Because of the Trash

For Women

Ahmad immediately scratched his nape by displaying a cry.

"It seems like Nak Ahmad likes you, dear," said Angga who made Akhtar choke with his own saliva.

All eyes immediately looked at him, how could he possibly choke when he was not drinking or eating anything.

"Lu why Tar?" asked the confused Ahmad.

"No papa," Akhtar answered slightly wrongly.

"Oh, wrong son. It's not Ahmad who likes you, like Nak Akhtar!" goda Angga smiled.

"Pa, it's Ashar. Praying, the business of the afterlife that must be preceded," said Ayu passed just like that to his room.

Akhtar immediately looked at the watch in his right hand, sure enough that time had shown almost 4 pm.

"You want to pray together? There is a special place of prayer in the house of Om, kok," Angga bargained to Akhtar also Ahmad.

"We pray outside Om" Ahmad refused.

"Oh, if that's the case, then" said Angga who could not force.

Akhtar and Ahmad got up followed by Angga, they say goodbye not forgetting to kiss the back of the man's hand.

"This is the car key" said the guard while giving Akhtar's car keys.

"Thank you, yes, sir."

"Yes, you're welcome."

Angga drove Akhtar's departure and Ahmad reached the doorstep, after the car came out of his new home yard he entered into.

"Buset, you are a very different child!" exclaim Ahmad who can not wait to worship ria.

"What's different?" tanya Akhtar remained focused on the streets.

"Yes, look at yourself. His son was very arrogant, his father was so friendly," he said, facing Akhtar.

"He knows how to treat other people, at the same time he must be friendly when he does not know you," said Akhtar.

Ahmad, who felt that Akhtar was different, immediately knitted his brows, staring questioningly at Akhtar.

"Why lo?" tanya Akhtar glanced at Ahmad who was now smiling horribly at him.

"Lo likes it, huh, same Ayu?" ask Ahmad.

"Dih, paan likes the same cocky chick he's so. Amit-amit!"

"What is amit-amit? Beware, you even like the fact you are the same as him."

"Ck! I will not like him, if I like him, let alone be with him. I'll be kayaking in monas there!"

"Weshidu! Promise, yes! Watch out if you're lying!"

'Campus, why do you use to say so all Tar? If you suddenly like him how? Argg .. but, it's impossible if I like him. Mending likes each other girl rather than model chick cake her, Akhtar's inner.

While Ahmad had a smile to imagine if Akhtar kayang in monas that the atmosphere of the place is always crowded.

They had arrived in front of Ahmad's modest house, "Lo stopped by first, didn't he?" ahmad opened the seat belt.

"Don't go, just go home to me," Akhtar refused.

Ahmad who felt there was something he forgot immediately fell silent and tried to remember, "Lu why?" tanya Akhtar saw Ahmad who was still in the car.

"We had a cake promise not the same Om Angga?" asked Ahmad who tried to ask for help given the promise.

"Promise? What's?" ahmad asked frowned and tried to remember as well.

The sentence appeared simultaneously in the brains of the two of them, Ahmad said like that to Angga earlier.

"Woy, pray!" shouted Ahmad.

"Lu anyways, say that. Bye, you pray in the house. We are looking for a mosque or mosque. I want to pray at home only later, there is still time anyway," explained Akhtar glanced at his watch.

"Yaudah, thank you, yes," Ahmad said, exiting Akhtar's car and closing it again.

After delivering Ahmad, Akhtar immediately split the road to his house. He left the house because he wanted to buy something.

Along with him who was outside, Ahmad called to be accompanied to go to Angga's house.

"Assalamualaikum," Akhtar greeted the house.

"Waalaikumsalam, is it finished that you bought?" tanya Caca looked at the crackle bag Akhtar was carrying.

"Udah, come on Ma. Akhtar upwards, yes," said Akhtar and was immediately replied with a nod.

Caca walked towards the front sofa of the television, Leon was taking a shower. Since he knew Ayu now he no longer wants to be helped by bathing.

That's why Caca let Leon to bathe himself, at best if not clean later he will bathe the youngest child again.

"Oh, yes, I forgot something to Akhtar," Caca said.

He got up from the sofa and climbed up the stairs to his eldest son's room, the door he had on his face and made his eyes round.

"Yes, God. My kid? What can he do?" lirih Caca was standing in the doorway of Akhtar's room with the man in the middle of the holster also doing his duty as a Muslim.

Caca did not turn, he leaned his body on the doorway while holding his chest to look at Akhtar proudly.

"Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabatokatuh."

The Lafadz that Akhtar spoke looked to his right and left sides. Akhtar who might know if there is someone directly staring back.

Caca who saw Akhtar had finished praying walked with dewy eyes, "Which woman are you after my son?" tanya Caca squatted holding her son's shoulder.

Akhtar who got such a question instantly displayed a sour face towards his Mama.

"Mama thinks Akhtar prays just for the sake of a girl's heart, what?"

"Yes, that. It must be because the girl is too beautiful, well, shalah pangkanya now you ask God. Because, your competition must be heavy. Aye, right?"

"Ck! Mama knows very well, anyway! If Papa used to be so does not mean Akhtar as well, dong!"

Caca placed the back of his hand against Akhtar's forehead, "So hot, why are you? What's the same sticky?" ask the unbelieving Caca.

"Mom, astaghfirullah. As a Mom it should be supportive instead of behaving like this. Be a mother who supports her child to be a better person, Ma, because what? Because later on the last day a mother will also be asked to answer why not make her child a better person again," explained Akhtar at length like an Ustadz who was talking.

Caca's eyes sparkled at Akhtar's speech, the sound of clapping he gave with eyes that did not turn to look at his son's face.

"Anyways, Mama has to find that woman. If you need to, you should get married tomorrow!" caca said the spirit by directly standing up leaving Akhtar who was still staring at Caca's words.

"Well, Mama thought I was praying just to get a girl what, huh? Oh, my God, Ma!" kuh Akhtar rubbed his face rough.

The sound of ringing mobile phones makes Akhtar rise as well as giving his prayer equipment.

"Hmm ... What's wrong?" tanya Akhtar sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well prayers, huh, you?"

"Where do you know?"

"Bwahahaha, Aunt Caca called me earlier. Who is the girl you demen again, the money! Do not pray just again take a girl's heart. So, when you pray for worship purely because of God the people do not believe!" jeered Ahmad with a booming laugh. Maybe he was holding his stomach that hurt from laughing.