Respect your Parents!

Hi friends! Welcome to my first blog, with the first post!

Leonard Bunsen is here. I am from Indonesia (you'll see an Indonesia culture in this blog.)  and staying in Singapore, recently. I'm studying in Shelton College International in business course. Yes, that's all about the author, since I'm not promoting my self. Yet, I know you are not interesting with the author.. Hahaha..

In this blog, I would share unforgettable things that I've gotten in my life; worthy to be shared. Those things might from my thought and other people, again, I'll try to credit those people ( To avoid plagiarism??). In conclusion, I won’t give you a shit.

Okay, finish with the greetings. In this chance, I would like to share my own experience about respecting our lovely parents. Please, let me start giving you bedtime story about my parents, especially my beloved Daddy.

I was born with a strict and firm daddy. Trust me, if you think that your parents are strict, they might be no match with mine.

Since childhood, He had taught me to be discipline.. During my primary school, I finished my school at 1 pm. Here is the rule, before 4 pm, all books and homework for the next day, should had been finished. Then, I could go playing outside till 6 pm. 

Then, what would you think if I broke up that rule, even a simple thing, such as went home at 6.15 pm? Being scolded ( I would be so thankful in that period..)? A slap straight on my face, is one of the most magnificent options. It sounds great, doesn't it? The other great option is a pinch on your in-side thigh. The pinch on that sensitive spot will bring you a great sensation in second! (No wonder, in Indonesia, we don’t play with that area, a.k.a selangkangan). Believe it, you ain't interesting to taste it! 

To make it more sensational, he didn't give me in sudden. He will ask me to stand up in front of him, knowing that those punishments will be served in few second later. It will scrape your mental and emotion definitely.

Does it look bad? Well, it hasn't reach the peak.. When I was in my childhood, my father always asked me to massage him. How intense? In one period, I can massage him everyday for 1-2 hours per day.. Sounds cool? Well, I'm not allowed to say no (remember, Rule number one, Parents are always right!), but definitely, it is tiring! That's why, somehow I often took an excuse by said, " Dad, I want to study." (It’s the most potent excuse, man!)

Nb: For you who know me well, that's the ultimate recipe why I could get the top rank at school, even I played CounterStrike during the exam (1st year Junior High School).. 

Do not think I'm a sly son loh! It’s better convert your two hours massage into two hours study right? In fact, which parents don't want their children study? Hahaha.. So, I just convert 2 hours Massaging into 2 hours Studying loh..(Singlish.). Hence, his child got a good score in school lah..  (again, Singlish)

Perhaps you will tell me," Hey, you don't know how irritating my parents! They always rule my life! They do not allow me to do what I want! They decide my university, including my subjects! Those are my future, dude!"

Yes, I'm not you.. Perhaps , I couldn't feel what you fell, think what you think.. But, Hey! We will be a parents! Remember the Reap and Sow Rule! One day, u might do the exact or similar things with what your parents had done to you.. And, here is the consequence :

If you are always complaining to your parents now, don't be so startled, if one day, your child will rebel because of simple reason " Personally, my parents don't know me well." In that time, it will scratch your soul thousands stronger than when you struggle with your flesh to obey your parents.

Then, since September 2009 my father has suffered kidney failure. He also has heart problem for long time. It gave straight slap on my face to obey and devote myself to my parents, especially him. I tried to massage him everyday, at least one hour. Strangely, I do it sincerely! I even left my Dota just to ask him,” Pi, mau di pijit gak? (“Father, do you want I massage you?”). Then, what makes my eyes almost tearing is that he often rejected my request even I’m the one who asked him. Strange? That’s what a PARENT’S LOVE is! Hope you don’t waste your parents’ love by hurting their heart.

One day, when I massaged my father, my father asked me,

Bapak gw :“Leo, u tau gak kenapa papi suruh u pijit papi?”

Gw:” Gak tau pi.” (seperti biasa gw selalu nurut, dan gak berusaha berasumsi)

Bapak gw:”asal kamu tahu, kamu tuh pijit gak ada rasanya.”

Gw: (Trus kenapa sering suruh gw pijit?)

Bapak gw :”Papi suruh kamu pijit, biar suatu hari pas papi gak ada, kamu gak nyesel dan bisa bilang, ‘at least gw dah pijit bapak gw sewaktu dia hidup’.”

My father: “Leo, do you know why I asked you to massage me?”

Me:”I don’t know, father.” ( as usual, I always try to obey him, and not give any prediction)

My father : “Honestly, i feel that you just touch me, not message me.”

Me: (Wondering, why he always asks me to massage him)

My father : “I ask you to message me, because, one day, if I have gone from this world, you won’t repent yourself and be able to say, ‘At least, I had devoted myself by massaging my father’.”

 
Note : The conversation was happened several month after he was diagnosed of having kidney failure. He should take Haemodialyses  three times per week.

*Then, at the end of July 2010, my beloved father passed away in GuangZhou. He died because his heart was stop beating.