I Learnt From a Bad Thing

People say that I am a religious person. I do every single worship as a Mosle  They never knew that I was not me today. I was not a religious peson who always did every worship well. I was just a teenager who passed my life as simple as I could, but one thing was changing me. My father’s death chnaged me to be a better person.

As a teenager, I was not really think about worship or God. I did my obligation as Moslem, but just did it. No value, nothing had result for myself. As a Moslem, I was so lazy ti pray to the God. I did Sholat but never prayed after that. In my mind at that time, the important thing was I did my obligation. I also not do Sholat ontime. When the Sholat’s time was coming, I could delay to do that for several hours. Again, in my mind Sholat was just a must for me. When I did Sholat, I never care whether my worship already well or not. Sometime when I did Sholat, my mind was not there. I did Sholat while thinking about my assignment, TV program, or many else.

Nurlita in old version was a careless girl. I never felt need to know my father’s condition even though he worked in Denpasar and I was in Singaraja. I just passed day by day with no care about my father. I never texted him. I never even asked whether he was okay or not. I never asked him about his work. For me, I did not need to ask everything to my father because I believed that he was always okay with his condition or his job. I also believed that my father did not need my text because he knew that I always thought about him. I thought that I also did not need to express every feeling that I had through text or something similar.

I do really love my father even though I never told him directly. One day, my father asked me to accompany him to the doctor because he felt unwell. The doctor checked my father about 10 minutes and asked him to go to Sanglah hospital. My father did the doctor’s suggestion and went to Sanglah with my mom. He did some examinations before doctor told the result. the doctor told that my father got cancer. I was very shocked when my mom told me. I never saw my father complain about his health before. That result made my father must passed many tests and treatments in Sanglah. It was about 3 months later my father finally faced surgical operation day. I was so afraid. I never wanted to imagine bad thing about my father. I do really love him and did not want to lose him. Since my father’s condition, I become a better person. I always prayed for my father’s health, I prayed every great thing for him. I texted my mom to know my father’s condition, to know about the surgical operation, and I even asked when my father would go back home.

Finally, the surgical operation was over. I was so excited because I thought my father would go back home soon. Yeah, I was right. My parents came but It was out of my expectation. Surgical operation was not helpful for my father. He was still in bad condition with very thin body and yellow eyes. “He needs rest before chemotherapy  my mom said. Everyday I served some fruits for my father, hoped it could make him get better, but it did not work. On Wednesday, 23th July my father passed away. I was so sad and cried everyday, but I knew it would not changing the situation. The thing that I can do are pray a lot for him, hoping he gets better place. Since my father’s death I realized that now I must be a better person and make him proud of me.

Every bad thing in our life exactly have value for us. The bad thing that faced me was a lesson. That thing gave me really precious lesson. I am in my new version now is a result of the bad thing i faced. Now I become a better person who always pray after Sholat, text my mom when she was not home. My father’s death realized me that time will not come again and I cannot repeat every last moment in my life. So I have to be a better person who pass a better life.