Last Tasbih
Win the Race
Stifen listened carefully to the recitation of the Qur'an, until he felt overwhelmed.
”Masyaa Allah, his voice is very good." Inner Stifen.
Love came down from the stage, after it finished reading. Now it was the turn of another participant who was called his name, then went up on stage.
"Love, your voice is sweet." Fatihah gave her two thumbs up.
"I'm sure you'll win" Bilqis added.
"There are still many others, they are also melodious. Let's see later, when a match will be easy." replied Love.
"So you're Stifen, you mean?" ask Fatihah.
"No, a soul mate is just as much money!" replied Love with a small laugh.
A few hours later, all the participants had already advanced to the front of all. They have read the holy verses of the Qur'an, on the stage of the race. It's time for the jury, welcome the host to take the stage.
"Based on the judgment of the jury, the race to read the Qur'an champion one was won by Cinta Nakila" he said.
Stifen as the race organizer, let Love to go up. Love moved from her seat, up on stage. Love received the trophy, which Stifen gave. Love also saw a banner, which read a prize of fifty million rupiahs.
"Congratulations ukhty." Stifen said.
"Thank you aky." replied Love.
In the afternoon, Robert returned home. Zahra immediately ran to hug Robert, even though he was watering plants.
"You're why you hug me, look at my wet shirt." Robert protest.
"Is there something wrong Pa, Mama's love to Papa." replied Zahra.
"Mama's tired, you better make coffee." Robert asked.
"Yes Pa, wait a minute." replied Zahra.
Zahra moved her legs, towards the kitchen. Zahra made coffee while smiling happily. Robert hasn't been home for months.
Zahra stepped her feet, heading to the living room. Zahra gives Robert coffee, but accidentally knocks Robert's arm.
"This is how the hell, why not just put it on the table." snapped Robert.
"Papa snapped Mama?"
Zahra was astonished, with Robert's capricious nature. Robert is like a chameleon.
"Why, then, am I yelling at you?" Robert asked back.
"Mama was just wondering Papa, not like you know him before." Zahra almost cried.
"You think you're still ABG's son, a little cry. Intermittent want to be noticed." said Robert spontaneously.
"In this world, it's not just young people who need love. But, parents must also strengthen love." replied Zahra.
"Here you go, Papa is lazy to argue with Mama. Never ending, thinking of the elusive Mama." Robert moved from his seat.
Robert soon left Zahra, who was still watching Robert's actions. Stifen's voice said hello, he just got home. Zahra opened the door, having previously wiped away the tears.
"Mama's crying?" ask Stifen.
"No Stifen, Mama was flickering." replied Zahra.
"Mom don't lie." Stifen stared suspiciously.
"No Stifen, Mama's not lying" she replied.
Stifen tried to believe it, although it still felt awkward. Stifen set foot into his room, then went into the bathroom with a towel.
Love, Fatihah, and Bilqis walk together. They were about to cash the money, which Love had earned from the race.
"Still the remaining ten million for what is Love?" ask Fatihah.
"The plan is, in part, to eat everyday. But, I will set aside for the orphanage." replied Love.
