The Moon Among the Stars

31

It's been an hour since Kahfi fell asleep in her room. The voice of the dzuhur Adhan had just reverberated and was clearly heard throughout the village.

Kahfi woke up, opened his eyes slowly and sat on the edge of his bed.

'Why the dream has always been in my sleep, already this one week, the nightmare is always present adorning my deep sleep, ' Kahfi's inner self in his heart.

Kahfi got up from his seat and walked towards the bathroom to cleanse himself and ablaze.

As usual, Kahfi prayed fardhu dzuhur congregated at the mosque near his home. His mind was still imagined in the nightmare, until it remembered the dark times of the past few years.

Kahfi walked towards the mosque while dhikr and beristighfar.

After the prayers, Kahfi returned to his home. Usually Kyai Toha and Afnan participate in congregational prayers, but today both are not present at Mushola.

Once home, Kahfi immediately entered and closed the main door of the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum .." said Kahfi greeting everyone at home.

"Waalaikumsalam, enter Fi," said Mother Icha replied to Kahfi greetings.

Kahfi entered the house and walked towards the sound of her mother. Kahfi approached Mother Icha and kissed the back of her hand politely.

"Resuming Mother's cooking? Cook what? Have you prayed yet?" ask Kahfi in a row while looking at her Mother who is tidying the dining table and arranging food at the dining table.

"Where do you want to answer first, Fi. Ask it one-on-one. Mommy finished cooking big, want a great guest who came and Mommy just finished praying dzuhur. Your father and brother are picking up a great guest," Mother Icha explained.

"Who's Mother's guest?" ask Kahfi curiously.

"Said the Father the soul mate Abang," replied Mother Icha sekhenya.

"Oh ..." Kahfi only uses plan.

Mother Icha looked at Kahfi with a strange look, like something was hidden.

"You're not sick anymore, are you, Fi?" ask Mother Icha while touching Kahfi's forehead

"No Mother, Kahfi is fine" said Kahfi slowly while taking a glass and sipping water in front of him until it runs out.

Again Mother Icha touched Kahfi's neck with the back of her right hand.

"fi's? Are you a little weird today? What is just the feeling of Mother yes. Like something you're covering up? Whatisit? Hayo the same story Mother," asked Mother Icha slowly and bring her face closer to Kahfi's face. Anxiously, Mother Icha explained the cheek of her youngest child.

"Mother anything anyway. Kahfi is not sick, do not treat Kahfi like a child. Kahfi has grown Mother," said Kahfi slowly to his mother.

Mother Icha smiled widely and then chuckled softly while looking at her youngest child who was sulking and returned to finish her work arranging food on the table.

"You are as big as you are now, you are still the youngest child of the Mother," said Mother Icha smiling.

"It's not Mother. Do not pamper Kahfi continue, Kahfi will one day have a boyfriend, get married and have a wife, the time will be same Mother continues? Kan later replace Kahfi who manjain Bunda," said Kahfi sincerely.

"Oh .. So Mommy's child already has a boyfriend? Know dong same Mother. Beautiful where the same Mother," said Mother Icha teasing Kahfi.

Kahfi just lowered his head, as if he did not want to talk about it to his mother. But, inevitably Mother must know what Kahfi is feeling at this time.

"Okay, deal, what's going on? Do not make Mother curious, Fi," said Mother Icha slowly.

Mother Icha also sat in the chair to take the most comfortable position to be able to listen to the curhatan of her favorite youngest child.

"Kahfi dreamed it again Mother" said Kahfi lirih and covered her face with both hands.

Mother Icha grabbed Kahfi's hand to open her face. Grasping both hands Kahfi seemed to give the power of a mother to her son who was depressed because of his past.

"Maybe you still remember it to this day, so it was carried away by a dream, Fi?" said Mother Icha slowly.

The hand of the Mother is warm as if giving a flow of powerful force to Kahfi who is still unstable.

"Don't remember it Mother, more precisely will be remembered throughout Kahfi's life. Kahfi's wife will be able to accept Kahfi's past, right, Mother?" kahfi looked at her mother with pusar.

His heart seemed to be pierced considering the events in the past.

"You're not mistaken Fi. You are just being framed, everyone knows about it," said Mother Icha increasingly hoarsely restrained.

Mother Icha was the first person who did not believe in the event. When everyone accuses Kahfi of being the culprit, but a mother's heart can't just believe it. After being investigated, Kahfi was also a victim of the incident that was framed so that the main perpetrator could remove the trace without being known by anyone.

"Mother .." said Kahfi and embraced his mother sincerely.

"Stay be a good and sholeh Mother child, it is enough for Mother. You can change like this only Mother is very happy, Fi," said Mother Icha slowly and ruffled Kahfi's hair that was a little shady.

"Bundaaaa .." cried Kahfi angrily then stood up and walked towards his room to lay down his words.

Mother Icha returned to the kitchen laughing out loud. Actually his heart ached to see Kahfi back down.

Kahfi stared at the window of his room, his mind reminiscing about the terrible events that happened five years ago. Kahfi was only fourteen years old.

The wrong adolescence makes Kahfi a naughty and uncivilized teenager. Going home is his daily meal. Hanging out while smoking cigarettes and rolls of forbidden leaves has become a habit, until there was a stabbing event to his own friend one gang, when they were all sakau.

'Enough!!' kahfi screams in his heart. His forehead was sweating.

His heart immediately skipped a beat and it felt like it was pounding. His eyes were hot and his hands clenched tightly to the pillow in front of him.

Kahfi is like a trance, in his heart he refuses and continues to be privileged. Kahfi took a deep breath and then took it out slowly and repeatedly until it felt relieved.

"Afi ... Eat together, son," said Mother Icha half yelling at her youngest child.

Kahfi walked out of her room towards the dining room. There are already Father, Mother, Bang Afnan, Mr. Sukoco, Ms. Andara and Kak Zura.

'What exactly is this, ' Kahfi asked in his heart.

"Let's go, here near Mother," call Mother Icha gently.

Kahfi just obeyed and walked towards the seat of the Mother and then sat next to the Mother.

Everyone talked a lot, asking about the relationship between Abang Afnan and Kak Zura.