The Struggle of Yuna

04

Stay my bike slowly.Together with my five friends, through the hot afternoon sun.yah this time the weather is not in favor of.

The sweat had soaked my body.but me and my friends enjoyed it, riding the bike while joking cheerfully to reduce our fatigue.

We did not feel we had reached the intersection of the road.we separated.because the location of our house is different.

I wavered my hand...

" Dah smua.. See you tomorrow".

" Yes" they answered.

When I got home, I pulled my bike heart out, so as not to collapse.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am.pak", I say hello

" Waalaikumsalam" answered the mother and father compact.

I kissed their hands in turn.

" Already pray dzuhur you..want directly eat what rest first? ",asked my mother.

" Many very nanyanya ma'am.borongan name .. I've prayed ma'am, in the school mosque, before returning home with friends, then I want to rest first...while waiting for the sharp, it was very hot ma'am.", I replied.

"Yes already there rest, let the sweat disappear just shower.

" A mother..cook her child in the next stink", I just went into my room.

This is my room.ngga spacious anyway, only for me this is the most comfortable place to relieve fatigue in my body.

I put my body in bed.....

Aaaah how comfortable....

"That is the favor of your Lord which you deny"

I quote from the meaning of one of the verses in Ar Rahman's letter.....

Sometimes I am also surprised to get a useful word out of my mouth....

Without feeling my eyes closed.....

I was drifting in my sleep dream....

I open my eyes slowly...."Aziz.

Why did that name come from my lips.yes because Aziz came in my dream.

I also wonder why that rancid child that I dreamed of.

I get out of my bed. I walk to the bathroom.

After taking part, I commend to carry out my duties as a Muslim.

"Eh mother's virgin son, you're awake" asked the mother.

" Yes my beautiful mother.this is proof again eat..I can not still sleep while eating.magic it's mah..he..he..he.", I replied.

Mom just smiled at me because we like to joke.

Finish eating I wash the dishes, sweep lanyai.and tidy up the dry clothes that were lifted from the clothesline.

I do everything with pleasure and sincerity, I consider as my little devotion to mother, who has been tired all day to take care of the house.

And I hope my little help can lighten the load a little.

May the mother ridho as small as any deed.because with the ridhonya then I also hope to get the pleasure of Allah.

Reminds me of a hadith I read....

"God's life depends on the parents' pleasure, and God's religion depends on the parents' anger"

By remembering the hadith may make us to always keep our actions so as not to hurt both our parents.

Adzan magrib......He immediately went to the mosque near the house, for the father would be his priest.

I also immediately took ablution water, immediately followed to the mushola with my mother and sister Firza.

Prayer magrib finished I went straight home, went into my room and began to learn.

After that, our family gathered in the living room while watching television.

"Mom...Where is Mirza?,manyaku

" Your brother was in the afternoon shif nduk, ntr at 10 pm just came home".

"Where is your school going?", your turn asked me.

" Thank God, sir".

"In the meantime you test, study diligently yes nduk, let pass and get good grades.even though you do not know what can not nyekolahin you higher level, nduk, but still the spirit yes nduk.hopefully the provision is there for your school later" said the father with a sad face.

" God willing, sir, I will always be diligent in learning and trying to be the best.

"Yes, it's already night, there go to sleep..you are also Firza...main mulu from earlier, learn first just slept yes Fir!", ordered the mother.

" Yes ma'am", Firza and I went to their rooms.

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