Dahlia Kembang Village

My name is Dahlia

In the front porch of a very spacious and luxurious house, sat a husband and wife who were watching their two children playing. They are Gerald Sanjaya their 5-year-old eldest son and Irene Sanjaya their 3-year-old daughter.

Suddenly there was a sobbing of the wife that made her husband surprised immediately moved closer to his wife.

" Dear mom, what's crying? what is your mom thinking?" ask the husband while hugging his wife.

"There is nothing pa..mama is happy, considering what has happened so far." she said while putting her head on her husband's chest.

" Had it been ma. perhaps this is the fate of the Almighty that we must live and accept sincerely". wiped his wife's tears and kissed her head.

" Don't cry again when the kids see it" she continued.

" Yes pa, thank my dear husband" tightened his embrace as if he did not want to be separated from the person he loved so much.

" Okay. papa go inside first, papa want to be ready to go to the office.don't be sad again yes dear".the husband kisses the lips of the wife.

" Yes dear" he said later.

Soon her husband returned and prepared to go to the office.

" Papa to the office first, baby, don't mind a lot." while kissing his wife's forehead gently.

"Yes dear.." Take a kiss on the back of the husband's hand.

" Gerald.. Irene. don't be naughty and don't make mama difficult yes" said the husband to his 2 children.

"Yes pa." answered the two children compactly while kissing their papa's hand.

" Yes, papa left first. Assalamualaikum"

" yes, be careful on the road.waalaikumsalam" he replied as he waved his hand.

A moment later the car that her husband was riding in had left the courtyard of the mansion and headed to his office.

He sat back in the chair and watched the two boys who were his most beloved children.

Without realizing it his daydreams continued into his past full of twists..

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Dugs.dug...

Dugs.dug...

Dugs.dug...

The sound of a very loud sounding bed that was anchored by the mosque's gharim, built the residents around the mosque ...no exception with the residents of a small house that is fairly simple and not far from the mosque is located...

kreeek....

heard the sound of a cot (bed/bed).a woman who has stepped on the age of twilight wake up and sit on the edge of the bed that has been reot which is where when the person sleeping on top of her moves..will cause a sound that can disturb its inhabitants...

Rita's....Rita's...

Rita's...Rita's...

Call the woman while swaying her body slowly beside her...

the woman is the mother of Murti a grandmother who took care of 2 grandchildren of her first son who had been left by their mother for a long time...murti's own mother's son is married again and lives with his wife..

Rita is the youngest granddaughter of Murti's mother since her beloved mother died ..Rita and her sister who is also a woman live and nurtured by Murti's mother alone, because Murti's mother had left her husband 10 years ago because she was no longer young..

"Rita .... Rita's granddaughter is beautiful and smart." said Murti's mother while swaying slowly the body of her beloved grandson.

"mmmhhhhhhh...

"Rita ..grandson of my dear grandmother.wake up dear.Beduk dawn already beeps again adhan.."

there is still no truth and still sounds a little snoring.signaling the person who was awakened really still struggling with his beautiful dreams...

murti's mother smiled, then she sat down and bowed a little while approaching the ears of her beloved granddaughter.

"Rita dear.wake up.already dawn dear.." said Bu Murti while shaking the body of his grandson..

finally Rita opened her eyes..

"huammmmm.nek, Rita is still sleepy..Rita sleeps a little longer yes.huaaaammm" said the granddaughter while pulling a blanket and closing her eyes again.

murti's mother smiled at the behavior of her granddaughter..

"yes already ..grandmother first yes.grandmother wants to take ablution it is time for dawn..."

"iya nek.nek first time..Rita still pewe nek"sahut Rita while closing her eyes back..

the grandmother was a little confused at her grandson's answer.."pewe???" he didn't or what his grandson meant...

"duh grandma pewe just do not know.position wuenak nek" said Rita without opening her eyes.

murti's mother smiled as she shook her head.while stepping into the bathroom preparing to take ablution water for dawn prayers...

After finishing ablution Murti's mother headed to the room and hoped the grandson had woken up.but it turns out the expected person was even curled up in a blanket.Murti's mother knew in fact her grandson had woken up...

Then Murti's mother walked to the room next to their bedroom..

kreekkkk...beliau opened the door slowly.after the door opened he again smiled to see the beautiful figure on the couch in the room..

her face is beautiful, her hair is straight, her nose is sharp and her lips are thin which is really perfect for a girl her age..

Bu Murti approached the figure then touched his cheek gently...

"Dahlia.cucun beautiful grandmother.wake up baby already beduk dawn.ayo we pray dawn first" said Bu Murti.

not long after the girl who woke up Bu Murti opened her eyes and turned to look at Bu Murti..

"grandmother?" she smiled.."grandmother has been here a long time?

"just so dear.ayo wake up the morning prayer first" said Bu Murti.

"oh, is that a bitch??it's good that Dahlia took ablution first ya nek" said the girl woke up from her sleep and headed to the bathroom.Sedang right into her room and use the face to prepare for prayer..

he waited in the living room where they used to pray together.he sat down while waiting for his grandson..

"grandmother..Where's rita?not awake yet?" dahlia said gently to her grandmother..

then Dahlia goes into her nenenk room where her beloved sister is still sleeping..

"Rita dear wake up yuk prayer dawn first deck.."ajak Dahlia..

"Rita is still sleepy, sister."sook Rita while pulling her blanket

"Dek, let's wake up praying ..kalo will not be angry and not love Rita again." said Dahlia..

the sister heard the word God angry immediately woke up jumping from the bed directly into the bathroom..

Dahlia smiled at the behavior of her sister who was always afraid when she heard God angry.then Dahlia stepped into her room Lamu put on her face and prepared to pray..Dahlia took her place behind her grandmother who used to be their congregational prayer priest...

Rita was ready beside her sister...

not long was heard adhan reverberating from the mosque.they also prepared for congregational prayers...

after finishing the prayer Dahlia helped her grandmother prepare their breakfast, while Rita took a broom and began sweeping the room of their house..

while cooking Bu Murti asked Dahlia..

"honey.today's the first day of osb(new student orientation) you are not dear?"

"iya nek" answered Dahlia briefly.

"how is the preparation ?is everything you need ready?" ask Bu Murti back

."already all granny.already ready all.stay later go to a new school.."answered Dahlia.

"yes. what about your sister Rita?he's also gonna do osb, right?"

"iya nek.rita was ready just like Dahlia's sister" replied Rita who was suddenly beside the two of them...

then Bu Murti also told them to take a shower and get ready ..then breakfast.because the clock has pointed at 06.00wib.

after finishing breakfast Dahlia and her sister Rita also say goodbye to her grandmother..

"grandmother, Dahlia went to school first huh grandma."

"Rita is also nek." - Rita chimed in.

"yes grandkids..You are carefully on the road and learn diligently so that your ideals can be achieved.do not make mistakes so as not to regret later in the day" said Bu Murti advised his two grandchildren.

" yes, grandma, we will always remember the message of grandma" replied the brothers compact..

"yes already nek.we left first yes.accidentally angkotnya already exist.we say yes nek. assalamualaikum" said Dahlia while kissing the back of her grandmother's hand followed by her sister did the same.

"be careful of yourself" replied Bu Murti.

after the two brothers boarded the angkot to their school which happened to be close by they waved their hands while smiling at Bu Murti.

Ms. Murti also returned their hand and said in her heart, "May you be successful in pursuing your dreams my grandchildren and in spite of the suffering and distress we are suffering today...grandma loves you both very poor fate you are my grandchildren.may you always be healthy and in the protection of Allah SWT.."

not feeling Bu Murti crying about what his two grandchildren have experienced after the death of their mother who is the wife of his child...

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