My Imam, my army

happy

Salsa walked down the stairs of her house after performing dawn prayers. He saw a clock that still showed at 5 a.m. His feet continued to walk towards his room. Without knocking, he entered his mother's room. Salsa smiled looking at her bunda who was bit by bit willing to talk to her. There are good changes for Salsa.

Now the middle-aged woman was lying down by opening her eyes. Salsa smiled again as her mother had woken up and returned Salsa's smile. Although it was not too wide that smile, Salsa really liked that smile.

Salsa walked towards the place.

"Mother, it's time for dawn prayers" Salsa said softly. The mother responded with a nod and a slight smile to Salsa. Of course it makes Salsa happy.

Salsa helped her mother to ablution. The middle-aged woman had also gradually learned to walk. In addition to curing his trauma, Salsa also treated the legs of his mother who was paralyzed by the accident.

After everything was done, Salsa helped her mother sit on the bed. Because it has not fully healed, the group prayed sitting down.

Salsa smile.

He saw his mother praying solemnly. He also noticed that his mother was getting wrinkled and thin. Salsa's heart is like sliced. That woman took care of him until Salsa could stand here. A woman who wants to give up for her child. A mother Salsa loved. The woman who protects Salsa in case anything happens. Salsa once asked her mother what she wanted. However, his mother answered the calm in the world and in the hereafter. The mother just wants that. It is simple, but the name is also human God must test for our patience. But behind it all, God has given us the best.

After the bundaanya finished praying, Salsa helped clear the mucena.

"Mother, Salsa wants to cook first yes," said Salsa after finishing folding her face.

The mother spoke slowly, even very slowly, "follow" said the mother with a smile. And that one word made Salsa shake her head.

"Don't mommy. Mother rest only. Mommy must heal," said Salsa with a soft head-belt. Oh yes, for the news about Dirga critical yesterday, Salsa deliberately did not tell her mother. Sure was! He did not want to burden his mother's mind. Especially his condition that has not fully recovered.

The mother shook her head slowly, unwilling to follow Salsa's words.

"Mother here alone" said Salsa again.

"Let Salsa cook. It's cold outside" he said again.

"Nothing" said the mother slowly. However, Salsa was still trying hard to keep her mother from coming.

And because it is not TEGA, Salsa finally agreed to the request of the mother. She helped her mother get into a wheelchair and out of the room to the kitchen.

Salsa pushed on her wheelchair with an overjoyed feeling. The heart of the woman was very happy. Even very happy. Due to the condition of the bundanya getting better and better his condition. Added Dirga who was aware of his long sleep.

"Mother's dad is sitting here sweet. Let Salsa cook, yes" Salsa said with a sweet smile.

"Well, you can cook now, right?" The mother asked with a smile. The smile that Salsa missed. A mother's smile that makes her heart calm.

Salsa nodded with vigor, "can mother. Salsa can do anything now. Not spoiled yet again,"

The mother smiled sweetly as she gently stroked Salsa's hair.

"Mother's daughter-in-law, where?"

"Space is overtime. Perhaps soon home," said Salsa right at the end of her sentence, Salsa's expression turning grim. He remembered what happened a few weeks ago. Right where Dirga fell into a coma that day due to gunshot wounds.

Home morning.

It traumatized Salsa. Especially after leaving the hospital a week ago, Dirga immediately wanted to enter the service again. But Salsa had prevented it because for the sake of the man's recovery. But, his name is also Aerospace. The ngeyel man Salsa had met.

"Why you?" Her mother had awakened Salsa from her reverie.

Salsa shook her head, "no papa kok bun. Mommy wants to be in masakin, what?"

"Assalamu'alaykum," suddenly came the sound of baritones distracting Salsa and her mother. Salsa's eyes sparkled when she saw a man dashingly in a striped uniform, smiling at her after greeting her.

"That greeting must be answered, not even answered with a smile," sewot Dirga while putting his phone on the dining table near his mother-in-law sitting.

"Wa'alaykumsalam," said Salsa, scratching her non-itchy head. Salsa was a little regretful as she did not immediately answer the greetings from Dirga. He was fascinated with that man.

Dirga immediately kissed the back of her mother-in-law's hand, "how is the condition of the mother, now?" Dirga asked very gently.

The middle-aged woman smiled at Dirga, "Alhamdulillah, God still gives health,"

"Thank God, thank God,"

"Bath bath first dong! Just had a conversation with mom," sela Salsa.

Dirga looked at Salsa's bead with a sense of regret.

"I smell like this. Yes, bun?" Dirga said while looking for enemies. The response of the mother instead gave a thumbs up to Dirga so that made Salsa upset because she had no friends.

"Yes is handy! Salsa is cooking!"

"Style him bun. Now that I can cook myself," Dirga sneered at Salsa with her mother-in-law who made the middle-aged woman laugh at her cute daughter-in-law.

Salsa was eager to throw the pot into Dirga's face but did not so because the taste was unfortunately greater. Haha!

"So what the hell?! Don't try your poison!" Salsa said with annoyance.

Dirga got up from his seat and approached Salsa who stood up while carrying a small pot. Dirga who saw it immediately laughed to make Salsa confused.

And without further warning, Dirga held Salsa and sat Salsa at the kitchen island table. The mother who saw her two children became happy.

Salsa shrieked in shock at Dirga's sudden treatment.

"I was the one who cooked. The Princess waited for her Prince who was cooking" Dirga said after fondly stroking the top of Salsa's head. Don't ask me again how Salsa is feeling right now.

Salsa should be grateful because God gave him a lot of favors. Damn himself if you are not grateful. God always answers his prayers. One third of the night, Salsa prayed. Always poured out his heart to God. Because God is the best place to pour out your heart. Salsa is trying to be a better person.