Story of Zahidah

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After eating they gather on the porch of the house and chat with each other, break into clumsiness and replace with familiarity..

"still a lot of ya ma'am'.....? (mother)

" yes this is how things are in our village ma'am'. If there are no activities of many people who come here to chat or what is. later if the time to sleep then they return to their respective homes. (mother zahidah).

"well, ma'am.... "

"iya bu'. sometimes friendly, sometimes silent as well... "

"ummm. His easy boy is friendly too... "

"that's one of our pride.if out there children easily hang out more, ghibah, gang gengan and the most sad many of them who do not have manners. there's even something I used to find disgusted with my parents. Compared to the young people in the village we prefer to help their parents. Because they have one determination that is to advance this village..... "

"well, ma'am, I hope they succeed.. "

"aami... "

zahidah came to sit near her and smiled at her..

"again the story is mother the same mother..?

" to you son.... "

"hiiis. mother really is just nanya.. "

mother smiled to see the interaction between Zahidah and his mother.they were like not a child and mother, but like friends...

"Mother when is back.....?

" you want to drive your mother away....?

"haiss.. mother and mother this same mother on why si. zahidah just name lo...?

" he.h.ha..

"he.. ha. ha..

mother and mother laugh together.

" the mother does not know za. said they did not want to return because you are said to take them tomorrow to the mountain. (appoint the mother to the mountain left of the house).

"iya mama.they said they wanted to take pictures there... "

"they're hooked like za... "

"maybe.... "

Allahuakbar. 2× voices adzan reverberate.

they all stopped telling stories and stood from their respective seats to prepare for the mosque prayer together.Because the house of zahidah with the mosque adjacent only in the barrier of one house, namely the house of his tantenya zahidah himself, kaka from his mother..

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zahidah went into the room with Rayhan. Rayhan laid himself on the mattress while Zahidah went to the closet to take his toiletries are deliberately stored in the room because some days are crowded..

"sister do not sleep first, we wash our teeth first before going to bed, let sleep well and when sleeping there are angels who always look after us... "

"luck......"

they both go back to clean up before going to bed..

after that they went into the room back.zahidah opened her hijab and went up to the top of the mattress that only fit her people...

rayhan was silent to witness the activities of the Zahidah

"wouldn't you go to sleep, stand there..?

" it turns out that if you do not wear a beautiful hijab you increase... "

"tau ah's....

zahidah slept on his back against Rayhan who was still standing on the edge of the mattress..

rayhan climbed up and hugged the zahidah from behind....

zahidah who was first hugged, felt his heart was not fine, from earlier beating irregularly..

" the room is not soundproof...?

"yes... Why brother...?

" Hu... not very sensitive dear... "

"the truth is I don't know what I mean...

" you want the first night, but it turns out the room is not soundproof..

zahidah smiled

"patience...... "

"iya...facing here dong za. time husband in love dorsal gini..

zahidah turned his body and buried his head in Rayhan's chest...

then they went to sleep, because of fatigue that was standing in the afternoon....

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sorry up a little. because again busy also make sripsi🙏