I Am Home
Do I have to be grateful

The lake where Dimas lamented, where Dimas spilled all the muddle, where Dimas tried to compose his heart that had turned to pieces because of Anna's departure, the place where Dimas pleaded with God was also the place to blame God for Anna's departure.

Dimas could only bend his legs while looking down deeply, a month had passed but he could not accept the fact that Anna had left, if Anna had been happy there, every time Dimas returned to school, always to the lake or to Anna's tomb, every day Dimas told his activities, only one hope Dimas could make peace with his heart.

A small humming came out of Dimas' mouth to comfort him, instead of comforting Dimas was crying while singing a single verse of a song that describes him at this time.

......"It's not ready for me......

...Losing yourself...

...Not able to get away from you...

...Which is still in my heart"...

Stevan pasaribu - Not ready to lose.

"In his abundance" a woman's voice disturbs Dimas who is lamenting his fate, without her permission sitting next to Dimas.

"With you like this it won't change anything" he said, Dimas just kept quiet, he didn't even raise his head at all.

"You should be grateful" Dimas instantly raised his head instantly.

"What do I have to thank Namira for?" said Dimas who was upset.

"Lo look at him" Namira pointed to a little boy who was about 10 years old, in his hand carrying a large pouch, occasionally shouting that someone would buy his merchandise.

Namira waved his hand calling the boy "Sister buy one" he said as he pulled out a blue note, the boy then gave a tissue in the bag.

"His return to eat you yes" instantly a smile rose on the boy's face, after saying thanks he passed while offering his merchandise back.

"If you feel the person who was hurt the most because of the departure of Anna lo wrong" Dimas noticed the face of Namira who was looking at him seriously "Oh yes I forgot, I'm sorry" he continued.

"The boy lived alone with his mother" Namira began to tell the story of the little boy's life, how the bitterness of life he had to live, from childhood the boy never knew the figure of his father, the boy, he just lives in a hut with his mother.

"And her mother just died a week ago" Namira closes the story of the boy's life.

Dimas was intrigued, he was deep in thought trying to digest every sentence Namira had just told him, he was comparing his life to that of the boy.

"Do I have to be grateful" Dimas asked himself.

"Yes you should be grateful" Namira said as if knowing what Dimas was thinking.

"At least you still have them" Namira pointed to the back, where three friends Dimas and Anggi were sitting while staring at the interaction of Dimas and Namira.

"Lo is surrounded by good people and you don't have to think about what to eat tomorrow, that you should be grateful for".

"What is it about seeing a sad story that requires me to be grateful?" bean Dimas.

"Lo once heard a pearl word 'Look up to be inspired look down to be grateful' I think it is reality not just a word".

Dimas nodded slowly, he slowly began to be able to feel the warmth in his heart that had been cold for quite some time.

"So no matter how bad your fate, believe God has arranged all the best for your life in the future" Namaira stood up and immediately left Dimas who was still there.

When he turned his body around to see Namira walking away, he noticed Namira's back, in his heart he said thanks because Namira had awakened himself from the slump, has pulled himself from within the abyss of despair.

Dimas then approached his three best friends, he immediately scattered the clumsiness of the three who were always loyal to stand behind him, always faithfully pushing when Dimas stopped and pulled him when Dimas walked slowly in life.

"Thank you that everything is always there for me" said Dimas sincerely, his three friends nodded simultaneously while smiling warmly at Dimas who can make peace with the situation.