Heart Space

Lagi

اِرْحَمُوا مَن فِي الارض

يَرحَمكُم مَن فِي السَّمَاء

"Loved the creature that was on earth,

The one in the sky will love you."

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"Assalamualaikum, Ma" Alin said as he muttered and kissed the back of the middle-aged woman's hand in front of him, a great woman who Alin loved and loved, his mother, Mama Laila.

"Waalaikumussalam, baby.let's go in" replied Mama Laila, her hand rubbing the top of her only daughter's head was full of affection, not forgetting the sincere smile on her face.

"You want to eat first or pray first, Fa?" Asked Mama Laila whose hands were faithfully embracing Alin's shoulder. Fani, that's the little name Alin used when Mama Laila called her, even then it seemed too long for Mama Laila because Mama Laila more often called her with one syllable first 'Fa' sometimes Mama also adds one letter 'h' at the end, so 'Fah'.

"I have prayed ko ma, just now on the road stop by first to the mosque. I was going to wash my hands first and eat, hehe, laper" Alin replied with a small laugh, his hand rubbing his stomach at the end of the sentence.

"Yes, mama ready first, you will go straight to the dining table.." Mama Laila answered a nod of the head by Alin. Soon after, he passed into his room.

Rice and his friends were neatly arranged at the dinner table when Alin got there. Mama Laila greeted him with a big smile.

"Let's go baby" Mama Laila pulled Alin enthusiastically, sat her down, and painstakingly filled her child's plate with rice and her friends.

"When I can also myself ma, and anyways I should serve mama." Whine Alin who only responded to a smile by Mama Laila.

"My dear mother, here my mother sits, now let me take it for my mother"

Mama Laila smiled watching her son fill his plate deftly.

"Yes too" Mama Laila muttered, but could be caught by Alin's hearing.

"Why ma?" Alin asked who was already furrowing next to his brows.

Mama Laila chuckled before she finally replied.

"You're right, son. You learn to serve your husband." Mama Laila still left her piety at the end of her sentence. Alin was only able to smile in response to her mother's words.

"Darling, you will get the best. Mama sure. God has prepared it for you, rest assured." Mama Laila said the condition of meaning, gently rubbed her right arm, not forgetting the warm smile she gave to her son who suddenly a little moody and dreamy.

"Eat, baby" said Mama Laila again, interrupting the attention of her only child who stared softly at her plate.

A gentle hand rub finally managed to pull Alin back into his consciousness. Alin raised his head and soon he met his mother's gaze with a faint smile on his lips.

"Come ma, we eat" Alin said in a carefree voice that he tried to display in front of his mother.

"Maa Syaa Alloh, this must be really good ma, mama's cooking is always a champion on my tongue" Once again, Alin tried to revive his mood, Alin tried to revive his mood, he chuckled until showing his teeth with both thumbs of hands he pitched, appreciating the masterpiece of his mother's cooking.

Mama Laila gave a small chuckle, her hand gently rubbed Alin's arm, as if transferring energy to strengthen Alin, strengthening the physical, heart and mind of Alin, her beloved daughter.

•••

Alin's days were going on as usual. Teaching in kindergarten, going home and spending time at home with the mother who when she came home the mother also came home from the market. Yes, early in the morning Mama Laila has gone to the market, opened a jongko where she sells vegetables.

For years Mama Laila ran her business, a business that she pioneered together with her husband. Alin once asked him to just stop, let Alin work, but Mama Laila insisted she wanted to continue her business. No, instead of being crazy about the world, he would just feel bored if he just sat quietly at home all day. Alin finally let his mother sell in the market. But instead of Alin does not care, when the weekend, Alin will usually participate with the mother.

And every morning, it was Alin's job to clean the house, sweep and mop. To cook, usually Mama Laila always cook before leaving, it is simple to fill the stomach of the child before the child left to fulfill his jihad. Mama Laila knows the hard task of her son, educating the children of the next generation of the nation and this country ^^

Finished with his homework, Alin immediately cleaned himself up and prepared to leave. The key to his house was in the place where he was usually placed. So that later the mother will not have trouble looking for him.

Alin reached into the cell phone in his pocket. Opens the mainstay green chat application, look for the contact of the mother and then press the voice call icon. A continuous tone was heard and before long the soft voice of her mother was immediately caught in her sense of hearing.

"Guilipinam, ma. Alin left first yes, ma"

Alin nodded at his mother's response.

"Yes, ma. I'll be careful on the street, mama's also good at the market, if there's anything immediately connect me yes." Alin replied then because he realized the nod of his head could not be seen by the mother.

"Yes ma, house keys in a regular place huh.. Yaudah then, I'm closing, ma, Assalamualaikum.." Alin ended the voice call after hearing the greeting from the mother.

After saying hello to his home, immediately Alin departed with his favorite motorcycle, occasionally he glanced at the rearview mirror of his motorcycle, returned to the streets and increased the speed, he said, sometimes he glanced at the clock that was coiled around his left wrist, making sure that he had enough time.

Arriving at the school area, Alin developed his smile at some children waving hands while calling his name with a cheerful face that faithfully adorned their faces.

As soon as he came down and took off his helmet, the children were already shrouding him, hugging his feet, of course not forgetting their distinctive chirping sounds that seemed to scramble into his sense of hearing. Alin reviews the smile then takes the bag and rubs their heads one by one and happily kisses the back of Alin's hand alternately.

The bell goes home loud, giving a sign that today's learning is over. After closing the lesson with prayer, one by one the children greeted Alin and then Alin embraced them one by one.

Finished cleaning the classroom, Alin sat for a while in his chair, focusing on his phone. She was texting Bi Nining, yes, Bi Nining babysitter twins Alfa and Alfi.

These two days, the twins did not go to school due to illness, such was the news he received yesterday and today from Bi Nining. Alin seems worried, of course, who is not worried when his son is sick, that is, yes they are not Alin's biological children, he said, but Alin already considers his students as his own children even though in fact he does not even have children, let alone have a married child he has not.

However, it feels like if one day he gets married and has children, then this will be the feeling of unfortunately for his son later, Alin dear to his students.

Alin pensively read the reply to the message he had just received from Bi Nining. Then, without any more ba bi bu, Alin got up from his seat, picked up the bag and immediately said goodbye to the other fellow teachers.

"Mom Alin seems to be in a hurry, huh!?" Ask Holy Ma'am.

Alin smiled slightly, trying to suppress his worries.

"Yes, little. Want to go to the twins' house, these two days do not enter because of illness, Ms. Uci." Alin tried to calm down.

"Ohh yes ma'am, pity them, hopefully soon be given a cure ma'am.." The Holy Mother prayed, in the assurance of the other teachers.

To be continued~