in mengandungmu mothers feel the magic and majesty of GodNine months of my son, ... you live in the mother's abdomenYou go wherever the mother goesYou come to feel when the mother's heart beat because happinessYou kicked the mother's womb when you feel uncomfortable, because the mother was disappointed and in tears ...My son, ...When the mother may choose whether the mother had a cesarean section, or the mother had to struggle melahirkanmuSo the mother chose to fight melahirkanmuBecause waiting from hour to hour, minute to minute birthIt is like waiting for the queue to enter one door of heavenBecause virulence perjuanganmu to find a way out into the world very maternal feelingAnd that's when the greatness of God wrap us bothThe angel smiled among the sweat and groan of pain,Mother who could never tell anyoneAnd when you are present, break the world cryThat's when the happiest moment ...All the pain & suffering vanished seeing yourself in red,Listen to your dad a call to prayer,Sentence creed greatness of God and the determination of the heart of our master the Prophet in the ear mungilmuMy son, ...When the mother may choose whether chested beautiful mother, or have to wake up at midnight to menyusuimu,So the mother chose menyusuimu,Because the mother has menyusuimu equip your life with the drops and gulp gulp a very valuableFeel the warmth of your body's lips and bosom mothers in maternal drowsiness,It is an incredible feeling that other people can not feelMy son, ...When the mother may choose to sit for long in the conference roomOr sit on the floor with you stick puzzleSo the mother chose to play puzzle withBut my son ...Life is a choice ...If the choice of the mother, you feel lonely and miserableSo forgive my son ...Sorry mom ...Sorry mom ...Believe me, son, mother is perfect puzzle of our lives,So that no one kepingpun part of our lives is missing puzzleBelieve me, son ...Silence and mourning mothers ranamu is partiallyBelieve me, son ...You are always a half life of the mother ...Sanggarwati Ruth (Ratih Sang)
