Lord, Accept My Repentance

Surprise for Mom

Right at 12 p.m., my alarm goes off. I immediately got up with a little tidying up the messy hair.

Open the door slowly and embrace the wrapped gift. The middle room is dead lights.

"What are you doing?" asked Farhan in a soft voice. It turns out he knows me.

"You come too, dong!" I said and looked at him as well as his brother.

The lights are turned on, there are no candles. We walked to Mama's room, "Locked," Abang Farhan said staring at us who were behind him.

"Where? On tap?" ask his brother back.

I kept quiet, because I didn't know how. Never in my family have I done this.

"Mm. .. You pretend to yell," Farhan told me to look up.

I knit my eyebrows, "Dih, if Mama's shocked, how?" many of you disagree with Farhan's idea.

"Yes, let Mama be more surprised and add a sense of surprise, that is," said Farhan.

I was clamoring, confused. Don't know if they should follow their idea or not, "Udah, like that. No papa, really," said Brother reassured.

However, I was afraid if Mama was surprised especially when she knew that Mama had been depressed made me even more afraid.

"Jude, my God" resigned me and walked one step closer to the door of Mama's room.

I took a breath, "Aaa ... Mama!" my squealing which I think will be a complex hears this sound.

I looked back, they looked shocked at my screeching.

"What's? You guys tell me, you!" it's my ketus who don't want to be blamed by them.

Sure enough the door opened that made us even a little surprised, Mama came out of the room with a shocked face even to forget to use a veil.

"Barakallah fi umrik Mama ...!" peekik Farhan was by my side.

"Happy birthday Mama" I said staring at Mama's pale face and stroking her chest. He leaned his body against the door that was wide open.

"Ma, let's go to the couch first. We sit down don't stand like this" said Abang while Mama was still silent.

Maybe, still shocked and collect his life while I have displayed a grin for fear of being angry with Mama.

Plaque!

One punch landed on my hand, "Don't kayak that! Mom was shocked, you know. Mama kirain you why-why!" mama stared hard at me.

"Hehehe, told to be with Farhan and Abang was Ma," said I defended myself who did not want to be blamed alone.

Mama stared intently at them while the sponge was placed on the table, "You guys are nothing, anyway? How come you don't even know Nazwa?" scold Mama and they both just scratched her nape.

"What's the Nazwa deck?" bibik screeched as he ran towards my room.

Instantly our gaze was facing toward Bibik who was walking behind the sofa we were sitting on at this moment.

"Father Bik" I said, which made Bibik stop and look at us all.

"Eh, how about a get-together here?" bibik asked confusedly while rubbing his eyes. Even the veil he was wearing tilted to the right and left due to the rush.

"It's Bik, the kids are on a surprise for me," explained Mama smiling towards Bibik who made her shoulder slump instantly.

"Oah! Kirain whatan, midnight screaming," said Bibik who I replied with a crybaby because it felt bad.

"No need, deh. Bibik just sleep, it's so sleepy," reject Bibik and just we nod together.

Bibik went back to his room that was close to the kitchen, "Come, Ma. Pray," said Brother and began to resume the event in the middle of the night.

Mama put her hands together and I looked at her with a smile, it was funny to see something like this for the first time.

Not see, rather join in an event like this. If in my family first, the birthday will only be given money as a gift and buy cake.

We have birthdays and we buy our own cakes and cards, while they are busy with their respective worlds.

"May Papa and sister be placed on the best side of God, his work brother more successful, Farhan can be accepted on the campus of dreams.

And, Nazwa could soon graduate his High School. Can hijrah to be a better child by closing the aurat also perform obligations without being told and forced.

No more hanging out with those who are not mahramnya, and become a child who can be given direction," said Mama while staring at me.

Lah ... Why even pray for me all? So, anyway, I'm not hanging out with the non-Mahram, huh?

Me and the kids weren't mahrams, I held my head while Mama cupped her hands to her face.

"Nobody helped aamiin, did they?" mama looked one by one at Mama.

"Amijin!" Once the three of us guaranteed Mama's prayers just now.

The next event Mama cut the sponge and gave it to Abang Farhan, "Sorry, Ma did not have time to buy gifts. You are also told that it is also very new to Farhan. Pray that Mama can continue to accompany our steps."

"Until you get married and have children?" ask Mama.

"Hehe, yes, Ma. Aamiin," said Abang Farhan who I only stared at. He and Farhan are no less different.

I became more curious, how Papa's face they used to be so that it could make the faces of his children so handsome. Definitely ... His father was no less handsome.

"May Mama be healthy always and always protected by Allah" said Farhan gave a prayer to Mama after being bribed into his mouth.

"Here, a gift for Mama." Farhan handed me the gift that I helped look for, a little proud that I thought it was useful.

"Aamiin, I hope you graduate quickly and work. In order ... can justify what was not halal," Mama replied as she glanced at me at a glance.

Lah? Why am I glancing? Farhan and I have nothing to do, Mama must be wrong. Farhan's just quiet that maybe he has a girlfriend like him without me knowing.

Now, it's my turn to get a bribe from Mama. Not using a spoon like her children, but using your hands directly.

"May you be healthy always, long life and ...," my confused fingers would connect with what sentence.

"And can see you're married to one of Mama's children" choked me.

Uhuk!

"Haha, relax, honey. Sampe coughed that," Mama scolded laughing.

"Mama's part is weird, what's one of them? It was clearly this one as well" said Abang Farhan, pointing towards Farhan with his chin.

The event was completed at 2 pm after we performed the tahajud prayer together, if the congregational prayer or not only the two. A foreigner or non-Mahram can be a priest.

However, if only the two and the imam-in are boyfriends or friends or even friends then it should not be. That's what Mama said when I refused to pray in imamin by Abang Farhan.

Yes ... his name is also I lay, definitely do not know about it. Salat in the mosque aja I very rarely, only at the time of ied doang it was not every year can pray ied because the red cross sometimes.