
The dawn prayer is beautiful... Her voice was syahdu... Black sky decorated with flickering stars scattered... On the crescent moon at the end... The sound of chickens started to whip at each other... The cold gets into the skin...
I hurried to wake up... I saw the expanse of humans slitting in front of the tv... I rushed to the bathroom... I wanted to take a shower but the water was icy cold... I just sit and brush my teeth... When I step foot into the musholla of the house.... I just remembered that Sumi ma'am wanted to pray together with him.. I took my foot and dared to knock on the white door slowly but surely...
"Mom... Ms. Sumi.... Come awake... He said he wanted to pray at dawn.. "
I'm still staring at the door... About 5 minutes passed...
Crick... I saw the door open... I saw a mother who was still yawning in the middle of the door... She looked at me smiling
"I'm sorry, son... Mother of bad luck.. "
"Oh no ma'am... If you want to pray come...I'll take the wudhuk first... I'm waiting at the mushollah house, ma'am... "My grandfather
I walked to mushollah... Sumi's mom is going to the bathroom for a bath... When finished berwudhuk.. We pray ... I became his priest... And Sumi's mom became a mum...
"Assalamualikum.. " My words ended the morning prayer reading that time... I looked at Sumi's mother... I kissed her baby lung hands... Sumi just smiled at me... I prayed and Sumi guaranteed it...
After the prayer, I still want to teach... But I forgot to wake the others... I finally got down and woke the others up first...
After they woke up I went back to the room to change clothes... I wear a long pink shirt... White pants are relaxing... And a mature pink hijab.. I'm ready with the handset in my ear...
"Nis I want to jog first yeah.. "My father asked Denis for permission (the chairman of my group)
"Ok May... Heart - heart well.. "Father
I went out and went around... Enjoying the cool air that filled my tiny nose...
I'm tuning a titanic song... Add syahdu atmosphere..
I saw the phone... I saw on the phone screen a cute photo of Riyan... I remember... I dialed the number...
Dret... Dret... Dret...
Riyan woke up...
"Halo assalamualikum.. Still belom up... Sorry to interrupt "My words for hearing Riyan's nagging
Riyan's eyes immediately faintly heard the distinctive voice of a woman he had once smeared..
" Waalaikum hail Meira... Sorry well I guess who... I'm sorry you didn't bother Kog... What's up Mei... The morning called"
Her words are so sweet
"Emmmm you have not yet prayed.. "
"Hehehe was already kog.. I prayed I just slept again.. "His father lied
"You don't lie to me... Not good you know... If you have not prayed, let's pray first.. Still going to buru mas... Prayer is the pillar of religion... That's a basic obligation... You pray first... I'm waiting for your call... Assalamualikum mas"My dad ended the call...
"Waalaikum salam's.. Of May.. "
Riyan rushed straight to his mother's room... And asked how the dawn prayer was ... His mother who heard that was immediately moved..
"Yes Allah Yan... Why do you suddenly want to pray... "
"I want to study Islam well...Because I know he's very Islamic ma... "His father smiled
"He's who Yan is.. "His mother was curious
"Khumaira Andira Rahma's... She's a weird hooded chick... But I know that he is very Islamic ma.. Come on, let's rush the dawn time out... "
Finally his mother gave him a prayer guide... Riyan passed with a widened smile... He went back to his room and was so enthusiastic about learning his religion that he had long since left... Because of something...
Her mother always prayed that God would open the door of her child's heart... And get back on the road...
"Hopefully this is a good start for you Yan.May be close to the girl you will become a better human being" said her mother shed tears of tears.