MY PRIESTLY CANDIDATE

BREAKFASTED

Early in the morning, Hanafi had awakened Hany to perform congregational prayer. Because this morning, Hanafi had to go out of town all day, maybe be able to go home at night or even go home tomorrow morning.

"Wake up baby ... Yuk sholat shajuh meramaah. I want to go this morning" Hanafi told Hany, his wife.

Both of Hany's eyes were softening. He tried to digest Hanafi's speech and gather his energy and life to wake up and focus on his activities.

"Wink - blink continuously. Let's get up, baby. Already adzan. He said he wanted to learn to be a good wife and a sholehah. Starting from the morning prayer is not late. Wake up in the morning and pray the morning prayer," said Hanafi while rubbing Hany's hair softly.

"Yes," replied Hany. His voice still sounded hoarse because he just woke up from his sleep.

Hany also woke up and sat leaning because she still could not focus.

Hanafi still rubbed Hany's head slowly and kissed Hany's head affectionately.

"Yuk, Wudhu first, dear," said Hanafi slowly.

Hany opened her eyes forcefully. Then he lowered his legs and walked to the bathroom to make ablution.

Hanafi looked at Hany who looked more enthusiastic than yesterday - yesterday.

He also waited for Hany to come out of the bathroom and prepared two prayer mats and Hany's face near their bed.

"Have you? Mas want ablution," said Hanafi softly when Hany was finished ablution.

Everyone is ready to stand on their own prayer mats. Hany is complete with white mukena from the handover given by Hanafi. They both prayed fervently.

When it was finished, as usual, Hanafi sat quietly on the prayer mat and began to pray and pray.

Hany just stared at Hanafi who looked different. If it is like this, the style of the dust is clearly visible. Not only that, it looked beside Hanafi looking very handsome and charming. His head is covered with white kopeah ala santri with plain cocoa clothes and gloves batik image was increasingly look very alim.

Hany was amazed to see the good looks of Hanafi. His heart also beat loudly when Hany heard the chanting of the holy verse that was thrown from his thick lips. This is the second time that Hanafi has heard reciting the holy verses of the Quran.

Hany just twisted the beads in his hand. The tail of his eyes remained focused looking at Hanafi who looked very solemn with both eyes closed.

Mukena in use Hany has been folded neatly into one with a prayer mat and placed on the dressing table. After before, he kissed the back of Hanafi's hand with great respect.

Hany came out of the room and left Hanafi who was still in the prayer room.

Then, go down to the kitchen. The atmosphere of the kitchen that morning was also crowded. A couple of assistants were cooking for the santri breakfast this morning. The kitchen in the house has two. Sati is a cozy kitchen that is used by the family and a large kitchen that can be used to cook by anyone.

"Morning .." Hany said to some of the assistants who were busy there.

All the assistants put down their cooking tools and looked at Hany and nodded respectfully.

"Ustadjah why is it here? Want to make coffee for Ustad?" ask an assistant who then approaches Hany.

Hany was confused. He thought the assistant was talking to someone else but there was only him here. Why should I call ustadjah. Is not Hany a woman from the common people and not from the world of the queer. His religious knowledge is also very poor. If you only pray, read the qur'an and sholawatan can indeed. The rest must have special assistance so that it is smarter.

"You talk to me?" ask Hany quietly in a polite tone.

"Ekhemc ... I want to help make breakfast," said Hany hesitated and looked carefully.

The assistant looked surprised. He was also confused about the pleasure and fear of being angry with Umi or Ustad if he knew Ustadzah Sakinah was helping in the kitchen. Because the rules cannot.

"Don't Ustadzah. Let us make breakfast. Unless Ustadzah Sakinah just wants to make breakfast for Ustad Afi," said the assistant tried to answer slowly without offending.

Both of them misunderstand. The assistant thought, Hany will cook big for breakfast. In fact, Hany is just a pleasant-natured person, because he can't cook.

"Ecchem ... Can you help me?" hany asked half-whispered while bringing her body closer to the assistant.

"Can Ustadzah. Help what?" ask the assistant slowly.

"Help me to make coffee. Echem .. It's not impossible, but I haven't caught up with the situation and conditions here. Anyway ..." Hany's speech stopped. He was embarrassed to speak honestly to the assistant if he could not actually make coffee. The concoction always fails.

"Coffee? Black coffee for Ustad Afi?" ask the assistant to make sure.

"Yes" replied Hany shyly.

The assistant smiled widely. Then, a small nod towards Hany.

"could. Come on, Ustadzah come with me inside. We make the black coffee" the assistant said slowly.

The assistant immediately pulled Hany's hand to follow her into the family kitchen. Hany just followed.

"If for black coffee we use this cup or this one in order to measure the mixture between sugar and coffee. Then, If Ustad Afi, usually like coffee without pulp like this coffee. Then, sugar using a sugar diet like this. Because Ustad Afi takes care of food so much, he does not eat foods that are too many calories, such as noodles and fried foods, it is not his favorite type of food" said the assistant explained in a soft and slow voice. Hany was really paying attention, from making and picking up the glass, and the coffee and sugar on the shelf which, in order for every morning, she could make it right without asking for help again. It might just be a cup of coffee but this could take Hany to heaven as a form of her devotion to her husband.

"Ohh that ... Got it. Then, if you want to make breakfast? Can you?" ask Hany slowly.

"Ustadzah would like to make breakfast what morning?" ask the assistant slowly.

"You make wheat bread with jam. I also want to make a fruit salad, can help prepare the fruits?" ask Hany slowly.

"Of course you can. Let me grab it for a moment" said the assistant, who went to the room that seemed to be a food storage warehouse.

Before long, the assistant brought a variety of fruits and also yogurt and cheese.

Hany smiled and began to cut the fruits and mix all the fruits then in spilled yogurt and grated cheese.

Hany smiled with satisfaction. Llau brought all the food and a cup of coffee upstairs.

"thank you for helping. May Mr. Ustadnya like," said Hany quietly and passed away.

"Of course I like it, because his wife made. Everything made by his wife will be liked by the husband as a form of appreciation," said the assistant with a big smile.

Hany responded with a smile.