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After reminiscing about the past and praying sunnah 2 rakaat, I greet the hands of the father and sit beside him while listening to the melodious voice of the father who is teaching.
The voice of the father while teaching always fills our morning, until there is a sign of entry when the time is dawn, the father stopped his reading.
It looks like the mother came wearing her face, and in her hand there is a slightly faded red prayer mat so long as the prayer is accompanying the mother. Mother said prayer mats and mukenah this gift from the father when the father first proposed to the mother. Said my mother when I asked why my mother did not replace it with a new prayer mat, even though there are many new prayer mats from the neighbors who have umrah and or ride the Hajj.
The three of us walked to the mosque to perform the morning prayers there.
"Mas Irwan.." said my neighbor's wife when we passed in front of the school gate, she was 2 years under me, we often met when going to the mosque. Warti has a twin sister named Warta, yes her twin brother is not identical to her who is female. I rarely meet Warta during dawn prayers, Warti said his brother was lazy because it was very difficult if invited to pray together in the mosque. At that time my mother had advised Warti not to badmouth her twin brother because it was not good.
On the way, Warti often asked this question and I answered all the questions if I knew, but if I could not answer I just sniffed my shoulders. Sometimes Warti plays home while carrying her pe-er book to ask, mother said if you used to not miscarry I would have a sister the same age as Warti, because my sister was 3 months old in the womb of her mother, so it has seen the form of a complete body. Mom is always happy when Warti plays home and I also follow along to consider Warti like my sister.
When we arrived at the mosque, we split up, my mother with her went to the left side of the mosque, while my father and I walked into the mosque. My father and I held our prayer rites at the first shof behind the priest.
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(Alhamdulillah can meet bang Irwan again) I said in my heart.
Hi I'm Warti, I'm 8 years old and now I'm in 3rd grade. I became excited to wake up early and follow the dawn prayer at the mosque because I wanted to meet Irwan mas.
I don't like it a little when I see Irwan mas often tease Ida, but what I have to do is try to make it my own so that Irwan can see and pay attention to me.
Alhamdulillah at that time I helped my mother to the mosque to prepare sahur meal during the month of Ramadan last year. At that moment I saw Irwan mas, the most fragrant man. At that time I was actually made curious, how can the little boy in school who is often ridiculed never shower even the most fragrant when in the mosque, he said, and again, not many boys come to the mosque for congregational dawn prayers. That's when I began to fall in love with Irwan mas, I tried to get up early to the mosque and hope to meet and walk together with Irwan mas.
At first I was afraid to walk alone to the mosque in the dark morning. But for the sake of my desire to be able to meet with Irwan mas I often wake up my twin sister Warta so that I have friends when walking to the mosque, but Warta never wanted to, he said, even to open his eyes he was reluctant. I finally had to go to the mosque myself.
As usual, Irwan mas family is always fragrant, his mother Irwan mas also friendly and considerate with me. He once said, if my brother Irwan did not die in the womb maybe now I have a beautiful sister at my age. "Inna lillahi wa inna illaihi roji'un, sorry mom, if you think I'm your daughter, I'll often play to your mother's house" dak dipper greeted me without thinking long immediately comforted his mother mas Irwan like that.
"Warti is Warti, not the child of a deceased mother, but it's okay if Warti wants to visit her mother's house often, surely later the mother will be happy. Let's hurry up, you've won't yet son?" said his mother mas Irwan who had made me sad because he did not want to consider me as his daughter who died.
I shook my head "Not yet mak, Warti has not memorized the correct order of wudlu" I said honestly while bowing my head in embarrassment.
"What's wrong, here mom helps teach her how to berwudlu" said her mother mas Irwan with a soothing smile.
Her mother Irwan always painstakingly taught me, until I memorized and could be alone.
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