His name is taufik, a good name that mean fortune, my next door who used to go to the beach on our summer. Usually I love to carry Kiky on shoulder, his only kid on our way home. It was happy time, in good season too that kiky’s smile would last for good.
On his way to heaven, he pull his beautiful mom and push down his dad to unknown deep trench. Not all could survive on grief of lost, and we can’t judge for what they are. Everybody has own life to live.
People look for what they see, a simple happy family, but deep inside the hide a long suffering disease. Something that we hate to tell or share, a sad story is for our own. We share only a happiness.
Though sharing a problem could easy the burden, not all people would like to listen sad story. Only good heart who made in heaven are exceptional. Sometimes we couldn’t see those as we used to see people by their appearance than what they really are.
That’s way what really friend are there in bad time than in good time. Who keep around when you are sad are really friends, not the one who used you for their need. Good friend is best taufik, a best fortune.
