The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Prayer for Mommy

Two months later, the boy opened his eyes. Then he sat down, watching his father and mother still asleep. The wall clock also shows at three in the morning. Bao raised both of his hands, looking up for a moment. Then closed his eyes. “ Yes Allah! Esemoga in Mommy's pelut! There's dedeknya!” Then rub his face. And caress her mother's stomach. Then go back to sleep in the middle.

Not without reason, Bao had heard his mother pray like that. That's why the last three weeks, if he woke up from his sleep. He prayed and then stroked his mother's stomach.

It doesn't feel like dawn has arrived. Milk ration! There should be.

“Mommy! Mommy's! Milk!” he screamed in the morning.

Arrahma always waited for this time, where his son looked for him and asked to make milk.

Bao immediately ran to the room again, while carrying a milk bottle. And will scream louder.

“POPY WAKENNNN!” The boy did not want to miss, sitting on the back of the bear.

“Popy! Popy! Popy!” call it by breathing.

Zola just pretended to be asleep. I want to see how his son reacts. When he doesn't wake up either.

“Popy! Showwwwlattt!” he was looking for a way to wake his father up. Bao smiled, then tattered his father's ear. Repeatedly. There was no response he licked his father's cheek. Which makes Zola chuckle but not necessarily make him open his eyes.

Arrahma he gave a signal to Bao. To bite the ears. The boy immediately experimented.

“Agrh!” Zola grimaces.

After everything is ready, they also perform congregational dawn prayers. Bao was taught this, the boy sometimes. When his father bowed, he came along. But before his father finished, he peeked. Apparently not! He also bowed back. And at the end of the day he'll stick out his index finger. When his father said. Shahada. But he wiggled his index finger, in his mind. Maybe he could bring food out. “Bin sala bin”

What he was waiting for was a moment of prayer. Because he could scream saying Amin. And then she gets a kiss from her parents.

“Muach! Muach!” Give a reply to his parents. But he likes to fall asleep, on his mother's lap. Who is teaching. Bao buried his face in his mother's stomach and muttered indistinctly. “Yes Allah! Dedeknya when is coming? Bial Mommy crybaby!” He always took his mother's stomach to talk.

While Arrahma focused on reading every letter of Hijaiyah, and his hands stroked his son's hair.

Activists this morning seemed deserted, because it was Sunday. They decided to jog around the complex.

“Okey who's afraid!” Arrahma gave the code to Bao. The boy fused his index finger and thumb. The omens know what it means.

Zola doesn't know about the conspiracy his wife had with her son. The little race began. Arrahma ran with ease. While Zola he must be patient, because Bao always gets in his way. The boy ran in front of him, if Zola went right. Bao followed and if Zola left he left too.

Zola immediately raised his son, then invited to run small.

Bao chuckles as he likes to be carried.

“See Mommy already, far!”

“Mommy who turned Bao, to block Popy!” honestly, that made Zola glare.

“Bao let's run! We have to win later if Popy buys mo-chi!” he dropped his son.

Hearing mo-chi makes him side with his father. Switch course.

Now they're sitting in the city hall park. Looks crowded! In this race, nothing is. Because Bao who screamed when he saw the mochi ice seller. Both of his parents had to buy it.

“Mommy! Again!” abugn.

“It's enough, don't overdo it! Not good, darling! Mending we go home huh?” Arrahma rubbed Bao's thin hair from sweat.

“Endak wants! Huuuuuu!” He was crying hugging his father. Usually his father gives something. If he sulks.

Zola held him up and said. “True Mommy said, we better go home! Who knows I brought ice cream!” Zola's father was Asrhaf. Because all Bao knows is he has two little dads.

TBC...

Thank you to all of the readers who were present in the story. At last, the Zola family was happy. Always healthy and see you!