OUR FRUIT OF HEART

The Morning is Cloudy

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The sound of the alarm had rang out loud, Rasti woke up in shock. He felt he had just gone to sleep, but the morning had already begun to say hello.

Rasti was still drowsy and did not want to get up from his bed, the sound of alarm continued to sound loudly yelling into Rasti's ears.

It felt very uncomfortable if Rasti let the alrm continue to sound loud, she uncovers her blanket and throws a bolster pillow towards the closet. Falling down the blanket and pillow bolsters from Rasti's bed, Rasti immediately got up and took the falling goods.

"Uh, put on a fall show all over!" said Rasti grumbling while picking up the dropped blanket and bolster pillow. Though all because of Rasti's actions, but Rasti was not aware when throwing a pillow bolsters towards the closet.

"This again, alrm! shut up, anyway!" exclaim Rasti while turning off the alrm quickly.

Rasti immediately stepped out of the room to clean her body and take a shower. Not to forget Rasti took wudu water to perform congregational dawn prayers at the mosque in front of his house.

With a shunt step and eyes not yet perfectly literate, Rasti pulled a towel that was draped over the door of her room. While walking, he tidied up his long hair that was randomly unraveling adul and tied it up by using a black ribbon like his hair.

"Rasti!" greet Mother, who just came out of her room.

"Yes, Mom!" rasti replied with a floating voice.

"What breakfast are you having today? you decide on the menu, let me cook!" ask Rasti.

"Emm, what's up? Rasti was confused too, Mom! it's up to Mom! all of Mom's cooking, Rasti would love it." Rasti said to Mom.

"Yes, that's it. I want to cook vegetable soup and fried chicken, coincidentally in the refrigerator there is still a supply of vegetables and chicken pieces" said Mom while opening the refrigerator door and making sure if the food supply is still there.

"This is what I'm looking for, time to cook!" said Mother while waiting for Rasti to finish praying at dawn.

This time I was not praying, because there were monthly guests coming.

"Hi, Mom! good morning, you've started fighting in the kitchen! What are you cooking?" ask Tiwi who is going to take a shower.

"Mom's cooking soup and fried chicken, you like it?" sahut Mama while showing the ingredients to be cooked this morning.

"I love, I love all of Mom's cooking!" said Kak Tiwi, smiling at Mother.

"Tumben, this morning Mother's children on praising Mother. What's the matter, actually? lest this be your wits so that Mother would still cook. Hm!" mum, take a deep breath.

"Don't you, Mom's cooking is really good! suer! I'm not lying, and for whatever I'm lying to you." Rasti, rebuffing Mom's words.

"Seriously?" ask Mom while frowning.

"Seriously, Mom!" kak Tiwi said, staring at Mother's face.

"What's this about? early in the morning there is a story." sambar Bapak want to know what is being discussed with Mother and Kak Tiwi.

"Hiks hiks Bapak, just make a surprise! it's Sir! I can't believe if my children say that Mother's cooking is very good." said Kak Tiwi trying to explain to Father.

"Lantas, what do you think of Mother's cooking?" tanya Rasti glanced at the Father.

"Oh sure, Mother's cooking is the ultimate champion! very tasty and delicious. Just try if Mom opens a food stall, it must be selling well. Many customers who come to buy all of Mother's cuisine." exclaimed Father, join praise Mother's cuisine.

"ah! Father, it could be! Mom's getting embarrassed." said Mom, smiling.

Brother Tiwi, Mother, and Father laughed off in the morning.

"Waalaikumsalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh" replied Kak Tiwi, Mother, and Father. Compact one!.

Rasti kissed all the right hands of the family members who were laughing in the kitchen.

"Well, whoa, whoa! gather all, here!" chirp Rasti who is still wearing a face.

"Already in prayer, not yet?" asked Rasti grumbling.

"Not yet!" replied Kak Tiwi.

"It's a habit, if you wake up early in the morning do not immediately bathe and pray." said Rasti as he walked into his room.

"There you take a shower! that Father is ready to pray at dawn, there makmum the same father." Mother ordered Kak Tiwi.

"Ready, Mom!" sahut Kak Tiwi immediately get ready to pray together with the Father.

"Sir! wait a minute, Tiwi wants to pray together with the Father." explained Mother telling the Father, that Tiwi wants to be the teacher of the Father.

"Yes, Mom. Waiting sir!" sahut Bapak while holding his alphabet with a picture of a mosque and coconut trees.

***

Rasti who was already in his room, took off face to face with a calm mood. He repackaged his face and covered his script.

Rasti sat in front of the dressing table, her right hand holding her hp which was being charged by the power enhancer.

Rasti stared deeply into his face and tightly grasped his phone, he immediately bowed his head and stared at his phone screen. It turns out there was an incoming WA message at three in the morning, an incoming message from Mr. Ahmad.

"Wake, Mom! tahajud prayer, yuk?" said Mr. Ahmad, inviting Rasti to pray tahajud.

But Rasti had only read it, and he did not perform the tahajud sunah prayer last night, because he was still awake until two at night. Rasti fell asleep because he forgot, while he was making his latest poem entitled "Open a new page".

Poetry that was ready Rasti sent to Pak Ahmad, so that Pak Ahmad knew that Rasti was not as weak as Mr. Ahmad thought.

Rasti will rise from the slump, the spirit of opening a new leaf. A new sheet with someone who wants to love himself sincerely and wholeheartedly, without a word of separation later.

WA message has been sent, Mr. Ahmad who wants to go to the rice field took the time to read the incoming message from Rasti.

Mr. Ahmad smiled and immediately replied to him, just with an emoticon smile and put his phone back because the voice of the call from his mother had been heard behind the door of his room.

"Ahmad, let's hurry to the rice fields! the sun has started to rise." said Mama who can't wait for Ahmad to come out of his room.

"Yes, Ma! in a moment" shouted Mr. Ahmad while hearkened to remember Rasti who was so haughty but he turned out to be a crybaby.

Mr. Ahmad walked out to the living room to get out his motorcycle he was about to drive towards the rice field with his mother.

"Here, your sandals" said Mama while putting a pair of sandals in front of the house.

"Thank you, Ma!" sahut Pak Ahmad immediately put on his sandals and rushed to shake Mama to go to the rice field, to water his onion plants.

"Care, be careful!" abid shouted from behind the window. Abid, a funny nephew and always accompany the days of Mr. Ahmad.

"Yes!" reply Pak Ahmad no less shouted.