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Father request

Since Imron's return, Zahra always returned home picked up by Imron making Zahra unable to dwell. He always comes home on time, at home he can not run away anymore.

"If Imron goes to work again, who will take care of Zahra, sir!" lamented Ms. Narsih while feeding her husband who was still lying weakly on the bed, "Especially this father. I'm not getting any more calm!"

"I'm sorry, I can't take care of you!"

"It's not your fault, sir. It's just that this mother is confused about who to confide in."

It's been a week since Mr. Warsi was unconscious, Imron also can not leave too long. He only works as an ordinary employee.

"Ustad Zaki hasn't been here yet huh buk?"

"No sir, do you have any promises about Zaki?"

"Just ask Imron to meet ustad Zaki, ask ustad Zaki here ya buk, I'm afraid the age of the father will not be much longer."

"What is this man talking about, sir?"

"How else buk, age no one will know. Know what you are calling today? You still haven't become a father!"

At the mosque, Zaki was seen talking with some other worshippers after the magrib prayer. It has become a habit for fathers who are lazy to go home after the magrib prayer and they choose to wait until the isya prayer'.

"Sir Warsi hasn't come to the mosque yet?" ustad asked Amir who happened to be sitting next to him.

"Yes, said Imron yesterday his father is still no development!"

"Ohhh!" ustad Zaki was thinking about something.

"We can see him again later or the day after ustad!" said Kyai Dahlan, in addition to kyai Rosyid there is also kyai Dahlan who is influential in Kampung.

Kyai Rosyid rarely goes to this mosque because he has a small Mushola near his house. But since returning from the pesantren, Imah almost every day to the mosque, in addition to attending the study of Ustad Zaki also taught to teach children ba'dha ashar.

"Better the day after tomorrow, kyai. Today, at the house of Rahmat sir is a celebration, many can be invited." said one of the pilgrims and indeed Ustad Zaki also get an invitation.

"Well, the day after praying isya'."

"Yes kyai!"

Finally azan isya' reverberated, pilgrims began to gather some of those who had returned immediately to the mosque to follow the prayers of worshipers.

The mosque usually contains only ten people to fifteen people each praying magrib and isya' and only five people at the time of dawn prayers are now almost in the habitation of the thirties even when the dawn prayer is no longer quiet.

It appears Imron has also just come to participate in prayer isya' berbama'ah.

Until now only left the ustad Zaki and Imron, because Imron deliberately waited until Zaki was really alone.

"Ustad, ustad!" call him while chasing after ustad Zaki who is almost wearing his necklace. Ustad Zaki stopped his steps and looked at Imron,

"Yes Imron, what's wrong?"

"This is ustad, actually_!" imron looked so doubtful.

"Tell me!"

"I was asked by my father to meet Zaki. If you can, now justad to our house, sorry for always inconveniencing ustad. But this is really an emergency!"

"How about tomorrow morning mas, because tonight there is an invitation at the house of Mr. Grace, it is not good if not come, afraid if I promise later tonight, even last night. Not pa pa, right?"

"Well, I'll try to talk to you. God willing you will understand!"

"Alhamdulillah, but if it will be urgent. mas Imron can contact me only!" ustad Zaki wrote Imron his phone number.

"Thank you, this is more than enough."

"I go first, the other one waits. Assalamualaikum!"

"Greetings waalaikum!"

Imron was still staring at ustad Zaki's departure with an agitated look, there was clearly something so thought of by the man that he hesitated to ask so much.

Hehhhhhh

A heavy sigh ended it all, he also had to represent his father to attend the invitation.

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