Red Hooded Girl

The extra part 7

Hoek .. hoek ...

Outside the grounds of the Cibening village mosque, the eight-year-old boy was vomiting. His face was red as the contents of the stomach were spewed out.

"Abang, if sick do not need to follow the father itikaf deh," God's scorn on his eldest son.

"Well, is there vomit?" god Lontar.

The handsome boy nodded. "Udah," he said with a sigh.

"Udah, now let's go home!" bring Dewa.

"I'm still strong, Dad. I'm going with thatikaf's father." The boy named Syad refused to go home.

"This gate is recalcitrant. Kids can't come!" disallow Gods.

"You may say, until ten or eleven," said Syad.

The god rolled his eyeballs. "That's if you're healthy!"

"I'm healthy" Syad said very calmly.

"That was vomiting."

"It was just something uncomfortable in the stomach" Syad said, folding his hands to his chest.

"Which son he is, he looks like his father." The god folds his hands on his chest.

"Of course I look like Dad. It's just that my good looks are one level better than Dad."

"Silter." The god of the head.

"Come, we're home!" The god grabbed Syad's hand and pulled him to come along. "Or Mother will nag and can not bring Abang to the mosque again," he threatened.

Finally Syad also collapsed. Want to follow his father's invitation to go home because he imagined his mother nagging. The mother is indeed quiet but if you have nagged .. kuntilanak lost spooky. (This is what my son said about me)

Mother if again nagging, her gaze sharp as a kitchen knife, her voice louder than the sound of blasphemy, her speech speed faster than the speed of light, comparing it with Ali his son Ustazah Hana and the most sinister is to ban access to playing games on holidays. As Onty Opi said.

Syad is different. Bandel wayward saleh. After all, the recalcitrant Syad must also have a derivative. Who else if not the father-Syadewa Argian former raker soleh.

Dewa and Syad walked home. While passing through the house of the in-laws, it happened to cross paths with Abah, Mami, Syakira and Safiyaa.

"Dad ...! Brother ...!" shouted the two beautiful twins with excitement.

"Well, Tetuh one and Tetah two haven't come home yet?" god Lontar.

With Syad, he enters the courtyard of Abah's house where the twin duo, Abah and Mami stand. Do not forget God and Syad kissed the back of Abah and Mami's hands.

"Here, Abah and Mami want to take Kira and Fiya home" said Mami.

Every night in this Ramadan, Syakira and Safiyaa are never absent to perform tarawih prayers at the musala with Mami. Usually, they return home delivered by Mami, or entrusted to Teh Aya which happens to be his house close to the house of God.

While Mimin, do not participate tarawih in musala because of guarding the Shadam bocil. The mother of four performed the prayer at home while Shadam was asleep.

"This is how the beautiful grandson of this brother has come home. Don't you want to go with itikaf?" abah Lontar.

"I'm gonna take you home, Bah. You were vomiting in front of the mosque," said the God.

"Astagfirullah, granddaughter vomit why?" lontar Abah panicked.

"Wind as it seems. Here's granny kerok!"

"That's aaaaak ...!" shout Syad. Hearing the word dredged, Syad ran back to the house.

Syad, the handsome, intelligent and pious boy is anti-dredge.

"We, the family of Dewa-Mina and the family of Abah-Mami, congratulate us on fasting. May we pass the month of Ramadan with fervor. Provided abundant health and sustenance. Amen."

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