Dulu saya sering diajak cerita macam macam tentang tempat dan kejadian apapun.
Kalau pas saya di Semarang, saya antar ke kantornya yang didalam menara Masjid.
Lanjut ke Masjid Kauman, tempat dulu saya sering diajak sholat Jumat, lanjut ke pasar Johar dan alun alunnya yang sekarang.
Ya papa memang selalu diam... biarlah saya yang berceloteh, tapi saya menangkap pembicaraan papa dari pandangan matanya yang berbicara.
Maafkan ya pa...ini tidak bisa mengajak melihat secara langsung hanya dari gambar dan video.
PR saya untuk men scan foto foto jadul belum kelar juga....ðŸ˜
Pengen sekali hunting foto semarang.. mengeksplore dan menunjukkan ke Papa sudut sudut yang sering dikunjungi termasuk pelabuhan yang dulu menjadi mata kuliah ajarannya.
So this is for you pa
In silence
In a quiet room, where time stood still,
A father and son shared a moment, an intimate thrill.
The son sat by his father's side, his presence strong,
As the old man lay weak, his voice almost gone.
No longer could he speak, his words lost in the air,
But his eyes told a story, filled with love and care.
With every word the son uttered, the father's gaze intensified,
His eyes speaking volumes, a language intensified.
The son spoke of their memories, of adventures past,
Of laughter and hardships, together they surpassed.
The father's eyes gleamed, filled with pride and delight,
As he listened to his son, his heart shining bright.
He had taught him life's lessons since he was small,
Guiding him through storms, catching him when he would fall.
Now, it was the son's turn to lend a guiding hand,
To strengthen his father, to help him withstand.
Though the road grew weary, their bond remained strong,
A testament to a love that could never go wrong.
Time might have taken its toll, the body frail and weak,
But the love between father and son continued to speak.
Through the language of their eyes, a connection so deep,
A silent conversation, only they could keep.
The son held his father's hand, offering comfort and solace,
Knowing that their love would transcend any space.
In this moment of simplicity, their souls merged as one,
A father and son, their story far from done.
Though the journey ahead would hold challenges untold,
Their love would endure, an unbreakable mold.
And so, in that quiet room, father and son basked in time,
A bond unbreakable, a love so divine.
In the silence, their hearts quietly sang,
A poignant harmony, father and son, forever they'd remain.
Mas Bojreng
October 14th 2023
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