IF YOU ARE A FOOL

IF YOU ARE A FOOL
Failed Hafiz 30 Juz



Mama's sentence "new change of month" back to the heart.


This means that this is the first time I will meet the ustadzah after the memorial.


Even though our house was close, we did not meet often. Late at school which is getting late in the afternoon just go home.


Sometimes anyway.if it's the right Sunday I relax at the mama's boutique, he passed by. But.so comes a different taste. Between anger, sebel, fear, I don't know. Honestly in my heart do not accept, it's good that I always get interference, I'm also to blame. Boro-boro told Dian to come home often so he could meet, each accidentally met just gig away looking away and left. Sebel also, I feel I'm a ghost.


Teenager mosque meetings are held in the second week of each month, only the date is back and forth.


"don't I just have to be there" I thought to myself.


"why am I a coward, I'm not wrong"


hadew, so worried confused like this.


Suddenly came a surprise


"asiknya.. daydreaming what the hell" then he occupies the seat next to me.


Hemp, crita isn't the same??? but then mama suddenly appeared, even riweh.


"later a crumpled meeting, you're the one who goes deck" I asked briefly


"where are you going? " start her investigation


"not going anywhere" I replied


"not going anywhere, going with ah" she didn't accept


"last month I went alone" I grumbled


"yee. Then this brother, go ahead there, kayak go far away.


Hayyo. Why do you call the name of the child


"what the hell" I tried to pull over, so the conversation did not change the theme.


"slow, mama knows"


whattt. Has it been hit home?? but my mom didn't say anything to me.


"cieee... cie" she teases.


"that's obvious when I say" I tried to lower my tone


"keep going" I'm getting curious.


"pay first, hahaha" he replied idly as he walked into the boutique


"trus if mama comes later, ask her own mother" she shouted from inside. I finally followed him in.


"mama still what's at home?? " It's gone ashar, soon the maid came home, maybe mama still bothered.


Mama's boutique is right next door but not a single building, so going in and out has to be through the front door.


"no, I was straight from family. There's no mom in front"


"yes, come on, continued the mama who had not come"


This time I was quiet enough, adek a long story. Because he doesn't like to be cut when he talks.


And it turns out..the incident has been long enough, he has very often returned home pesantren, maybe I'm just insensitive, not attentive, do not want to be careful, not important too.


I also never knew about the attitude of the ustadzah who became cold with my mother. Why didn't you ever ask me that question, right???


Sometimes so have the same mind kelas ustadzah, he is not wise in behaving anyway.


Oh it turns out, it is papa who is the savior, his wisdom papa I.. kiss kiss dew for papa 😘.


Because in our house there are rarely any storms. Mama probably knows every step of the way, even HP is always parked in the room. Mama can't think I'm the one who messed up. Maybe because it's so mama never discussed with me, but rather vent to the same papa to get a solution.


And sure enough, papa's a superhero. After a complaint from my mother, papa deliberately invited P. Amin, Rahardian's ashes, the head of the mosque's admirals to speak with one eye. They are quite close, because from a long time ago papa was made the treasurer of the mosque "boss of funds" more precisely, hehe. So they have a closeness, in contrast to the mama who is rarely involved with events in the mosque, so not so close to the Zia ustadzah.


The results of the investigation stated that there was actually a problem from within the child itself. He failed to become hafiz of the Quran, while it was the most coveted by the Ummi. The spirit of nyantri collapsed, and was negotiating to be able to register a lecture without staying in the pesantren.


Si ummi was so hit, after the brother who did not graduate, started from the terminal that ended in DO.


Si ummi is also very fond of the youngest child, can not resist nor can I say 'yes'kan. Seeking your own path and conclusion.


Olala, it turns out, I'm just a victim of disappointment.


Hemp, breathe a sigh of relief too. At least it's proven that I'm not the main cause of the factor.


Even though honestly I often encounter the man watching me from the 2nd floor of the house Melan, with the mode of playing nemenin adek Melan.


And I don't know, I don't want to think anymore. It's none of my business, but all this time he's never been nice to me.