Beloved General

chapter 4. forcers

" Why mom is late, even though today my schedule is swimming the same Mr. Shafiq buk. Did you forget, huh ? I've been waiting a week to swim, Mom. Later I forget again the way if not often - often trained ma'am ", crocos my children on me.

" Yes, I'm sorry, my kids... Later, Mr. Syafiq's phone mother changed days. Let's go home to the magrib hunt on the road later ", beat me so they don't get angry.

In my mosque and my 3 children perform magrib prayers for hours' ah. We always wait for prayer in the mosque. Do not intend to go home because surely children will be lazy to return to the mosque if it is at home. Yes, while teaching the children krasan linger long in the mosque.

In the mosque my son was taught various kinds. There are stories of prophets - prophets, kinds of prayers and sunah - other sunahs. The always kind Mr. Shafiq shares his knowledge with the children who congregate there.

L'm.... I think it's only a short time between magrib to isya'. This is my time for my God. Wrestling in prayer - my prayer even I remember my husband who said people have long died. But I think I was just yesterday left behind. My tears always fall when I remember our togetherness.

" Aah, why 3 years can't drain my tears.", while I close my face afraid my son sees his mother crying again and again.

" Mom, can I have some money to buy some cilot up front? ", ask my son.

" Dear, I brought the money. Invite all your friends to buy. 3 thousand per child, baby. I only bring 100 thousand" money, I said while explaining to Farza to understand the order.

" Okey buk, ready ", Farza replied respectfully.

" Wow, mbak Farah bancak an ya,, everyone bought cilot. Me my husband and my son too? ", ask the neighbors of the complex who participated in prayer at the mosque.

" Oh yes buk, please ", answer me.

" Have you, how much is it ? ", ask me while spending money.

" Waduh less than 25 thousand of this. How is this yes... Gini aja, I can leave this Qur'an I am not Cak. It's expensive lo. 250 thousand I used to buy Cak.

Tomorrow I pay my cages, this Qur'an I just took in the Cak geh gengan ", my nego is kinda Cak not angry at me.

" No buk, the Qur'an is heavy. How do I take him ? ", lousy lackey grumbled at me.

" But, I don't want debt. How can I return the cilot of the genganese again that already has this spice ? ", obviously me.

" Yes can not dong buk, cook I can sell again cilot that the spice. The rest of dong. Anyway I pay now I'm short ", mad Cak cilot at me.

From the other direction "This sir I paid his handouts this mother ! Actually you are also wrong here sir ", said the man to Cak cilot while removing 25 thousand from his wallet.

" Mang - mentang some buy, everyone is wrapped. No questions - ask first. Tuh see, everyone in the mosque was carrying packages of cilot he said "there are free cilot", said the person while pointing at some people around the mosque.

I looked at all sides. Is correct. Everyone eats cilot. I smiled to myself.

" Eeh, you're Mr. Bram's brother right... The one I met this morning at the office was ", as I remember - remember his face. At the office, I did not pay much attention to people's faces. What else is the face of men. It cannot be in a religion that sees not its muhrim. What's more, I'm a widow who's always had bad views by other people.

He nodded his head, agreeing that we met at the office earlier.

" Thank you very much. But my heaven ticket is shared with you dong 25 thousand. I don't want debt either. Please bring me this Qur'an! Tomorrow I leave 25 thousand money to Mr. Bram. You stay nitip my Qur'an to Mr. Bram. How ? ", I'm kind of mean to the guy.