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After the morning prayers, dhikr and praying, my father and I went to the outside of the mosque with a prayer mat that had been folded neatly and placed hanging on the back of my neck, while his father hung on the arm of his left hand.

After putting on the sandals, we headed to the mosque gate. There already seen mother and wife waiting while talking.

(Warti... the child is getting more beautiful, may his twin brother want to be invited to pray at morning congregation) My mind when I see a smiling Harti and waved his hand when I see me.

"Mas Irwan, said your mother later you join the father of inter-bulek santi huh? Though I want to ask to be taught em te ka (mathematics)" said Warti when I reached the gate, while I was greeting his mother kissed the back of his hand with reverence.

"Irwan don't have to come, pity that Warti no one taught em te ka, anyways the father's motor if Irwan sat in front, Irwan is already big." My mother gave her full support to Warti.

I just looked up at the father, asked him for advice with an eye code and slightly raised my chin. As if you know what I said, you also answered "Yes already, Irwan at home just study diligently yes, tomorrow there will be a repeat. Do all the problems that are in el ka es (LKS) on the paper, then corrected the father after the father came home. Okay?"

"Alhamdulillah, okay sir, thank you sir." Said Warti happy, when the one I spoke to but who answered even Warti ️ haisss is okay, I just nodded my head.

Warti then say goodbye to help his mother first, later at 7 Warti to my house again while carrying his books.

"Assalamu'alaikum "we said together when we got to the front of the house, then she opened the door and then answered our greetings, "Wa'alaikumsalam".

It looks strange indeed, but it has become a habit for us if we want to enter the house, not only our own house but the house? or in other places too.

Wh why?? You once said that if we live in this world not alone, there are other creatures of God who are invisible, so it is best for a Muslim to say hello when he wants to enter a place.

My father and I then put the prayer mats and sarongs in the mushola, while the mother who had entered earlier had put the prayer mats folded with her face in the mushola directly to the kitchen.

I took a broom hanging from the edge of the wood, then swept the house from back to front. After sweeping the house, it looks like Santi bullek came with his motorbike into the front yard of my house, then he parked his motorbike there and put a helmet on the seat (seater) of the motorbike.

"Assalamu'alaikum Irwan"

"Wa'alaikumsalam wr wb bulek, enter first we have breakfast first" I replied while not forgetting to kiss the back of his hand.

"Yes, the tea will not be too sweet like yesterday." Said Santi's bullek while pinching both of my cheeks.

"Siyyaapp sire." Answer me

I took Santi's bulek into the kitchen, there was already a father who was sipping his steamboat coffee. And mom was moving the rice in the boiler to the canting, the container for the rice.

"Let's have breakfast first San, let's not catch a cold later, but wash your hands first there, same Geblek as well" asked the mother when she saw Santi's bulk appear in the kitchen

"Ngggeh mbak"

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This morning we have breakfast fried rice pecel side dish tempe and salted fish, then drink sweet warm tea and steamer coffee specifically for the father.