Between Maghrib and Isya
Go home
It does not feel like the month of Ramadan is leaving, already at the end of Ramadan. Dita and Lily are on packing things to return to their respective villages.
“Dit, when are you back?”, ask me
“besok Nar's. Tomorrow I will pick me up”, replied Dita
“if you are Li?”
“tomorrow also Nar”, replied Lily
“yaa tomorrow you're back. Hemm... I alone dong here”, say I
“you stay at home umi aja Nar, let's not alone”, pinta Dita
“no y'all no exclamation faste”, whine me
“we'll be back again Nar. We only went home 2 weeks aja”, said Lily
“do not long yes in his village you guys”, whine me again
“you did not return to Surabaya Nar?”, asked Lily
“back, but it looks like my first leafan will be in this ponpes, because my grandfather is here. Maybe the second leafan I just returned to Surabaya.I miss dad, want a story on the tomb father”, I explained
After packing Dita and Lily's belongings, the three of us fell asleep in the dream world.
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اللهُ أكْبَرُ اللهُ أكْبَرُ اللهُ أكْبَرُ، لا إِلهَ إِلاَّ اللهُ واللهُ أكْبَرُ اللهُ أكْبَرُ وَِللهِ الحَمْدُ
The sound of the takbiran has reverberated. Dita and Lily have returned to their respective villages. It's just me and some of the students who still live in these ponpes. That includes the president Ponpes.
“umi, she said mom wants to come tonight?”, ask me to umi
“iya son, maybe soon until”, umi replied
“hemm ok umi. Nara out bentar ya umi, want to sit outside while horrin takbiran”, say me
“ok babe”
The sound of takbiran can beat the strength of my heart beat when I see A’a Fachri. I was so happy to hear the sound, there was a different taste. Happy, happy, all mixed. Tears can go down immediately when the sound is chanted.
I close my eyes and enjoy the beautiful sound of this. And when I opened my back after a few minutes, it turned out…
“Astaghfirullah”, I'm shocked
“eh sorry if I ngagetin kamu”, say A’a Fachri
“iya no papa. What's the matter A’a here?”, ask me
“i want to meet you Faiz, you're inside right?”
“oh. Abah is inside. Login aj”
“ok, thanks ya”
“iya same sama”
“aduuhh tuh people really like ngagetin me. Huh, my heart spot every time I meet him”, I say in my heart
Thiin..
Car clone sound
“mama..”, I was excited when I saw my mom get out of the car
“Nara dear”, reply my mama while hugging me
“you're good, baby. How's here? Cute kan”
“Alhamdulillah good ma, Nara kangen mama”
I brought my mother into the house Umi Henny.
“Wa’alaikumsalam, uh mama Nara has reached”, reply umi Henny
My mom came with Zay, aunt Mira and oma. I'm so happy to have everything gathered here. Even though you are not here, you are always in my heart.
“hemm. abah, umi, Fachri back to the mosque first ya”, say A’a Fachri
“eh yes Fachri, sorry yes son, later we talk again”, Faiz replied
“iya abah, no papa bah. excuse me, Assalamu’alaikum”, say A’a Fachri before leaving the house umi
“Wa’alaikumsalam”, answer us together
“that's who umi is? Ganteng”, say my mama
“itu Fachri, santri putra here. He became dream in ponpes ini”, explained Umi Henny
“waahh can be betrothed to Nara”, ledek mama
“ih mama this fuck. Nara doesn't want” yet, connect me
Mama and Umi Henny just laughed a little.
After talking and getting tired. I helped bring my mother and oma's belongings to the room, so that my mother could clean and rest after a trip away from Surabaya.
***
Morning has arrived. We are all ready to perform ied prayers in the mosque with the best clothes as a welcome 1 Shawwal, the day of victory. After performing the ied prayer, we returned home to forgive each other on a fitri day.
1 Shawwal, is a fitri day. After a month of fasting, restraining lust, doubling kindness. Today is his victory day. All Muslims rejoice to welcome this month, all Muslims are back fitri, back clean from sins that have been committed, he said, all Muslims are reborn like a baby who has sin.
After apologizing to each other, we also ate a dish that had been made last night. The food served there is chicken opor, special gudeg Yogya, lontong, and many more. All the food is delicious.
“Assalamu’alaikum”, say some people from outside the house
“Wa’alaikumsalam, enter”, Faiz replied
“terminal aidzin wal faizin bah”, take them turns
There are about 5 santri who opt for lebaran in ponpes. I don't know what their reasons are why they didn't go back to their families when Lebaran was like this.
“loh how is there still in the mi cottage?”, asked my mom
“iya, they didn't come home. Because there are 2 of them who are orphans, 2 More people because his family can not afford to pay them home and the 1 man who was the president of the ponpes was his son friend Faiz's brother so it was the first Eid to gather here, maybe soon his parents come”, explained Umi Henny
“not that we do not want to charge them home, only those who refuse. So yes they can only get it from phone course”, connect umi
“oh. Pity them”, replied Mama
“thank God you still have a complete family. Who can still celebrate a fitri day like this with a complete family, delicious food, and good clothes. You should also look at the people around you. Help them if they deserve help. They also deserve happiness on a fitri day like this. This is a victory day for Muslims”
The first day of Eid al-Fitr day I went through so like ria. There are so many things and lessons I can learn.
Until the second day of Lebaran. It's time to go back to Surabaya. My hometown. I can't wait to go to Dad's grave. At about 10pm I left Henny's yard.
“umi, Nara come home first ya”, say me while blowing umi Henny's back
“iya son, good luck to the destination, and back again yes to ponpes”, umi replied
“God willing umi”
It's not just the Umi I greet. Abah Faiz and grandfather did not forget my greetings as a sign of respect and asked for permission to go home.
“daaahh all... Assalamu’alaikum”, our saut in the car.
“heart carefully yes.. Wa’alaikumsalam”, saut umi and abah.
“ayah... Nara has been on the road, tomorrow Nara will come to the grave father”, say I am in heart.
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