Abraham and Asyila 2

Thank You to Ashraf

Abraham awoke from his sleep when he heard the alarm sound of his cell phone ringing, he slowly opened his eyes and turned off the alarm.

“Syila dear, let's wake up. time to pray tahajjud,” said Abraham whispered in the ear of the wife.

“Mas, Asyila again holiday,” said Asyila with a raucous voice without opening her eyes.

Abraham assented and gently kissed the wife's cheek before she got out of bed. Abraham walked into the bathroom to take a bath to keep it fresh and not sleepy.

Asyila slowly opened her eyes when she heard the sound of water rustling, she came down from the bed and prepared the clothes that her husband would use.

After preparing clothes for her bathing husband, Ashila went back to bed to continue her sleep while embracing Ashraf's stomach.

A few minutes later.

Abraham had finished cleaning himself and smiled broadly at the clothes that were already on the sofa. Abraham knew it was his little wife who prepared the clothes.

Abraham took the clothes and hurriedly put them on because after taking a bath, he felt a chill all over his body.

After wearing his clothes, Abraham rushed to pray tahajjud alone because the wife was coming to the moon.

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Morning time.

To celebrate the happiness of the family, Abraham decided to make a celebration and only attended by residents of Absyil Housing only.

“Mas, what should we order? Asyila is confused because there is no preparation,” said Asyila.

“Syila need not be confused, we order catering only. Count helps them too,” reply Abraham.

“Then, Asyila order ya Mas. How much do you want for food?” ask Asyila to her husband.

“If the matter is Mas follow Asyila only,” replied Abraham.

That day, the women were put to work and Ashila asked her to come to celebrate Ashraf Mahesa's thanksgiving.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said the women who worked on Asyila.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, Yes Allah. Why come so early?” ask Asyila astonished.

“We came because we want to help Miss Asyila make preparations, such as cleaning or cleaning cutlery for later events,” explained Ms. Lastri.

“Yes Allah, if this is me who even troublesome Mother Lastri and other tetah-tetah,” said Asyila.

“No, Miss Asyila. Precisely we are very happy, Miss Asyila has helped us a lot,” said the woman who is usually called Teteh Uci.

“I say thank you very much, let's go in!” Asyila very kindly invited them to go inside.

Ashraf walked out of his room and looked at the crowded lower floor.

“Mother!” call Ashraf down the stairs. “How many are you Mother?” ask Ashraf who does not know about the Thanksgiving event for himself.

“Honey, later after Dzuhur prayer we will hold a meal together to celebrate Ashraf who passed the test. Ashraf happy?” ask Asyila while half-bending and touching the cheeks of her baby.

“Thank you, Mother!” Ashraf thanked her and gave a sweet kiss on her mother's cheek.

“Kok is just Mommy? Dad also dong!” pinta Abraham who suddenly appeared while walking toward their wives and children.

Ashraf narrowed his eyes as he turned his lips toward the Father.

“Ashraf darling, this is also Dad's idea. So, Ashraf had to kiss Dad's cheek, ” the light of Abraham with a slight bow in order to be kissed by Ashraf, his little son.

“Muaacchhh!” Ashraf kissed Father's cheek until it got wet. Then, he ran up the stairs to get into his room.

Abraham scrunched his forehead feeling wet on his cheeks.

“Look at what our baby is doing,” said Abraham while showing his cheeks wet from the plagues of Ashraf.

Asyila immediately laughed amusedly at the wet cheeks of her husband.

Abraham shook his head and sauntered away to the room.

A few moments later.

Dyah, Fahmi and their little daughter came with a lot of nuggets.

“Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,” said Dyah and also Fahmi.

Arumi, who heard the greeting, rushed towards the front room.

“Wa’alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, finally you guys came too. Grandma thought, after the dawn prayer you left, you will not come here again,” said Arumi. “Let's go in!” arumi invited them to go inside.

“Grandmother, we went home because there was business and Uncle told us that it turned out to be Ashraf's birthday. Therefore, we brought this!” Dyah gives a bed in which a lot of nuggets to fry later.

“Yes God, what is this? Why is it so heavy?” arumi asked when she received the basket.

Herwan came and helped his wife lift the basket.

“In it there is nugget, can be fried later for kids. Isn't it, children Housing Absyil a lot?” ask Dyah.

“Yeah, Dyah. Thank you Dyah and Nak Fahmi, let's go to the living room!” bring Arumi.

Dyah ran a little towards his Aunty who was sitting while arranging citrus fruits to the plate.

“Aunty!” call Dyah while waving his hand at Asyila.

“Hei, Dyah!” exclaimed Asyila who also waved her hand towards Dyah. “Come sit here, look at a lot of citrus fruits,” Asyila added.

“Wah, the color is so beautiful. Can you try it?”

“Dyah, yes just try it. Eat as much as you are also okay,” replied Asyila as she smiled towards Dyah.

Dyah smiled widely and picked up two oranges that looked very tempting.

“Mas Fahmi, come sit here!” call Dyah to her husband who was holding their little daughter.

“So you guys came by foot or brought a car?” ask Asyila.

“Car use, Aunty. Maybe, about half an hour away Mas Fahmi went to the store,” replied Asyila.

“Fahmi, do not forget to go home soon because we will eat together,” Asyila said to Fahmi, Dyah's husband.

“God willing, Aunty,” reply Fahmi while nodding small.

“Asyila dear, this is for Asyila,” said Dyah while giving oranges to her little daughter.

Little Asyila's smile was so sweet when she received an orange from her Mama, Dyah.

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At 11.15 WIB.

Catering that Asyila's message finally arrived as well, Asyila thanked him and gave the cash to them.

“Sorry, Sister Asyila. This is more money,” said a woman who works at the catering.

“Iya indeed me more,” sahut Asyila.

They compactly thanked him and after that they rushed away leaving the Absyil Housing.

At the same time, Abraham was getting ready to perform Dzuhur prayer together at the mosque, as well as telling others to come home because there would be an Ashraf ceremony.

“Teteh, please yes this is put into the side dish. I want to go to the room first,” said Asyila.

Asyila smiled and ran small towards the room.

“Mas already want to leave?” ask Ashila to her husband who has finished wearing the sarong.

“Iya Syila, later Mas will notify the other pilgrims and give notice to the Resident of Absyil Housing to come home. Is the food catering coming?” ask Abraham.

“Alhamdulillah, already Mas!”

“Mas to the mosque first, remind others to pray Dzuhur,” said Abraham with a loving gaze.

“Good, Mas. Mas take it easy, Asyila will remind them,” reply Asyila with her sweet smile.

Abraham said goodbye to his wife, then sauntered out of the room to rush to the mosque in front of the house.

Asyila at that time did not go straight out of the room, she chose to breastfeed her baby first so that later Akbar baby is not fussy when people start arriving.

“Dear press, today there is a thanksgiving event for Brother Ashraf. Tomorrow, Brother Ashraf is no longer here and tomorrow too Brother Arsyad is coming here. After that, Arsyad returned to the boarding house. And then, the house will be quiet,” said Asyila talking what baby Akbar who was breastfeeding at the time.

Asyila slowly closed her eyes along with the baby Akbar who had fallen asleep by then.

A few moments later.

Asyila awoke from her sleep and right then and there, she got out of bed and put the sleeping baby Akbar back into the cot. Then, he ran small to tell the others to immediately perform Dzuhur prayer and leave while the work they were handling.

“Mom-mom and Teteh-teteh all, his work in staying first yes. Time to pray Dzuhur,” said Asyila.

They compactly assented and rushed to take ablution water to perform prayers in the prayer room. While, there are some who do not pray because of the middle of the month, they continue their work casually.

Asyila smiled kindly and stepped her feet towards Ashraf's room.

“Ashraf darling!” call Ashila and find no fruit of his heart. “If Ashraf is not here, then Ashraf has gone to the mosque. Thank goodness,” said Asyila monologued.

Asyila closed Arshad and Ashraf's room. Then, he walked down the stairs to see if there was anything lacking for the celebration or not.

“Dyah is also coming month?” asked Asyila when she saw Dyah breastfeeding little Asyila in the living room.

“Iya Aunty, a new coincidence today,” replied Dyah and ended her activity breastfeeding her little daughter who was sleeping at the time.

Asyila lifted the plate containing oranges into the vestibule to be immediately arranged.

Dyah also lifted the plate to arrange in the front room.

“Dyah, your husband why haven't you come home?” ask Asyila.

“Dyah doesn't know either, Aunty. Maybe it is currently on its way,” replied Dyah.

As the two of them were compiling the plate containing the oranges, Ema and her family came.

“Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh!”

Asyila and Dyah immediately turned to the door.

“Wa’alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,” sahut Asyila and also Ema.

“Let's go in!” Asyila invited her friends and family to enter the house immediately.

“Asyila, sorry that we just arrived,” Ema said.

“It's been relaxing, seeing you and your family just come I'm happy. Come sit, while waiting for another,” said Asyila.

They talked for a moment, until one by one residents of Absyil Housing came to celebrate Ashraf's thanksgiving.

Abraham, Ashraf and the others arrived home.

Asyila is very happy and hopes that the residents of Absyil Housing will always be compact at any time.

30 Minutes later.

Abraham began to open talks and announced that Ashraf had become a santri in one of the famous boarding schools in Indonesia.

They applauded and congratulated Ashraf and Ashraf's parents, Abraham Mahesa and Ashila.

Fahmi arrived and decided to enter through the side door, because the front door of the house was already full by the residents of Absyil housing.

“Thank God Mas Fahmi has come,” Dyah said to her husband.

The Do'a began, and Abraham led the Do'a.

Not a few of them brought gifts for Ashraf.

After Doa together, Abraham invited them to enjoy the dishes that had been served.

Asyila smiled happily and shed her tears when she saw Ashraf's face.

Ashraf returned a smile from the Mother and moved his hand, gesturing for Asyila to wipe away her tears immediately.

Asyila gave a small nod and slowly wiped away those tears.

“Syila, don't cry in front of Ashraf,” Abraham whispered in his wife's ear.

“Iya, Mas Abraham,” sahut Asyila and smiled sweetly towards Ashraf.