Dreams of Devi

Bag Buy Plan

Rehan ran ahead of me as soon as he arrived in front of the house. He was very happy and said he wanted to tell you about his first experience selling. I also speculated another, it seems Rehan also wants to collect the bag promised by you.

"Later tonight, yes, sir!" Rehan seemed to be in the arms of the Father. My guess seems right.

"What's up, Re?"

"Bring me a bag."

"Okay, Re. Why tomorrow? Sunday we go to the market" I suggested.

"Relatedly, Ma'am. My friend said there was a night market in the sub-district. A lot of games are there too, I want to take you there" explained Rehan.

"Mode! You'll even ask the others to go to the night market." I sat down and sipped a glass of water that helped my thirst.

"Yes, we're leaving tonight." I clucked, Father always makes Rehan mock me. Yes, you are more on Rehan's side and contrary to my advice.

"Mr, what, that? Rehan Tuman, you know!"

"Once upon a time no papa, Nduk, mumpung Father no money. Would you like to buy one too?" I answered an offer from Father.

"No, Ma! The father also rarely can obey our will. Out of Magrib, huh, sir?" Father nodding.

My sister is definitely happy. The item was always asked for.

"In the near future Magrib, get ready to run out of it while waiting for your azan njai," said Mr.

"After prayer, go straight!" exclaim Rehan.

"Yes, that's why soon wudu!"

Me, Father, and Rehan gathered in a room used for congregation. Rehan taught and was listened to by the Father. Meanwhile, I sat cross-legged beside them while repeating the recitation of the Koran that you had listened to the other day. My father was a teacher teaching me.

I used to actually teach at TPQ near the house which is mostly children who are still one village. It's just that my reading was still not smooth until sometimes hesitant and groggy when listened to by the teacher. I, who was a notorious rioter at the time, felt really embarrassed and quite traumatized.

"Where's reading? No whimpers! Usually also if you scream until you want to break the veins. Turn naji like the wind!" the words of my teacher I remember so often.

After that, I went on strike for more than two weeks. Unfortunately, once I re-enter to teach, there are donors who want to give uniforms to TPQ students. I just arrived at the courtyard of the mosque where it was used to teach, suddenly my friend flocked me with various insinuations.

"A long time no in, Dev? Oh, maybe you know that today there's a uniform measurement, so you came, huh?"

"No, kok. I want to teach."

"Here, be honest! You can no longer pay here. Haven't been around for a long time, suddenly came to get a uniform. Hush! go there!"

It was clear the sound of crisp laughter from the other friends. Really, at that moment my heart was so sliced, I finally chose to go home disappointed. Since then, I have never been interested in studying at TPQ. So did Rehan, he was always my follower. Although at that time he did not see me directly, but he really felt traumatized if asked to teach. I don't want to be like Miss Devi. I will not be able to pay, he said.

"Bak, what, dumbass?" The mind that had been glared away was scattered by Rehan's words.

"Eh. Are you done?" Rehan shifted his body and allowed me to sit in front of the Father.

"Come on, taawuz first!" father's orders to me.

I started reading taawuz and continued my previous reading. Every now and then you correct my reading and tell me the proper pronunciation. Father of a great man, Mr. said if he had studied in pesantren even though only a few years.

You are actually very comfortable if in pesantren, but because Grandma was busy at home, you were asked to go home and stop mondok. Some things that were taught in the cottage slowly disappear from the mind of the Father because it is too busy with the affairs of life. Dad was very sorry about that. From that experience, you asked me to enter the boarding school, he said to get the blessing of life in the cottage.

"Shodaqallahulazim"

"Me, Sir?" Father nodded. I opened the Quran again right on the part that has been marked with a blue ribbon.

"This one, sir?" askaku while pointing at the verse I mean.

"Yes, try to read."

"وَاِ ذْ تَاَ ذَّنَ رَبُّكُمْ لَئِنْ شَكَرْتُمْ لَاَ زِيْدَنَّـكُمْ وَلَئِنْ كَفَرْتُمْ اِنَّ عَذَا بِيْ لَشَدِيْدٌ"

"That means?" ask my Father. I glanced at Rehan, he who had the Koran with translation.

"Me, Ma'am?" I got anxious, I approached Rehan and helped him to search.

"Well, this is meeting! You read the meaning!" my orders are with Rehan.

"And (remember) when your Lord declares, Surely if you are grateful, I will add (merciful) to you, but if you deny (my mercy), then My punishment will be severe."

"This verse teaches us to always be grateful, yes, Nduk, Le. Whatever we get, whatever reserve we have we should always be grateful for. We have science, you know how to thank him?" Me and Rehan compactly shook their heads.

"That science includes sustenance, we thank God for the knowledge that has been given the way that is by learning and practicing it."

"If given a healthy body that includes a rizki is not it, sir?" ask Rehan.

"Definitely! Yesterday Madam Devi when it hurt how did it feel?" Father asked.

"Not good, dong, sir! No food tastes like anything" I replied.

"Everything, we have a healthy body should always be grateful. How's how?" Fishing Father again.

"Well, I've learned that this was in a thematic student" Rehan said.

"Where, Re?" my many.

"By eating nutritious food, exercising diligently, and resting the body and mind."

"Fuckin' thick!" exclaims Father.

"And, those streets include resting the body, don't you, sir?" Rehan smiled.

"What do you mean, Re?"

"Kan, if we walk the body becomes more relaxed. The body is refreshed."

"Yes!"

"Well, that means we have to go to the night market, huh, sir?" Well, Rehan could have.

"You can't wait, Re!"

"Yes, dong, Ma'am. Kan, I'm gonna buy a new bag."

"Yes, soon Azan. Don't row! Listen to the azan and answer every sentence, you once taught. You remember, right?"

Me and Rehan nodded. It is fortunate to have parents like you. He is more than enough to me. Sometimes I am moved, things that look simple are always reminded.

Azan began to shake. Me, Father, and Rehan sat quietly. When the Azaan stopped, we immediately set up the Magrib prayer and prepared to go to the night market.