SUDDENLY USTADZAH

THRASHING

A silver sedan car glides at medium speed towards Surabaya. From inside the car saw a father, a mother and a girl, their beloved son. The mother looks graceful wearing a beige dress with a veil of color matching the pink stripes motif.

While the child, wearing a blue white uniform with a white hood. Indicates that she's a junior high school student. The child looked upset, seen from the look of his pouting face. Not upset with who? Father or mother.

“Qeela, don't sulk. Until our house speaks well. You want it how. How do you want it too? Aren't you, Dad?” She asked her husband for his consent. It seems that the mother is very wise and understands the situation that is happening with her child.

Aqeela, yes that's the name of the beautiful girl sitting in the back seat of the car.

Arriving at home, aqeela was still pouting incoherently.

“ Qee, you wudlu first there. We pray ashar. It's four o'clock nee. Mom wait in mushola ya.” Pinta mother Aqeela.

Without a sound immediately Aqeela carried out the orders of her beloved mother. Soon after Aqeela came, the father of iqomah and became the priest of the prayers of the two women he loved dearly.

Aqeela House is equipped with a private musholla. A two-story house with an area of almost two thousand square meters. Equipped with luxurious furniture and cctv cameras in every corner of the house.

Viewing from home. It is not impossible that Aqeela's father is not just anyone. Everything can be easily.

And whatever the wishes of his daughter can be realized right then and there. But, he was aware of the obligation of parents to equip their children with religious knowledge. Because of that vision he kekeh Aqeela in pesantren.

After the prayer, the mother began to open her voice. “ Aqeela.” Call her mother “Aqeela actually want her what the hell?” continued aqeela's mother.

“ Aqeela wants to go home, Mom. Aqeela is no longer at home in the pesantren. So tired. Not to mention assignments from school, early school assignments. Aqeela tired.” rfor Aqeela

“ Father, we have been horrified aja aja desire Aqeela.” Mom calms dad.

“ Okay.” Dad began to master himself, trying to be heard the wishes of the only girl his puppet.

“ Aqeela wants to be here. School is here. No need to go back to pesantren.” Aqeela repeated again, almost shedding tears.

“ Why? Is there anything you don't like? Do you like the food there? Ato why?” mother began to pry the information from Aqeela.

“ No, Mom. All baek, the food is good too. Aqeela's just tired, Mom. Aqeela feels unable to rest in peace.” Aqeela.

“ this is all for your sake Qeela. For the sake of your future.” Father said somewhat firmly this time.

“ but, father...” cut Aqeela

“ No but, Aqeela.” Father's law. Aqeela again pouted her father's words just now.

“ already. Let me talk to you first. How best? Now you rest into the room first there!” said mother. Aqeela complied with her mother's request, immediately she went to her room to rest just unwind after a journey of approximately 3 hours from Kediri.

After the daughter entered the room, the mother said to the father, “ Father, Mother knows the wishes of the father. But, we should also listen to our daughter. Aqeela has grown up, she can convey the turmoil of her heart. Instead of later he conveyed his turmoil to people we do not know, it is even dangerous. We do’ only the best for our daughter”

I seem to be starting to agree with my mom. They discussed choosing the best future for their daughter.