The Ojek That's My Soul

Warning letter

✨When being good is being hostile, keep being good.

When you are forgiving, always betrayed, be heartened.

Surely you are a lucky person, because you have a healthy and quality heart.

✨

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A figure of the body wriggled behind the blanket, as the sound of Adhan called out.

Calling the chosen souls, embracing the ever-present heart.

"Ashsholaatuu khoiruum...! "

(the prayer is better than sleep)

Although tired still cling to the body, although drowsiness still lingers in the eye patch, until the petals are reluctant to open.

At least your heart still acknowledges and realizes that the call is for you. In the subconscious he will knock the brain to respond, so that the nerves of your body make you move .

Drowsiness that wrestles spoiled, pillows and blankets that seem to tighten the embrace, as well as a cold that pierces the skin.

It is all just seduction. Never be fooled!.

A girl with a beautiful appearance typical of earth earth.

Wiggling behind his blanket.

Fight against drowsiness to force a pair of neutrals to open.

After the realization was not yet complete, the words from his lips said a prayer.

"Alhamdulillahilladzi ahyana ba'dama amaatana, wailaihinnushur. "

Then he rubbed his face with both palms, grateful that the spirit was still united with the morning body.

Ta'awwudz also said, hoping that the whisper of the devil immediately went away and lost sleepiness.

Which makes the heart and soul seem difficult to realize.

The alarm in the phone still sounds, said the voice of the adhan in the mosque.

Fatimah shook the body of the little girl sleeping next to her.

Many times, still unmoved, sleeping like a baby.

(Wudhu first ajalah)Fatimah also got up, then took toiletries and change of clothes.

Before leaving the room do not forget she wears an instant hijab first.

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Meanwhile in a densely populated village on the outskirts of a small town.

Exactly in a room that is fairly mediocre, in a very simple house.

"Well, it's dawn, "Call the woman Ummi used to call her son and husband.

Then he stroked the shoulder of a middle-aged man wrapped in a sarong.

"Yes, Mi," he answered, tightening his sheath, as if hoping for warmth from the thin cloth.

"Dad you want Ummi to help make Taylor? " ask the woman who is not yet old, despite her age of almost half a century.

With a small smile on his face, which revealed fatigue and eye bags. For several nights she had been sleep deprived, because she took care of her husband who was not well.

"Yes Mi, Dad's body is still very limp, equally not strong if hit by water," said Dad slowly.

"Yes here Ummi help, before Ummi take ablution, " bargain ummi to father.

After Ummi changed clothes and gloves father, ummi also helped the husband roost.

(Want to know how to roam can search on google yes, or buy a prayer guide book)

"Father a little ahead of me yes, will be the Ummi prayer priest, here helped Yah,"

advice women who still look beautiful especially when smiling.

While putting together a pillow to lean on the father.

"Father pray under the aja Mi, on the prayer mat, kalo on the mattress hard, make our room narrow,"

father advised while lowering his feet slowly under the bed.

" Is Dad strong? "say Ummi with a worried tone while trying to reach father.

" God willing, strong Mi. "

"Father also while sitting down to pray,"

obviously the father tried to calm the look of worry that was clearly on the face of the wife.

His wife has been with him for 25 years.

"Allaaahu Akbar...!"

Ihrom is said in a slightly hoarse and vibrating voice.

"Allaaahu Akbar...,"

Takbir ummi drifted slowly.

Dad tried hard to stand on the first roka'at.

Next, sit cross-legged.

***

Back to the room.

Fatimah looked at the anxiety of her best friend who was still snoring while hugging the bolster.

"Ck, ni belom wake up too, kudu doused aer se kolem kali yak?"

"What in the jejelin garem yes ni son to be aware? "

he was still smiling while giggling amusedly, thinking of his ignorance.

(Hush, ablution too, still a brain error)

"Oh, Astagfirullah! " Fatimah squealed after Iw realized his ignorant thoughts.

He tried to wake her up again by pressing her nose a little tight.

"Mmft...mmft..haha! "

Immediately removed his two fingers from the nose of his tomboyfriend, because now his eyes have been patterned like baso aci towards him.

"Don't go to sleep! "said Fatimah with a small rarity.

Then it was countered with a cone on Nur Tomboy's lips.

It's adorable, just wanted pigtails it feels like it's lips with a rubber band.

***

" Wouldn't you like Brother to know Dad?"tanya ummi while removing the mukena and then folding it.

" Don't Mi, I don't want to disturb his work, then Brother must be worried and immediately go home,"Prevent Dad while returning to lay his body in bed.

" But Yah.."protes ummi lirih.

" At any second, I mengingan Mi, just need a rest anyway,"dad tried to smile even though his strength was weak.

Ummi could only snort a little, hearing the request from the husband that he had always obeyed.

"Yes, I slept again, Ummi want to make porridge of Ijo beans so that Dad is not powered by gini glue," his camit while coating the body of the father with a blanket.

***

*Pov*Fatimah*

My work at the factory was really messed up today.

I don't get out of my mind, why all the things I've prepared properly can instantly turn messy.

My brain can't digest today's events.

Even the events that happened yesterday still left a question in my mind.

"Fatimah, you are called the superintendent's mother, waiting in her room, now ! "

Hit one of my friends on the line.

I also immediately passed to the room in question.

I must, however, take responsibility for my actions, even though I did not intentionally do so.

Whatever my excuses and refutations will not be considered.

Brakk!!

The table that was blown, immediately made me look in shock.

"Astaghfirullah ! " My inner being

"You don't want to work, huh?! " snap Mature woman, slim and shoulder-length.

He was wearing a white doctor-like robe, just like I was wearing.

With slim shirt stellings and knee-length remple skirts.

Yes, we wear those robes as uniforms.

We wear them outside of formal clothing.

I was just about to open my mouth, already cut off again with the next slur.

"No need for excuses, I don't want to hear, whatever it is! "the devil, without giving me a chance to talk.

" You get SP one, and your salary will be deducted this month. "

"Because you've wasted time, and harmed the company. "he said again while looking at me carelessly.

"As you know, your actions have tarnished your credibility in this company, and indirectly at the same time made a bad image of my leadership. "

"Come out and improve the quality of your work, or you'll leave here!" the hardship again without even looking at me.

I really had no chance of defending myself, even to express my objections to this injustice.

I could only shrink the tears, which had already piled up in the corner of my eyes.

I feel devastated, but I don't know who did this to me.

I also passed by with a lunglai.

My feet no longer stand.

But I have to be strong, not.

I can't be weak, I have to endure. Don't make any more mistakes.

I also sighed, to strengthen my soul and mind.

I returned to the line, and was greeted with a cynical look of all friends, even some seniors also put their faces towards me.

(Ahh, I want the time to immediately roll into the break time)

***

Maap yak my darling if the part is less greget.

I was this night ticking, because something happened in the real world and I could not avoid it.

Anyway mak chibi asked to shake his thumb to like and comment🤗🤗