Assalamualaikum Ya Fatimah's

Question from Fatimah

Was in his room that night. Fatimah, who had just finished reciting the holy verses of the Qur'an, calmly closed the scripture and placed it on a table beside her bed.

Usually, Fatimah always get used before going to bed to read the Qur'an after the completion of Islamic prayers.

Fatimah made the habit of reading the holy verses of the Qur'an as her sleep.

He feels calm if he has read the holy verses of the Koran before going to sleep.

When Fatimah was about to lay her body on the bed. His memory then recalled the incident a few days ago about the motorcade that stopped his steps when he was about to cross.

For some reason, Fatimah's memory was fixed on a man wearing a black leather jacket. Who was at the front of the line while giving a code to his colleagues to continue forward.

Fatimah did not know either. Why did his mind arrive remembering yesterday's events.

Even in the mind of accidentally remembering the figure of the man.

A man he doesn't know at all. That thought just crossed.

"Astaghfirullahaladhim's chat. Why do I think of someone I don't know who he is" Fatimah said in her heart.

Because he had never thought of such a thing before.

Because for Fatimah, thinking about such an obscure man was already a bad thing for her to follow. Moreover, that man was not his muhrim.

I realized his mind was a little wrong. Fatimah then returned to preaching. To dispel those thoughts that were somehow suddenly able to be present in his mind.

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That morning after the dawn prayer, Fatimah had a habit of helping her mother in the kitchen. Because usually, after the morning prayer, the mother was busy in the kitchen to cook.

"Bun, let me just fry the fish" said Fatimah who then took over the spatula held by the Mother.

"Tumben, Mommy really cook a lot. Usually Mother does not cook this much?" ask Fatimah to the Mother. While in the frying pan he found a lot of fish that were being fried.

"Today is a Friday, baby. Is not it usual that Friday Dad always brought a lot of food to be given to some people in need." said the Mother Zaenab to Fatimah.

"Astaghfirullah, Kok Fatimah forgot this. Fatimah forgot it was Friday." said Fatimah.

"Since when have you been so senile. How many college assignments make you so much of a mind." joked Zaenab, to his only daughter very dear to him.

"Thankfully, Mommy is also happy that you can do all your college tasks well."

"Father to where Bun is, not seen in the house "

"Your father has not returned from the mosque. Usually on Fridays, Dad always filled the sermon in the mosque after the dawn prayer." replied Zaenab, who seemed busy cleaning the box of food that he would use.

"Bun, may not, Fatimah asked Mother something?" tanya Fatimah arrived.

"You ask what, baby. Just ask."

Fatimah seemed to think for a moment. Then he gave himself to ask. About what he wanted to know from the story of his united Mother and Father first.

"Where did you meet for the first time with Dad?" fatimah asked, he was curious about the first meeting of his parents.

"What is this, why do you suddenly ask the past of Father and Mother?" ask Zaenab to the princess. Because it's about a relationship of the opposite sex.

"Yes there is nothing Mother. Fatimah just wants to know. Make sure Mommy is the same Dad used to go through the first meeting. Fatimah Just curious how the first meeting of Father and Mother first." said Fatimah, explaining her question to the Mother.

"Alright, because you want to know. Mother will tell you. Mother used to be the same Father met at a wedding of Mother's relatives. And coincidentally at the wedding, your father came with the family entourage to bring a handover. And at the same time, the Mother at that time also represented the family bringing offerings. That was the meeting Mother and Father first. It was our first interaction meeting" Zaenab explained.

"Then how did you finally get married?" ask Fatimah again, still with a curious question.

"Dumbass. Already a mate and already destined to be with God if Mother and Father are together."

"Yes Fatimah knows that, but my question is, how did you get married to Mother. I mean, are you guys dating?" ask Fatimah again, like introgating the Mother.

Zaenab then chuckled at her daughter's question.

"The mother of the same father does not date Fatimah. At that time there was somehow a way and there was a way like what. Your father used to suddenly come directly to the parents' house. Then he proposed to Mommy. Then we run ta'aruf. Not long after we ran ta'aruf, we got married." explains Zaenab again.

Fatimah who was listening to it just nodded her head in a sign that she understood.

"In our religion courtship is forbidden Fatimah. You know and understand."

"Yes Mother. Thank you for sharing the story about the wedding process of Daddy and Mommy first." Fatimah said with a sweet smile.