Devotion (Because of Mu)

Chapter 158's

After the Ashar prayer service at the musholla, Aisyah became acquainted with the nannies of the foundation, and the girls who settled and lived in the foundation.

There are not many girls who live here because, mbok ni also just live here.

In the past, Gus Aham actually only wanted to take care of street boys only, but, since mbok ni and her husband lived here and helped take care of the foundation, he said, Gus Aham also wants to take care of the girls who live on the streets.Pity them, let alone they are a girl. is very vulnerable for them to live and live on the side of the road.

All worshipers pray, immediately gather at the musholla to wait for afternoon study.There is ustadz village which was once also a santri in the Abah cottage. Gus Aham, asked him to fill the teaching after the completion of the Ashar prayer service.

Not naji buku, because indeed they are not children of the Javanese school, the language.so, more to everyday life.basis, of course from the Qur'an and hadith.

They just sit and listen.sometimes, interspersed with guyonan so that the atmosphere is not tense and children are easy to accept the study that is being discussed.

Usually the salary ends half an hour before entering the Maghrib prayer time.in between that time, usually children prepare to break the fast, for those who are fasting.

In this foundation, it is recommended to fast Sunnah on Monday and Thursday.not grandiose, this is so that they can better maintain lust, in addition to tabarrukan on kanjeng prophet.

"Mas, later ummi same mba Nafis came. she said, want to sleep here last night.", said Aisyah, when her husband just entered their room.

"Oh, yes?!. have said the same mbok ni?.", asked Gus Aham, while removing his kopyah.

"Dereng. ummi, just got the phone" replied Aisyah.

"Yes already. later, do not forget to say the same mbok ni. let in tidying up his room, make ummi same mba Nafis, nginap.", the message.

"Injih.", replied Aisha.

"Tock.", uh...",

"Tock.", uh...",

"Tok..", the door to the room was knocked. Aisyah, immediately opened the door. it appears mbok ni carrying a tray containing rice, vegetables and side dishes.

"Nuwun Sewu, Ning. nganter daharan.", he said. Aisyah smiled and let me enter.

"Put it on the table, yes, mbok.", he said, nodding, and obeying the orders of his female employer.

"Gus Umar, same Ning Fatimah, let me take it first, Ning.", he said.

"Kersengan, kersane saget dahar, kaleh Gus Aham" he continued. Aisyah, glanced at her husband and Gus Aham nodded.

He then allowed Umar and Fatimah to be carried by mbok ni. one in a cradle, one in a stroller. until in the family room, Umar and Fatimah were placed on a mattress. healthy and smart babies.they also play, and on their stomach. mbok ni, just wait and pay attention.

After eating, Aisyah immediately brought the dirty dishes and trays out of her room.

"Here, Ning. let's just mbok ni" he said, blocking Aisyah's steps and immediately took a tray containing dirty dishes from her hands. Aisyah followed mbok ni, to the kitchen to wash her hands.

"Mbok, did you eat?", he asked.

"Congratulations, Ning.", he answered. Aisyah smiled.

"Where are the girls, mbok?", he asked again.

"Perhaps, being ablution. preparation of worshipers praying magrib.", he said, while starting to wash dirty dishes.

"Mbok, tomorrow ummi same Ning Nafis, come here.",

"Please, the guest room is tidied up, njih.

"Corn, Ning. is ready", she replied, making Aisyah smile with the old woman's reply.

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"Usually, after the magrib prayer service.what activities, mbok?.", asked Aisyah. after they accompanied Umar and Fatimah to play in the family room.

"Normally najai, Ning.", answered mbok ni. he seemed to fold his face. Aisyah herself was being idolized, so she did not perform prayers.

"What salary?. the book, the Qur'an?".", asked Aisha, probing.

"Yes, as children may be", answered mbok ni. he seemed to keep his face, and put on a veil and approached Aisha who was playing with Umar and Fatimah.

"Who can read the Qur'an, yes naji Qur'an.",

"Taught the same that can be.",

"Moreover the little ones, Ning.", the story goes. Aisyah nodded.she felt responsible for educating these street children.

"There is no teacher?".", asked Aisyah, again.

"At the very least, only Ali, Ning. could and understood the readings.",

"If the father mah, just teach the children njaji Hijaiyah, the same memorization of short letters.", he replied.

"How many mbok, about the number of children living in the foundation?".", asked Aisyah.

"the 150s are rich', Ning.", he answered.

"Mbok ni, cook it yourself?!", asked Aisyah.

"It used to be helped by the father. Now, because there are girls, mbok ni helped them too.", he explained.

"the 150, boys only?!".", mbok ni shook his head, hearing Aisha's next question.

"Everything, Ning.", he answered.

"Morning, cooking. afternoons are also cooking.", he continued, with a genuine smile.

Aisyah, silent for a moment to hear the narration and story mbok ni. children as much as that, but with the faculty and director of the foundation is minimal. It is unfortunate, they can not be optimal in learning religious science.

Fatimah sounded whining, disperse the daydream of Aisyah. seen mbok ni, swiftly grabbed the tiny body of her daughter, and carried. However, the beautiful baby was still crying.

"Maybe thirsty, mbok.here, let's drink first".", said Aisyah.Hand outstretched to take over her daughter from the sling mbok ni.

"Yowes, Ning Fatimah drank first, njih. let Gus Umar who played the same mbok ni.", he joked, while handing Fatimah to Aisyah.

Aisyah immediately brought her daughter to the room.This was a bedtime, she knew her daughter was thirsty and sleepy.so she breastfed while putting the princess to sleep.

About half an hour Aisyah just came out of the room, and met mbok ni, who was babysitting Umar.

"Kaya'e Gus Umar is also sleepy, Ning.", he said. Aisyah saw her son who was in a sling mbok ni.

"Mas Umar, sleepy sampun?!.", asked Aisyah to her son while 'gliling' her son who was still in the sling mbok ni. Umar was facing forward, so Aisyah easily asked her son to joke.

The handsome baby just laughed, then yawned a few times.

"Masha Allah, sleepy tenan iki", said Aisyah.he took over the son.

"I, sleepurin Umar first yes, mbok.", said Aisyah.

"Curvy, Ning.",

"Mbok, also want to go to the room. earlier, I said after praying Isya' want to ask in pijitin.", he said. Aisyah smiled.

"Excuse me, Ning.", she said. Aisyah nodded.

After mbok ni left, he immediately entered the room to put to sleep and gave ASI to Umar.

The door opened when Aisyah, had just finished putting her son to sleep. Gus Aham himself, just finished performing the prayer prayer isya' in musholla with children, and stopped by to meet the foundation board, briefly.

"All you sleep?" asked Gus Aham. Aisyah nodded and got out of bed.

"Jih, mas.", she answered, approaching her husband, who had just been sitting on the sofa.

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