My Surgically Whipped

Are you all right?

With great difficulty we all persuaded Ayesha to let the Faiz bang go home, for Aisha did not allow the Faiz bang to leave her.

Now I was in my room, wearing a mukena while waiting for the azan to reverberate to perform the magrib prayer.

So is Aisha, at her age

4 Years ago, I have used him to follow the prayer movement when I want to do the 5 time prayer.

"Mother why do we have to pray every day?" Asked my daughter with her innocent eyes staring at me.

I smiled looking at him, at his age now Aisyah was actively playing and not infrequently Aisyah asked a lot of things she wanted to know.

As a mother I have to be patient with a variety of aisyah's behavior, and also have to be wise to answer every question that my beloved daughter will ask.

" Parent is obligatory, dear.. Because prayer is our duty as Muslims and Muslims, understand not dear?" Aisyah shook her head in a sign that she did not understand my explanation.

"Look dear. Mother would often order Aisyah before going to bed first to brush her teeth... And so forth. And Aisha must obey the words of the mother let the mother love the same Aisha.

prayer is the same as the duty of God to his servant. So what should we do this job for? So that we may be loved by God, so that we may be loved by God and of course. So that we will get the best value aka the best reward when it comes to the calculation of our practice... You know, baby."

"So we should pray, mother.let God love us?"

" Yes... Right."." Right."

"Aisha will always pray, let Allah love Aisha..." He smiled happily

"Masyaallah the mother's daughter's pinter.."

Say it while kissing Aisyah's left and right cheeks. I am so grateful to have a daughter as good and as smart as Aisyah.

"Tok.tok.. Zahra." call Salwa from outside my door.

"Well, what's wrong?" I answered to open the door to my room.

I saw Madam Salwa there was also Nurul already standing in front of my room door, using a face.

"Zahra Abah told Mbak to call you and Aisyah to pray Maghrib congregation, soon adhan maghrib will reverberate, we better pray together" said mbak Salwa.

"Sorry Ma'am, it seems that Zahra is not feeling well, it is better for Zahra to pray alone in the room" said I refused the invitation of Mbak Salwa. Hearing my reply, Sister Salwa directly pointed her right hand towards my forehead.

"You sick?" tanyanya's worried. I lowered Sister Salwa's hand from my forehead.

"No Zahra Ma'am is fine, at this time just not feeling well.mean better Zahra pray alone." I assured Mbak Salwa.

Of course I miss praying together with my family as before, but not for now. Many prayers that I want to say in silence, pitting all the anxiety that disturbs my mind and heart, as if anyone knows how fragile I am right now.

"Mother Aisyah wants to pray together with Mbak Nurul may mother." asked my daughter

" May sweetheart.. Aisyah can pray with Mbak Nurul."

"Yasudah Mbak to mushola first, do not forget later we will go out to dinner together"

"Yes Ma'am"

" Come Ayesha we pray together in mushola."

With passion and a smile that adorned Aisyah's face, my daughter immediately took Nurul's hand to the mosque

I went straight into my room as azan magrib was reverberating.After the Adzan and Iqamah finished being proclaimed, I immediately continued my duties as a Muslim.

I try every prayer reading I read solemnly, I throw away all the turmoil in my heart and mind, I enjoy every prayer reading that comes out of my mouth from intention to the end of greeting.

I rubbed my face with both palms. Allahu..Tampa turned out I realized I was crying in my prayer.

"Tock... Geck... Zahra" call Sister Salwa knocking on my door again.

"What's wrong with you?" I wipe away my tears immediately on my cheeks and I try to make a normal sound when speaking.

" Zar.. Let's have dinner, everyone is waiting for you, you're okay, right?" ask Salwa behind the door.

"Yes Ma'am... Zahra is fine, Ma'am first, Zahra will follow."

"Yasudah Mbak first. lest the children have been waiting for a long time from earlier."

"Yes, Mother."

Immediately I opened the face I wore, before I went to the dinner table first I washed my face and improved my appearance, I did not want anyone to know that I had just cried.

Arriving at the dining table all eyes were staring at me, I smiled back at everyone's gaze aimed at me.

"I'm sorry to wait so long." I pulled up the chair next to Aisya who was sitting next to Umi.

" Let's eat.why look at Zahra like that." I asked because their movement stopped still watching me.

" Mother." call Nurul to stare at me.

Indeed, Nurul called me as mother, as well as Aisyah who called Mbak Salwa with the call of Umi just like Nurul.

"What's the matter, baby?" soft ask.

"Yes the crying?" asked Nurul innocently. I was a little surprised to hear that question from my nephew.

"Brandmother's stomach is crying, my mother is not crying anyway." I said smiling awkwardly while glancing at everyone.

Does my face look like a man who's gone manic, so they're all at the dinner table looking at me like that.

"Let's eat don't talk anymore, he said hungry to eat" said Umi broke the awkwardness that occurred.

"Mother get me Aisyah fried chicken.. Aisyah wants to eat fried chicken." said Aisyah.

I took a piece of fried chicken and a little vegetable, then I put it in his plate.

"Eat a lot ya... let's be healthy" said I while rubbing his hair.

Calmly we all gobbled up this food with pleasure, no conversation occurred when the meal took place, all just focus on the food eaten.

"Zahra after this Abah and Umi want to talk to you" Abah said when finished with the meal.

I looked towards Abah's face with a calm expression, "What Abah wants to talk to Zahra about." I asked curiously.

"Help your mother clean the dining table first, after that follow Umi and Abah to the living room, let the children be with your mother" said Umi.

"Good Umi.. Abba.. " I went on again bringing some dirty dishes to the kitchen to wash.

After finishing the dinner table and washing the dirty dishes, I headed straight to the living room. It turned out that not only Abah and Umi were there, but Faisal was also in the living room, I approached them and sat down next to Umi.

"Change... Umi.. mas Faisal what do you want to tell Zahra?" manya curious.

"Are you okay Zahra."

Deggs...

What a question I avoided and feared, said directly from Abah's mouth.