Asthma Heart Eyes

13.Lukman

Aqila told me about what happened and it made Asma and Najla really proud of Lukman's courage.

"Subhanallah, I didn't expect Lukman to be so good otherwise something would happen to you La." Najla said she felt proud of her friend.

"Hurry to change skirts, I'm afraid everything is a misunderstanding, I'm intervening!" Say asthma and leave immediately.

.

.

.

Home school..

Lukman went home on foot his economic factors made him unable to use bicycles or vehicles commonly used by rich people such as Bondan who arrogantly showed off ninja motorcycles for women.

Tin

Tin

Lukman stared at the sound of a voice he believed was a car.

"Are you sure you can walk with chicken feet?" teasing Bondan with the laughter of his friend who one car.

"You want us to give money for the cost we know you do not have any money what else parents lo cuman tukan sale of salted fish, tomorrow my family wholesale deh." ridiculed Bondan's friend with long hair.

"You can afford it?" ask Lukman.

"What we can't buy" Bondan said in an arrogant tone.

"The good stuff you can't buy, you don't really have stupid people" Lukman said fearlessly.

Bondan also drove his car to the steaming so as to make Lukman coughed because of the dust fortunately he immediately closed his nose, while Bondan laughed at the misfortune of Lukman.

May they have your guidance, Alloh_batin Lukman.

The sun is very hot in the middle hour which is 12 noon, the distance of the house is quite far about 10km.

he could only surrender the money he was holding only enough for the cost so he did not want if the money he used and ran out instantly,only one way is by foot the money will he save if he is free to the mosque he will infuse it.

arriving home....

Lukman stared at the simple house surrounded by flowers and there are also several chicken coop, in addition to his working parents Lukman often take care of the chicken after giving birth he will sell it to the market to add to his savings.

"Assalamualaikum" said Lukman who stared at the state of his house deserted because now his parents are still working.

The simple condition of the house with a mat in the middle of the house he never regretted even he was happy at any time the place became a gathering place for his family His father was only a construction worker and his mother a seller of Salty fish if there is an offer to trade.

"Waalaikum greetings" said a little girl probably in her 6s.

"Beautiful sister hasn't gone to school yet?" lukman asked while pinching his sister's cheek.

"Not brother, mamah said sister should wait for brother to come home first" said the sister with a happy tone.

"Why?" lukman asked confusedly.

"Yes because mamah said the first day you entered must be tired, want Hasna make tea?" asked the younger brother excitedly and Lukman just nodded slowly.

"May." said Lukman and hurried to change his clothes.

"why his leg?" asked Hasna who saw the bandage wound that was clearly wrapped around her brother's leg.

"So the sprain became bandaged" said Lukman so Hasna did not worry.

Hasna was afraid of blood so that if she knew then she would stir up and immediately report to her master.

"Not my sister." said Lukman reassuringly and gently stroking the head of the brother he always took care of and he loved it.

Hasna finished making her tea Lukman who just came out of the room she was staring at her sister who took pains to hold the glass containing a slightly quivering warm tea.

"Here sister help!" lukman said he took a glass from his brother.

as he sat down and started drinking Hasna stood right in front of him curiously.

"What do you see?" Lukman asked who started drinking his tea.

"Sister."Say Hasna facing Lukman who has brought the glass closer to the lips.

"What's wrong with sister?"lukman asked, raising his side.

"Would you like it or not with Hasna's tea." Hasna said frankly because she never made tea.

At once Lukman smiled and just said yes' he started drinking his tea, almost he choked because his tea was so salty, but because he did not want to disappoint his sister he still drank it up to half.

"How sis?" little Hasna asked in hopes her tea was tasty and her brother enjoyed it.

"Your son, the great will Hasna be a chef!" lukman stroked Hasna's head.

hasna quickly took the tea out of curiosity and drank it, as Hasna spewed it out of salt and made her want to vomit.

"Asin sis." said Hasna wiping her lips that were still wet because of the salty tea water.

"Oh yeah?" lukman pretended not to know.

"Hiks...Hiks.."piercing his eyes with his arms with the corners of his lips curved downwards.

"Kok so cry anyway dik?"Lukman felt sorry for her and felt guilty for making his sister cry.

"Hiks...Hasna put the salt of hix...Hasna is hard differentain sugar is the same as salt but sister even drank the salty tea." said Hasna crying a mouthful with slightly red eyes.

Seeing that Lukman felt sad he hugged his sister and stroked her affectionately by occasionally patting her softly.

"Hasna tea is salty but because Hasna made the tea so sweet if it's really salty you might not want to finish the tea right?" lukman asked Hasna to smile back Lukman is indeed a person who can make people sad again happy with his words.

"sister is good" said Hasna hugging her sister tightly and occasionally kissing her cheek.

"Let's eat!" said Lukman who stood towards the kitchen.

"Sir, mamah is not yet cooked but on the table there is a salted fish that has not been cooked, Hasna can not cook afraid of burning." he said with a sad tone because he could not make his brother happy and not troubled because of him.

"Don't say you can't cook, say you can't because if you say you can't cook later your speech becomes a prayer, and it happens in the future what Hasna wants?" lukman asked scaringly and soon Hasna shook her head quickly.

"Don't want to, Hasna can't cook yet" he said in fear.

"The brother who cooks, while Ashar and my brother pray in the mosque" said Lukman began frying his fish.

"OK sis." said Hasna excitedly while waiting for her brother at their usual place to eat together.

Seriate...

Don't forget to leave a trail and don't forget to like...

coment is more helpful to encourage Author appreciate the author because making a work is not easy to think and how the work is done together so you yourself can imagine how to make the story.