Teacher is my Imam!

H-2

The clock shows at 4 am, the morning prayer rang a melodious sound in the ear. Nia blinked her eyes, dispelling the light that Nurmala had just lit. Every dawn routine performed by Nurmala bu, woke up her daughter to perform congregational dawn prayers.

"Mother." call Nia in a typical wake-up voice.

"Wake baby! we pray at dawn!" take Nurmala's mom to sit in front of Nia's bed.

"Hem, yes ma'am! Nia followed." said Nia.

Nia revealed her blanket to go down her bed, then folded and arranged neatly in front of her bed.

Nia walked to the bathroom to wash her face, so that her sleepiness would disappear and then rub her teeth. Then wash his face again with ablution, then rush towards the prayer room.

As usual, Ms. Nurmala and Mr. Siddiq had been waiting for Nia to perform congregational prayers. After performing the prayer, Nia returned to her room, she saw the date on the calendar plastered on the walls of her room.

"2 more days!" his murmur then developed his sweetest smile.

He began packing some of the items in his room, while remembering the words of the mother.

"After marriage, be a devoted wife to your husband! keep his good name, respect him. For after he had done his kabuli, and was declared SAH! at that very moment all of our responsibilities to you as a parent will be transferred to your husband!" the words of Nurmala's mother ring in Nia's memory.

While tidying up his belongings, his tears flowed warmly on his cheeks. Nia immediately wiped it, but the tears kept flowing from her eyeballs.

"Nia..not able to part with you!" his murmur held back his cries.

When Nurmala was about to go to her room with Mr. Siddiq, she saw the door to Nia's room open slightly and approached her.

"It!" call Nurmala's mom "What's up, son?" ask Bu Nurmala.

Nia quickly wiped away the tears that had previously continued to flow, leaving a smooth cheek mark.

"Emm.mom!" sahut Nia "Nia again settle Nia bu's stuff." he continued.

"You're crying, son? what's the matter Nia?" tanya bu Nurmala was worried to see her daughter's eyes puffy.

"Lied!" refute Nurmala's bu while lifting Nia's pointy chin.

"What's up, son?" ask Nutmala again.

Nia who had held back her tears earlier, now her cries broke. He hugged the body of the woman he respected so much.

Ms. Nurmala was able to capture the feeling of what her daughter was feeling right now. His heart felt like a slash sliced, he had to immediately let his beloved daughter undergo household blessings.

"Mom will always pray for you son!" mummified bu Nurmala while tightly hugging Nia's tiny body and kissing the tip of her head.

"More..Nia.." said Nia teebata-bata "Nia is not ready to separate and away from father and mother!" she continued softly, her voice fading due to her sobs.

"You're still mom and dad's favorite daughter! it's just that our responsibility for you will be transferred to him after he says his kabul in front of your father son!" said Nurmala bu rubbing Nia's back gently.

"Yes ma'am." said Nia wistfully.

Nia was very dear and loved by her parents, their only and most precious treasure. The jovial Nia makes the atmosphere of the house become colored, without which the atmosphere of the house will feel lonely. Therefore, they must be ready because one day Nia must definitely leave the house.

The Fariz House

Fariz, who was busy with his company's work, glanced at the calendar sitting on his desk. Thrust down the curved line on his face, his sharp nose added to his ability.

"Heem.." he softly and regularly breathed.

He took out a medium-sized flat object from the bottom drawer of his desk, when it was rubbed into the screen, a beautiful woman wearing a white hijab and wearing a high school uniform who was sitting pensively on a brown wooden bench was facing the window.

"Beautiful!"

Fariz watched him for a moment, then began to play his finger on the flat object. Opening a folder in which there is a list, plans that will be done throughout the holidays plus months mad* with Nia and it is very neatly arranged.