My girlfriend, my daughter-in-law (Mantu becomes sister-in-law)

30. Teach me to pray

The night sky in the city of Jakarta leaves water splashing from the sky. There was no star in the sky. The moon began to reveal itself, still covered in clouds but its light was very much felt.

It has been raining for several days in the metropolitan city. The bone-chilling cold made Kania choose to curl up behind the blanket.

Ina told her that she would not go home. With the reason invited his friend to go to bogor. Kania could only let out a heavy breath, initially he wanted to ban Ina from going to the bogor. But, hearing Ina's strict attitude to him made Kania stop conveying her ban. He is currently arguing with Ina. Even Kania thinks that there is a time when he and Ina talk from heart to heart.

I remember when I was a kid, I used to take the morning walk. Enjoy the heavenly beauty, the charm of the morning sky, the stars scattered and the moon that shone its light.

In the past, when I was a child, my father always advised me to take care of myself. I'm my only daughter, my two brothers. In the past, having two over-protective sisters was the thing that restrained me. I don't like to be restrained, organized, too guarded. It made me rebel.

As the youngest of three brothers, I was really taken care of by both my brother and my brother. They might be afraid that I'd be the same as Nella, my cousin who got pregnant first when she was in high school. A thought I thought at the time.

Until I was 17 years old, young people chose to wander into the city. Just like me, who wants to go to the city. Which he says lives in a good city. Besides, I'm sick of my parents' shabby restraints. At the very least, I can live free, as free as a pigeon.

Until I see you giving in to the violence of my head. Letting his only daughter go wander. I didn't even go to school because I was tempted by a job offer in Jakarta.

One year living in Jakarta I live as if. With capital able to work at home, I work door to door as an ironist. At my age who should be able to learn well, but faced with the reality of Jakarta is not as beautiful as the story. Wanna gohome? I don't know if I'll ever go home. In those days it relied solely on coin phones. Sending money alone I never, how not, my income money is only enough to eat and rent which cost 1500 at that time.

until when Nadia invited me to work as a calendar model at that time. I am very happy because I can earn a lot of money. Ah, happy at that time. But again I was fooled, before I was made a model, I was asked to satisfy ***** rotating bosses there. Even Nadia supported me following their wishes.

And I seem to enjoy it all. Especially with the lure of being a real model. They really wanted me to be a model, living a life of treasure.

Until a few years later I met Mr. Gunawan, who was looking for a model for his company's property in the field of tourism.

My short meeting with Gunawan mas who was still around the age of 60. I don't know why I suddenly got married. I initially, still think long, again the incitement of my colleagues makes me not think long.

I finally accepted Gunawan's application. Although I know, many are against our relationship, including her eldest son, Yulia. I, who wished I could live a good life, ended up marrying the man who deserved to be my father.

"Mom... Dinner's ready." Sahut Bi Narsih from the front of Kania's room.

"Bi.."

"I can ask Auntie for help"

"What is that, ma'am?"

"My fingers pray, bi."

"Subhanallah .. serious mom wants to learn to pray."

Kania nodded.

"Yes, ma'am. When do you want to learn?"

"Where is it while praying?" kania Proposal.

Aunty and Kania went to the kitchen together. Bi Narsih also gave the prayer guide book he had.

Thank you, O God, you opened the door of guidance to Mother Kania. May Istiqomah, yes, ma'am.

Tonight Bi Narsih finally taught Kania prayers. Bi Narsih was happy because her master was willing to repent. Closer to the almighty.

Bi Narsih turned to Kania and had not yet awakened.

"Mom.. I prayed."

Kania immediately lay in a prostrate position.

"Mom....Ibuuu!" Pekik Bi Narsih's.