My promise to you Anindya

Knitted Fabric

"Who loved him, Ummi?" Bang Satria asked with a face full of sneaky smiles.

"Who is it, Ummi?" ask Anindya curiously.

I can only put aside the point of view to the other side, embarrassed. That's how I feel right now, that little secret is revealed in front of the goddess of the heart.

"Hmm, who is. Let's guess." Ummi glanced at us all.

"Anin doesn't know, Ummi." He shook his head as Ummi's gaze headed towards him.

"Done too."

"Irwan doesn't know either, Ummi."

All shook their heads when asked Ummi, did they do it on purpose. So that I will answer everything.

"Alang, how?" With a meaningful smile Ummi asked me.

"A-a-anu," I said stammeringly.

"What, dong replied."

"Yes! Answer dong!" As if it had been planned, Brother and Irwan helped each other corner me into confessing.

I took a deep breath and slowly released the carbon dioxide, reading the bismillah I said, "Anindya."

Hearing the answer I said, made Anin speechless from her busy eating food.

"Cieee, apparently Anindya anyway." Bang Satria's face looks like it's getting mocked.

"Udah-udah Brother! The reason Ummi asked Anin to come to this house is to solve everything."

"That's, Ummi?!" Anindya and I asked in unison.

"You're compact, gini-gini. Just this time Ummi saw Alang falling in love with a woman, and just this time Ummi saw her to tears. He used to not want his name dating, likes women only not. But after meeting you Anindya, she instantly fell in love. Which means you're his first love." Ummi's face looked serious.

"But, Anin doesn't want to date, Ummi."

"Ummi also does not want you to date, you can date when your relationship is declared halal in the legal marriage bond in the eyes of religion."

"You can be friends, just don't cross the line!" Continue Ummi firmly.

"Yes, Ummi" Anindya replied.

"You too, Alang. If you love him, pray for him in your prostration time with the Divine God SWT."

"God willing, Ummi."

"Well the second reason why Ummi asked this sweet girl to come home, Ummi would give this to your parents." Ummi gave a parcel to Anin.

"This is what, Ummi?"

"Knit fabric reads Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wahh, thank you, Ummi."

"Udah yuk we finish the meal, continue praying Ashar congregation."

With a smile, we all nodded at the words of the woman who gave birth to me at the sacrifice of life.

Sajadah lay neatly facing the qibla of Muslims, all ready to pray. I was appointed by Ummi to be a priest in this congregational prayer.

In the solemnity of leading the prayer, I pour all these feelings in each prostration in the prayer. The feeling of asking the Creator to keep them from the abyss of sin in the world, asking to be matched with him. The recitation of the holy verses of the Qur'an I lafadz with a beautiful rhythm. Surah Ar-Rahman I lafadz right in the first rakaat, so that the makmum always feel grateful for the blessings that God gave from birth until now.

The Most Gracious, that is the meaning of Surah Ar-Rahman. To mean the virtues that God gives to his servants, to always remember to whom we are to give thanks, to ask, and to expect. So the favor of your Lord which you deny, these words are repeated in the Surah of Rahman.

Have we denied the blessings given by the Creator, when getting the windfall in the form of property, throne, health, happiness to love. We often forget to say Alhamdulillah when we get happiness, we often forget to worship him. We only prostrate when the favor has been revoked by him, calamity, pain, loss of property to the family. Is it like that we repay his kindness, when broken remember him, when happy forget who gave it all.

فَبِاَيِّ اٰلَاۤءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبٰنِ

fa biayyi alai rabbikuma tukazhidzibahn

Which favor of your Lord do you deny?

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After finishing the congregational prayer, I drove Anindya to go home. Don't forget to bring a parcel from ummi for the family of the woman who made me fall in love.

"Anin go home, Ummi. Thank you for inviting Anin to the house" he said with a smile.

"Yes, Honey. Play here often." Ummi hugged her and kissed her forehead.

"Be careful on the road, greetings to your parents at home" Ummi continued.

"God willing, Ummi. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

On the way home I told him, "I'm sorry."

"For the incident."

"It's okay, remember the words given by Ummi. We can't date and we're just friends, so you can't be like yesterday."

"God willing, I will do everything in the way of Allah."

Finally we arrived at the home of the woman whom I always mentioned her name in prayer.

"Come in," he asked.

"I'm going straight home."

"No! In or at the jewer!" He played two fingers in front of my eyes.

"I-yes, ready."

After saying her greeting, the woman immediately went to her official to give the parcel and gave a warm greeting and I sat waiting in the living room.

The ummy approached me with a friendly smile and said, "Thank you for the knitted cloth, tell your ummi that Ummi likes her a lot."

"Alhamdulillah, well will I say, Ummi."

"Gluck! Do not forget to make your tea drink and also bring a cake in the refrigerator."

"Yes, Ummi!" answer from the kitchen.

"Sit down for a minute, Ummi's going to go back."

"Okay, Ummi," I said with a smile.

In my heart I always imagined that when one day comes, this family will be my family too. Visiting each other full of laughter until life closes his age.

'May God grant this prayer."

Before long I waited, the Muslim woman came to bring me drinks and snacks of cake.

"Nih drink first, and oh yes this is chocolate cake."

"Truly?!" My face was immediately drawn when I found out that it was a chocolate cake.

"Sure, open and eat."

I immediately opened the lid where the cake was, eagerly took the chocolate cake and ate it.

"How's rasamya?" The woman's face looked seriously for my opinion.

"Great son. Where did you buy this?"

"Don't buy it." He shook his head.

"Keep, you made it?"

"Yes, yesterday Anin and ummi tried to make this chocolate cake. You like it, don't you?"

"She likes it, the chocolate tastes good." I showed a full face expression in front of him.

"Of course, Anin stayed a while." He stepped back into the kitchen.

After 30 minutes of waiting while eating chocolate cake, the woman came back with a headscarf that covered half her body and a pink robe covering her body. I was stunned at her appearance, how beautiful she was when dressed like that.

"Why are you staring like that?"

"Beautiful!" Spontaneity I answer that question.

"What?"

"You look so beautiful like that."

"Huuu can just take it home, uh take it home." He gave me a small box.

"This what?"

"Chocolate cake, to eat when you study."

"Really!" Knowing that made me almost hug her.

"Eh uh, can't not be mukhrim yet!!" With both hands he threw away my body.

"Astaghfirullah, I'm sorry I didn't mean. Sangkang happy to get a chocolate cake as delicious as this makes me immediately want to hug."

"Basic!" tusky.

"Bakso de meatballs."

"Hmmm wooed her, okay 2 bowls tomorrow after school."

"Ready, Boss."