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................MOM POV................
"Alhamdulillaaaahhh o Allah, I finally met. Thanks mbak, mas, trus the Irwan where? Tumben, why don't you come here, too?" say thank you Santi when I handed the flat object over to the owner.
"Irwan is still in school, after all it's Monday. You don't have San's college schedule?"
"Monday I'm off, ma'am, how's it going?" santi asked while trying to turn on the flat object
"It turns out the battery, wait a minute yes mbak, Santi want to charge the battery first" said Santi then passed inside.
"Mom...sana samperin Santi and don't forget to apologize too, I just wait in front of ya"
"Sorry sir, you go in first sir" I replied with a smile, I immediately went into the house.
Not much has changed with the conditions in this house, only the floor has been ceramic, besides that there is no.
Tok tock.. "Santi, can't you come in?"
"Yes madam, just enter the door is not in the key" replied Santi in the room.
I opened the door slowly, I saw Santi still trying to turn on the flat object. I feel guilty for my sister, the one I love the most.
"I'm sorry Mbak Sari yes, because mbak Sari forgot that you have died completely."
"Have not been forced again, wait a few more minutes to charge the power first."
"Ehhh yes mbak, but where did this phone meet? Is it water or what?" santi was was was asked
I replied with a smile, then told her how the flat object met.
Yes, that is, the thing if sought is actually lost because it did not meet. But if it has been revealed and not sought again even suddenly met.
I was wrong because I often forget. That is why my husband himself requires me to always pray together in the mosque, for fear that I forget the number of my rakaat, or even forget that it has been decided not yet.
Fortunately to wake up early I have been used to it since childhood so automatically my body already has a reminder timer.
After telling me how and when the flat object was found, and well Santi's reaction was similar to my husband's.
"Astaghfirullah..."
" Yes it's okay, but pity the same Irwan said mbak Sari first Irwan until promised to change in prayer at night prayer 🤔, said Irwan, later if Irwan knew the reality of his own mother who was wrong would be like what would mbak?"
"Entah San, hape it met also fitting Irwan still in school. Then we came straight here.
For sure, later I have to apologize directly to Irwan, hopefully he can still keep his promise."
"Aamiin, I hope so."
"I say goodbye to go home yes, nitip greetings for father mother, sorry only a short visit, the plan later after coming back from here stop by the market to buy ati ampela Irwan's favorite food. "
"Wait for mbak, don't just buy ati ampela, buy the chicken too. It's Santi there's a little money for extra chicken."
Santi gave 1 sheet of red money with the picture of 2 fathers. I tried to refuse because I knew Santi also still needed money for his college, and again since the gap was gone then the money was gone from selling online.
"Don't San, just keep your money, there's still chicken at home ready to cut. A good proposal, so it is better to slaughter your own chicken. Later bakda ashar to the house yes, we make a show tasakuran."
"Siyyaapp mbak, later Santi invite mas Sandi all of you so that you can bonceng mom and dad too."
"Yes, thank you San, once again I'm sorry Sari ya."
I hugged my beloved sister, and said goodbye.
On my way home I told my husband my most respected and dear ones. Thank God he wants to help me to slaughter chickens, even 2 chickens that we will later slaughter.
We stopped by the vegetable grocery store to buy coconut and kitchen spices. Do not forget to buy green beans and yellow pumpkin ingredients to make a favorite compote of father and mother.
Alhamdulillah hopefully everyone can cook on time, because the time I set bakda ashar means around 16:00 they will arrive home.
The reason I chose that time was so that my parents could come along and not be too late when I came home. While Irwan also still have to learn to prepare for the next day.
Bismillah may You ease Robb.
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