Don't Take My Son

The OTW Jakarta

At half-seven Faisal had come to pick up Kharisa with a rented car and the driver, according to their plan to leave for Jakarta at seven in the morning. Bi Nani prepared a snack of wet cake and some kinds of chips to accompany the trip, do not forget the food for Rakha rice broccoli chicken team kept in a mini-sized heating thermos. Rakha is learning to eat rice, but if the team eats more, the chicken team is his favorite food.

Rakha is already in Kharisa's arms, as he understands his momy is leaving, he does not want to escape from Kharisa's arms, afraid that he will be left behind. But seeing Faisal come straight away he wanted to go down and asked Faisal to carry.

"Who's son is this cute, wear nice clothes, where are you going? Euy style wear shoes, uh shoes on...."

"Mamm.he...gi......gi............om." Rakha asked to come down from Kharisa's sling, his legs dangling down. Now he thinks Faisal will take him for a walk, as Faisal used to do on holidays, taking Rakha on his matic duck bike even though it is only around the village but makes Rakha happy and addicted, if you see Faisal with his motorbike in front of the house must immediately go.

" Om..gi...gi." he said, pointing at the motor to take him away. Funny thing if it's been chattering, although only a few words that he can say. " Mom....Uh..gi...Nens.....Mam, Bin." That's all he can say.

"It's the same Om Isal first there, let's go to Om Isal, momy want to finish Rakha stock first." Rakha was set up in front of Faisal, already able to stand for quite a long time, but was afraid to step finally crawling towards Faisal. His age has stepped on eleven months, it's time to learn the way, Rakha was excited if the road while holding his hand, especially while chasing chickens would want to continue, unfortunately if the handle is released he even squatted, even squatting, not wanting to step, maybe because he had experienced a fall until his forehead was sucked on the floor, he became afraid to step.

"Udah ready? No one's missing?" Faisal opened the car door when he saw Kharisa and Bi Nani coming out of the house and locked the door.

"Udah, Rakha's only supplies." Kharisa shows Rakha's travel bag, it contains Rakha's stock, change clothes, diapers, wet wipes, biscuits for Rakha's snacks, and not to miss some of Rakha's favorite toys.

Kharisa and Bi Nani get in the car.

"Rakha sits in front of the same Om well.later we see a lot of cars, there are bus cars." Faisal sat in the passenger seat beside the driver and Rakha sat on his lap. The driver drove his car towards the highway to the Chileunyi toll gate.

"Bin..bin....your name...bin...." It seems Rakha is wanting something.

"You what? A car? Look at a lot of cars." Faisal pointed at the car on the street.

"Ma.kf.ma...bin..."

"Oh...car toy?" Faisal looked back.

"Neng, Rakha's car toy was brought?"

"There's." Kharisa has been preparing to bring Rakha's favorite toy, who knows on the way to feel bored, and sure enough just left Rakha has remembered with his favorite car. The red sedan that Faisal bought, "McQueen" was named after him, a fictional character from the cartoon 'Cars'. Rakha loved the toy, in addition to the red color that attracted his attention, the car had eyes, mouth, so it looks alive, after the wheels were pulled to the back of the car it would drive. Sometimes he sleeps holding his toy.

In the middle of the journey Rakha began to fuss, this is the first time a long trip for Rakha, an hour and a half in the car turned out to make him bored, even though Faisal was unceasingly telling the story, singing children's songs while feeding them cut fruit as Rakha snacks, to make Kharisa and Bi Nani smile themselves hearing it.

"It's the same momy." Rakha is looking for something she wants.

"Ne**n......." Rakha put away the hijab that covered her momy chest, looking impatient, while Kharisa was unbuttoning her shirt.

"Behold dear...closed well, same shame Om same driver." Rakha is used to being covered with her momy hijab when she is suing** in public places. Kharisa used the hijab since starting college, initially he felt insecure using the hijab, but Faisal always encouraged and supported him.

"I feel unworthy to wear the A hijab, shame, behavior is still not real, prayers should still be eaten with the same mama as A Isal, njai also not smooth, shame, right, hijab time is not pinter naji." Kharisa said a few months have not been hijabed.

"Closing the aurat has nothing to do with not being able to pay, behavior is not right, prayer is not right, each stands alone. Closing the aurat is the same as obligatory legal prayer, if not done means sin. Imagine from since puberty until now if we do not carry out our obligations as much as what the sins are. Already the behavior is not right, prayer is still perforated plus no closing the aurat yes more our sins, by closing the aurat means we have reduced our sins. And let not our father be plunged into hell because his daughter neglects the duty of closing her law."

At that time Faisal reminded Kharisa to close his aurat in front of a non-mahram, because at that time as usual, Faisal always visited Kharisa and Rakha, Kharisa was sitting on the porch and Rakha was in his lap, as Faisal was getting closer and closer to being seen clearly it turned out that Kharisa was suing*i Rakha, and of course Faisal saw a scene that he should not have seen.

"Astaghfilullah al - adzim....." Faisal immediately turned his body while closing his eyes.

"What's a...." Kharisa looked confused by Faisal's attitude, he looked to the right, to the left, to the back, but there was nothing, but why did Faisal close his eyes and turn his body?

"Neng if again suu**i should be inside, outside later there will be people passing by, the aura becomes visible." Kharisa just realized, it turns out Faisal's attitude because he saw his aura accidentally. Kharisa also became embarrassed himself, he went straight into the house.

"Also in the sultry, Rakha is also fussy, so outside deh." Said Kharisa when he came back to Faisal on the terrace after finishing suing** Rakha, Kharisa grinned to resist embarrassment.

"Makanya Neng mending wear hijab, if wearing hijab when suu*i can be closed, rich bu ustadzah Rahma if nyusuin covered with her veil. So it's safe."

"God willing, when I went to college I used the hijab, now I'm ready mentally and dress first." Kharisa grinned again because he still could not agree directly to hijab unlike the women during the time of the Prophet, when the commandment came down to close the aurat, they immediately searched and used anything nearby that could be used to seal his aura. But finally his promise was fulfilled, the first day he entered the campus he closed his aurat, using a hijab.

It did not feel their car had entered the Jakarta outer ring toll, they had rested for a while in the rest area of Karawang area, filled the call of nature to the toilet, and opened the provisions prepared by Bi Nani, he said, a variety of wet cakes and chips. Faisal bought one cup of instant coffee for the driver's pack and two glasses of warm chocolate for him and for Kharisa. Their journey counted smoothly there was no meaningful density. Fortunately, the driver used to bring passengers to Jakarta so hapal Jakarta area. The driver pointed his car to the left when he saw the Cipete/Pondok Pumpu toll exit instructions, then joined the TB road. Simatupang, turn to Fatmawati road. Kharisa began to direct the driver to the address of Rafael's house, he did not memorize the exact address, but he still remembered the turn of the road because when he went to Rafael's house with his mother's father, his father, at that time he really paid attention to the streets, and now he still remembers where he was going until when their car passed through a large mosque bearing the name of a foundation, he said, he believes Rafael's house is in the area.

"Stop sir, on the side...." Kharisa made sure again that he was not wrong, he noticed a high fenced house, painted white, in front of him there is a security post, it is not wrong that Rafael's house.

"Sir, to the house with the security post well." The driver nodded his head and pointed his car at the house that Kharisa pointed to. And now Kharisa's car is in front of a big house that a year and a half ago he had come with his father and mother.

seriate......