Eagle-Eyed Youth
Holidays
After Riza and her sisters were full of ramen, they decided to return home. Because it has been the asar adhan so they pray first before going home.
Arriving at home around 16.00 WIB, Riza entered the gate of his house that had been opened by security guards, and parked his car in the garage. The four of them got out of the car, and headed straight for the main door.
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In the main room his father was sitting relaxed "Well, they have not come home at this time, he said he only wants to eat ramen noodles, but the time until the afternoon is rich gini" Khoirunnisa complained to her husband. Rizal embraces his wife who looks anxious "Ga anything or bun, right they are on big, there is also Riza who takes care of them. This is part of the holiday, let them enjoy the holiday" Rizal assured Raisya.
Her father Riza spent the rest of the day in the main room, while enjoying warm tea made by Khoirunnisa and cakes that are always neatly arranged on the table. Deliberately the cakes are stored on the table so that when there are guests do not have to bother taking them to the kitchen.
Scroup.srup..Rizal sipped the tea is still warm, and when you want to take a cake bangket tetiba surprised with the talk of khoirunnisa "Well, according to the good father of our eldest son Riza, we marry what age?".
Rizal looked at his wife with slightly raised eyes "This mother, why suddenly talking about the marriage of our son, Bund Riza is only 23 years old, and our son is also a boy, so don't rush to get her married" Rizal replied with emphasis.
Sepi, immediately the main room became silent, five minutes later "But well, Riza has worked, even though she is still young, out there even a lot of well, well, the boy who married in his twenties" Khoirunnisa tried to convince.
"Eh, mother since when to coin the boys, already bun do not discuss now, how to try if later Riza comes suddenly and listen to our conversation" said Rizal while poking his wife with anxiety.
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"Assalamu'alaikum" came a simultaneous sound from outside. Khoirunnisa also answered "Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" while opening the door for his children who had just returned home. They went in, alternately kissing the back of his hand, and then to his father, who was sitting in a chair, and doing the same thing as his mother.
Finally all gathered in the main room, a portrait of a happy family reflected as they joked and chatted together. Riza looked at her mother "Bun, sorry we are, gini afternoon just came home" Riza said full ta'zim on her mother.
The mother smiled "it's okay son, it's a holiday, so have fun" while holding Riza's hand affectionately. The youngest goes to chiming in "Oh so yes bun, it means it can dong if we go home tonight, or later tonight want to go out again" said Raisya without feeling guilty while grimacing.
"Hus, you're the youngest, your parents are good, you're brave" his father spoke up while pinching his daughter.
Everyone laughed at his father and the youngest. The mother again chimed in "Raisya, with a good mother, you are the only daughter of the mother, so you can't go through the nights. Most of the mother's sons also if there is no need, will not be the mother permission to sleep at night." Said her mother hugging her daughter. Raisya turned to "yes, my dear bundle, anyways Isya is just kidding" while returning her arms.
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Not feeling together in the main room had been almost an hour, finally everyone rushed to their respective rooms. They cleaned their bodies in the bathroom. They used to take an afternoon bath around 17:00, so that later when the magrib roar, they were ready to go to the mosque.
The sound of the chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an accompanies the beauty of the twilight kemuning in the east. Riza placed the tilawah at dusk. He enjoyed his reading, trying to live and understand every verse he read.
Riza stopped when he arrived at the Qur'an letter A-, Bahl verse 61 is about death, Riza tried to read the translation “If the time has come that is determined for them, Riza tried to read the translation , neither can they resign for a moment nor put it first." Riza tried to understand it.
"O Allah, turn me off in a state of Islam and solemn khotimah" said Riza praying accompanied by sobs restrained, for fear of sounding out of the room.
Riza was sure after there was rain there must be a rainbow, after there is dark it will rise light, after difficulty there must be ease.if there is a dark shadow then sure there is light.
Riza was swept away in her reading.when it went so fast, Adzan magrib also reverberated.then Riza immediately rushed to the mosque to perform congregational prayers, as usual his two younger siblings also went with him, including his father.
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others choose to return home after the magrib prayer, but Riza chose to tap until later the prayer time isya "Yeah, I want in the mosque first yes, want to recite while waiting for the issue later, I want to pray, Father and brothers go home first" Riza told her father, kissing the back of her father's hand. His father glanced at him "yes it's okay, dad go home first ya Za" his father replied briefly.
After all the worshippers returned to their homes, now live Riza with some children who are still in elementary school, they are busy running around while laughing happily.
Riza called them "Deck, hey, come here" he said, waving his hand and one of them came, "Yes Om, what's wrong?" ask the boy innocently. Riza held her head "You're not coming home?" ask Riza.
the boy grinned "not Om, we used to play running around here while later waiting for the Adzan isya. We used to like to go after the magrib prayer, but not anymore, because our naji teacher went out of town to go to college" the boy tried to explain in full.
Riza scrunched her forehead "There really isn't another najai teacher?" search Riza. The boy fixed his sitting position "No om, where anyone wants to teach us, we are brat Om from the village next door" with the pedenya the boy admitted his stubbornness.
bhahaha, Riza laughed lightly "You're proud to be a wayward child?, oh so you're not a complex kid here huh, Sister's pantesan rarely see you" Riza said as her hands rubbed the child's hair. Before the boy spoke again "Eh you what is the name of the deck?, introduce my name Riza, you call me Sister yes, if om aging ha.ha.." Riza asked for a name and thrust out her hand to get acquainted.
"Okay, om.eh Kak, my name is Zulfi, Kak how if you are our teacher" Zulfi whined unexpectedly before.
"seriously, do you want a salary?" riza said
"yes Kak, I'm serious, my friends and I want to learn to pay the same sister" said Zulfi on behalf of his friends, even though his friend was still running around the mosque.
"seriously is?" again Riza tried to convince
"Yes seriously, sweater tekewer-kewer" said zulfi by brandishing two fingers of a serious sign. Finally Riza relented "Alright, Brother wants to teach you to pay, but there are conditions" said Riza while staring at Zulfi.
"What are the conditions, brother?"
"Easy, the condition is that you must be serious about learning njai and you must be diligent in praying to the mosque" Riza told Zulfi.
"Each Kak" said Zulfi as he raised his right hand to pay his respects.
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