DUSK PAINTING

Chapter 7. Paternity

Sunday morning study at At Taubah pesantren is a study that is awaited by residents around the pesantren. The open study for the general public was a blessing because Ahmad's ustad allowed residents to sell in the area outside the pesantren, which is commonly called the kojengkang market. By dawn residents have been racing to give a lap sign along the sidewalks that stretch to the left and right of the boarding gate. They scavenge the fortune of the pilgrims who every disperse studies usually like to shop.

At a housing complex, after dawn prayers, Rahma was preparing to participate in a study with Father and Uma. Last night his mother reminded him to open up, expand the association with the study group so that the heart is more entertained by listening to tausyiah while mingling with many people.

"Sir...." Whining Dika while rubbing his eyes, making Rahma who was reflecting turned to the bed.

"Ulu-ulu Mother's child has already woken up." Rahma sat on the edge of the bed so that the child rolled over and stuck in her lap.

Dika put his face on the mother's chest with both hands wrapped around his back.

"Mother's kid peed in her pants?"

Dika's head looked shaken.

"Printer's son." Rahma kissed the top of the head of the child who was soon 2 years old full of affection. He sipped the fragrant apple fragrance mixed with sweat while rubbing his son's kriwil hair.

He remembered Malik who leaned his chin on his shoulder to pay attention to the activities of menASIhi baby Dika.

"When I looked like a kid. Kriwil-kriwil gini."

"Then anyway. Straight brother gini's hair." He turned his face so that his cheeks collided with Malik's lips. It managed to cause a smooth sigh and a red hue on the cheeks because Malik even kissed him.

"It is short. If digondrongin kriwilnya will look like."

"Mother wants me to look good, hmm." Malik's lips move down the neck until the earlobe that makes him jump and feel the sensation of cradling.

"Don't ah! I'm handsome like this."

Srr. He felt the goosebumps of Roman fur as Malik's lips played for a very long time behind his ears. Her husband already knew her weak point so successfully passed the ****** from her lips.

Rahma further drowned the kiss in Dika's hair, with her eyes closed while tightening the gap.

"Goddessamagfirlahu...." His heart recited a prayer for the deceased with teary eyes.

I miss you, Bang.

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Along the way to the pesantren, Dika who was wearing a white cocoa suit looked carefree and chattered with her grandmother. Rahma who sat in front with Dad who was driving, occasionally looking back reminded the little one to sit down. Because several times seen standing in the seat facing backwards looking at the traffic of the vehicle.

"Where are we sitting, Uma?" Rahma who was first studied at the pesantren was amazed to see the magnificent and modern architecture of the mosque.

Uma took him up to the 2nd floor and looked for the front seat, so that the pulpit where the speaker could be seen clearly.

"This mosque's only been renovated for a year." Uma seemed to be able to read the look of admiration that emanated from Rahma's face that was sweeping the view to all directions.

"The architect is a convert. Still young and handsome."

"Not just falling pictures, but being the biggest donor."

"Ish, Uma, how do you know the details from where?" Rahma frowned. "Don't you give me the mother?"

Uma pinched her arm until Rahma complained. "She likes to come here. It used to fit the renovation, outside there was a notice board listing the names of the contributors."

"If by chance, the person likes to participate in the study ahad really. Name's Mi...."

"Stay, Uma." Rahma put her index finger on her lips because her phone was ringing. A consumer called her to order a 10-box bika ambon to be picked up tomorrow.

"Alhamdulillah, come home from here shopping for materials first yes, Uma. Someone ordered a bika." Rahma smiled broadly because coming home from here she would be preoccupied with making ordered cakes. Although every Sunday the store is closed, he can do it at home. Busyness makes him forget for a moment the sweet memories with the late Malik. Forgot for a moment the longing overflow that filled the chest.

On the ground floor, male pilgrims began to arrive to fill a large space with soft carpet titles. Dika seemed to run here and there with two other children who were older than him. While the grandfather was performing the tahiyatul prayer mosque.

The adorable boy's steps came to a halt and looked up at the adult man who was walking towards the front.

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Brucks.

Mizyan, who was preparing to pray the tahiyatul sunnah mosque, was shocked because a boy hit him and hugged his feet.

"Dad."

"Dad."

Mizyan was moved to hear the boy's call.

Is correct. Unmistaken. This is the kid at the cake shop.

"Hey, boy. Who's here?" Mizyan squatted down to align her height. He smiled amusedly. Because the clothes he wears are both white. Maybe people will think if both are father and son.

"Become." In a hurry Badru's father approached the two.

"I'm sorry that my granddaughter is bothering me." Badru's father looked at Mizyan feeling guilty for being negligent in looking after his granddaughter.

"Oh no, sir. Grandchildren are good. I'm not talking anymore."

"His name is Dika, huh?!" Mizyan seemed to want to convince what she had heard just now.

Badru's father nodded. "The full name is Mahardika Al Malik. In the house is usually called Dika."

Mizyan nodded with the brain that had digested.

His last name means his father's name.

Dika, the kriwil-haired boy did not want to move to sit from Mizyan's lap during the tausyiah. Although Badru's father who sat beside him many times persuaded because it was not good if his grandson inconvenienced others.

"Let's go, sir. It's antennas." Mizyan said slowly pointing at Dika who was sitting sweetly on her lap. Although actually his legs feel numb because Dika's body is mon tok. But he can get it by moving his legs slightly and slowly. He could not help but disturb the comfort of the boy.

Mizyan opted out last as soon as the tausyiah that lasted 1 hour was completed. He waved to Dika who was led out by his grandfather. His gaze was still watching Dika who occasionally turned her face back to look at him. He also smiled as he waved his hand again and then replied to the tiny hand of the adorable boy.

"A Iyan, hayu kaluar." Dado approached him who was leaning on the tihang, protecting his body from the centile gaze of a group of mothers on the 2nd floor.

"Later, Do. Wait for mom to come home." He usually comes out first from the side door once the study is over to avoid the attack of a group of mothers who want to take pictures together. But because Dika fell asleep in his lap, he was forced to stay in wait for his grandfather the boy finished shaking hands with Ustad Ahmad and the nearest congregation.

"About the top, Do. Haven't you disbanded yet?"

Dado inched up from his seat, but his arm was held back by Mizyan.

"Where are you going?"

"To top. Aa told you to go upstairs."

Mizyan exhaled a rough breath. "Not necessarily go up. It means look from here. Look up," he explained practicing while still sitting behind the pillar of the mosque buffer.

"Oohhh, say atuh from earlier...." Dado answered without guilt. Different from Mizyan who stroked the chest. Patience.

"Hmm there's only 2 other people who look like you."

Goodgood. Mizyan breathed a sigh of relief.

But his prediction missed. A group of centile mothers in purple uniforms had greeted him at the end of the stairs with faces full of cheerful twinkle.

"That geuning the casep aya.(this is the handsome there)."

He could only smile grimacing, could no longer avoid the attacks of mothers who took photos together, both many times, three, the last seven. And during the photo, the mothers were very noisy and excited.

"Patience is good-looking...."

"We are very hepi can take pictures the same aa bule. Blessings teach hihihi..."

"Enya. Aa casep meni looks like salakina (similar to her husband) Titi Kamal. Saha geuning lah ngaranna, poho deui.(whose name, forget)."

"Ih, but leuwih kasepan ieu atuh (This handsome dong." denied the mother at the very end.

"Ember (indoor)" Koor's six-year-old mom, posing freestyle in the final photo session.

Mizyan was only able to breathe normally when the mothers passed in excitement because walking while looking at the shots.

Brucks.

His steps towards the pavilion came to a halt as soon as a boy punched him and hugged his feet.

"Dad, let's go home!"