Abraham and Asyila 2

Exposure With Dangerous Gifts

Ashraf was sitting alone on the front porch of the house, the little boy was waiting for his parents who had not returned.

He wanted to cry, but he tried not to cry because he did not want to be ridiculed by his Grandmother.

“Grandma's Grandchild why sit here alone? Want to cry huh?” arumi asked teasing her grandson.

Ashraf turned his head and shook his head repeatedly.

“No, Ashraf doesn't cry. Ashraf is just sitting here,” he replied as he folded his hands to his chest.

“It is not good to sit here alone, let's go inside. Accompany Kak Bela who is learning to read, Ashraf can read what yet?” ask Arumi pretending not to know.

“Ashraf can read, Grandma. Bela's sister who can't read,” replied Ashraf annoyed.

“Really? Then Ashraf accompany Kak Bela, if necessary help Kak Bela in reading!” arumi's orders.

Ashraf gave a small nod and ran into the living room.

Arumi chuckled as she landed her butt on the chair.

“Grandma's granddaughter today is so smart, already showering and scented. Now we relax first, baby, while waiting for Daddy and Mommy to come home,” said Arumi who was holding her youngest grandchild.

Herwan suddenly appears and joins his wife.

“It looks like it won't rain tonight,” Herwan said.

“Aamiin, hopefully yes Mas,” reply Arumi while turning towards her husband.

A few moments later.

Arumi and Herwan smiled with relief at the car that belonged to their ideal son-in-law had entered the courtyard area of the house.

“Ashraf!” call Arumi so that Ashraf will come to Abraham and Ashraf.

“Ashraf, here baby. Father and Mother have arrived!” call Herwan.

It didn't take long, Ashraf finally appeared and ran excitedly to welcome his parents who had just arrived.

“Dad! Mother!” Ashraf eagerly embraced his parents in turn.

“Honey, next time can't run around like that. Ashraf is still fasting and do not waste energy by running around like before,” said Asyila reminded her second son.

“Ashraf is too happy Mother, so Ashraf ran,” he replied in self-defense.

Because the weather was quite hot, Arumi also invited the couple to go inside immediately.

Abraham agreed and rushed inside with two plastic bags big enough.

“Dad, this is a snack for Ashraf and Bela?” asked Ashraf who was so enthusiastic.

“Yes dear, this is Ashraf for yes the same Brother Bela!” abraham orders him to hand over one of the plastic bags to Ashraf.

Ashraf happily accepted it, then ran small towards the living room to share it with Bela.

Remaining one more plastic bag that is still in Abraham's hands, in the plastic bag is the kitchen needs and also some ice cream to be immediately put in the freezer.

“Sini, let Mother alone compile it,” said Arumi and before that, Arumi first gave her fourth grandson to Asyila. Then he took the plastic bag to immediately arrange it to where it should be.

Asyila kissed gently on the reddish cheeks of her tiny baby affectionately.

“Dreams of Daddy and Mommy fussy huh?” asyila asked by mimicking the voice of a child.

“Alhamdulillah, your baby is very obedient. Even if crying, it's because the diaper is full,” reply Arumi as is.

Asyila held her little baby affectionately.

“Mas, look at our baby smiling,” Asyila said as she pointed the tiny baby's face toward Abraham.

Abraham was stunned and kissed his tiny baby cheek repeatedly.

“You must be very tired, already there go to the room. Let the kitchen be Mom's business!”

“Thank you, Mom. Then we went to the room,” returned Abraham as he led his little wife to their bedroom.

***

Asyila woke up from her sleep and was very surprised when she saw the clock that had shown at 5 pm.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, why am I sleeping like this,” said Asyila and hurriedly tied her hair.

Asyila tied her hair very carelessly and rushed out of the room to prepare the iftar meal.

“Sorry yes Mother, should not Asyila sleep and even wake up at this hour,” said Asyila who is now cutting potatoes to fry.

“Adik, later after praying tarawih we visit the house of Mas Endras yes,” said Herwan who suddenly came.

“Mas Endras our distant brother's?” ask Arumi, “Indeed, what business is it Mas?” ask Arumi curiously.

“The son is Mas Endras, the Rehan will propose tonight. If not wrong, marry him after the fasting,” Herwan explained.

Arumi agreed to her husband's invitation. While Asyila, not too familiar figure of his father's brother.

Because, Mr. Endras's family is his people who are quite closed.

“Mother!” call Ashraf from the living room.

“Iya darling!” assyila exclaimed from the kitchen with half a shout.

“Mother!” call Ashraf again.

Asyila let out her breath hearing Ashraf's call.

“Mother!” shout Ashraf.

Ashraf's shout alarmed Ashila, and the young woman rushed to the living room to see what was really going on.

“Yes Allah!” asyila shouted in a very panic when she saw Ashraf's index finger spitting out quite a lot of fresh blood.

Hearing the screams of their beloved daughter, Arumi and Herwan rushed to the family room.

“Mas, quickly get P3K box!” pinta Arumi when he saw blood splattered with quite a lot.

“Why is this so dear? Where's Brother Bela?” ask Asyila who doesn't see Bela around them.

“Sister Bela in the backyard, Mother. Ashraf was playing with a knife and be like this,” he replied.

“Now where's the knife?” asked Asyila who was trying not to scold her little son.

Ashraf did not cry at all, because if he cried, his beloved mother would also cry.

“This is Mother,” said Ashraf while removing a small knife that was previously in his pants pocket.

“Mother often told Ashraf not to play with any dangerous items, especially knives like this. If your father knows, Mother must answer what dear?” ask Asyila while taking the small knife.

Herwan came with a box of P3K and without a second thought, Asyila also treated the wound of her little son.

As Ashila was wrapping Ashraf's wound with gauze, Abraham suddenly appeared while holding an adorable little baby.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, that's why Ashraf's hand can get like that?” ask Abraham who looks pretty angry.

Ashraf could only lower his head without daring to look his father in the eye.

“Ashraf, meet Dad on the front porch!” abraham's orders as he sauntered toward the terrace.

A few minutes later.

Asyila hugged Ashraf and gave a glimpse of his little son's forehead.

“It's done, now Ashraf meet Dad on the front porch. Mommy wants to catch up with Bela in the backyard.”

“Good, Mother,” reply Ashraf with wide steps he walked towards the front porch of the house.

Abraham turned to look at Ashraf who had just walked out the door. Abraham motioned for Ashraf to sit next to him immediately. Asyila agreed and sat next to her father.

“Tell me honestly, why did Ashraf's hand hurt?” abraham asked him to interrogate his heart.

“Because of the knife, Father,” replied Ashraf by continuing to lower his head.

“Which knife?” ask Abraham.

“From Brother Bela, Father,” replied Ashraf as is.

“Then, Brother Bela can from where?” abraham asked curiously.

“From in the snack that the same father Mother bought earlier,” replied Ashraf.

Abraham was surprised to hear Ashraf's reply and asked Ashraf to show him the snacks he and his little wife had bought.

Ashraf nodded and quickly picked up the bag of snacks he was referring to.

“This is Dad,” said Ashraf as he handed him the Snack wrap.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, there are only factories that make this snack. They should not put knife toys like this,” said Abraham who was inexhaustible with the thoughts of people who work in the hawker factory.

Not wanting this to happen again, Abraham decided to call the phone number listed on the snack wrap to give a complaint.