THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

Part XXII

Author apologized if anyone felt uncomfortable reading this section. Author deliberately inserts the Islamic side in this novel.

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The warmth of Sunday morning was so felt at the residence of dr. Harris. After a few days they were more often in the hospital waiting for Via, since yesterday afternoon they gathered at home.

Yes, Via has come home. However, he still had a lot of rest. Therefore, for a while Via occupied the guest room on the first floor.

"Mother's going for a walk?" azka asked with a loud shout from the front porch.

"Em... If Mother comes along, who will take care of Via?" Miss Aisyah looks doubtful.

"Udah, Mother just take a walk. Want to shop at the morning market? Farhan alone guards Dek Via. Farhan's still taking a break."

"Are you really looking after Via?"

"Yes, Bun. Farhan nitip bought me a gituk, yes," he asked.

After his father, mother, and sister went for a walk, Farhan collapsed in front of the television. The TV volume was deliberately not too loud, so that he could hear that Via needed something.

"It's been a walk, huh?"

Farhan. He walked slowly closer to her.

"It has. Why is Dek Via out? Just rest in the room!"

"Bored, Mom. Since last night I have not felt dizzy. Maybe it's because sleeping at home can be good."

"What really is papa?" Farhan looked so worried.

"Yes, not papa. It's not good in the room."

"But Deck Via must be careful. If you feel dizzy, sit or lie down. Got to get plenty of rest!"

Via just nodded. In his heart he answered, "Yes. It's the fridge why it's like mommy-mak, huh? Nothing really is wrong."

An hour later, Ms. Aisyah came home in a rickshaw. Lots of groceries, not as usual.

Mr. Haris and Azka helped bring groceries to the kitchen.

"Mother shopping is that much?" ask Via astonished.

"Later there will be an event and a lecture. Mommy wants thanksgiving because you're healed."

Suddenly Via's eyes glazed over. He felt the training received genuine attention from the family dr. Harris.

"You why? Sick again? Rest in the room, yes! Do not force yourself to move if it is not strong," Ms. Aisyah panicked.

"It doesn't hurt, really. Via... Via is only moved by the sincerity of Mother and others."

"God willing, your head hurts. Okay, don't feel sad anymore. Remember, we're family! You are Mother's child." Aisyah ma'am grabbed Via tightly.

"What time is it, Bun?"

"Around 1pm."

"Can you help me?"

"No. You still have a lot of rest. Later Mommy is assisted by Bu Ani, the neighbor behind the house. You can leave the room, but don't leave the house and don't do much!"

Via according to. He went back to the room.

After the dhuhur prayer, go to the kitchen. Look at the prepared dishes.

"Why not rest?" tegur Bu Aisyah's.

"Bored in the room. Since last night the head of Via has been good, really. Via can sit here?"

"You if you want to listen to the study, you can. But if your head feels dizzy, go straight to the room, yes! Now change clothes first. Come on, Mother help."

By 13 o'clock, the mothers of the residents of the complex had begun to arrive. Ten minutes from the planned time, the event begins.

Via sat near Bu Aisyah. He just sat down to the show and did nothing. That's because it's not allowed Ms. Aisyah.

Although in the midst of mothers, Via was so enthusiastic about listening to the lecture. That fills a young mother of about 30 years old. The appearance is simple with a hijab that extends to cover part of the stomach area. Although simple, his appearance could not cover the aura of the woman's elegance. Secretly, he admired her.

"Momens, hijab is not just a trend. As a Muslimah, we are required to wear a covering when out of the house or in an environment that allows the presence of men who are not mahram. This was not only done by the Prophet but commanded by Allah. In Surat An Nuur verse 31 and Al Ahzab verse 59. There it was clear that Allah had commanded the believing woman to hold her sight and sight, and to stretch the cloth to the chest.

The clothes worn by a Muslim woman do not just cover the entire aurat. Mothers know aurat women, right? The whole body except the face and palms.

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So, once again I say that wearing a hijab is not just following the fashion trend, Mothers. We dress up for the Sharia."

The deg! Via's chest felt like it had been hit by a huge rock. He just realized his mistake. He wants to change but he is also confused.

Finishing the event, Via asked her mother to accompany her in the room.

"What's up, Via? What are you feeling? Is your medicine taken?"

"Mother calm. It has nothing to do with health. Bun, the study made Via like dysentile. Via feels guilty. It turns out there are so many flaws of Via."

"You mean?"

"Via... Via wants to emigrate. But, Via was confused."

"Alhamdulillah, Mother is pleased to hear your intentions. What makes you confused?"

"Via is also confused if it can not be consistent. Sometimes wear it. Via pegnya if wear hijab then wear."

"Yes, it should be."

"But the Via's clothes are mostly short. Via only has a few that can cover the aurat."

Miss Aisyah smiled gently. He was moved to hear the words of his adopted daughter. Bu Aisyah's hand reflexes stroked Via's hair.

"That matter does not need to dampen your intention to emigrate. Mother is very happy Via has the intention to improve herself. Mother will help."

"I mean Mother? Mommy wants to buy clothes for Via? Not... Via does not want Mother burdened."

"Via, Mommy already said that you are Mother's daughter. You can't be shaken. What's wrong with Mother buying clothes for her child? After all, Mommy remembers there are several pieces of clothing that Sifa left here. You can wear it."

"Sifa? Who's she?"

"Nephew of Mother, cousin of Farhan and Azka. He occasionally played here while still a girl despite living in Bandung. Now he's married, rarely visits."

"If he comes here, he'll wear his shirt, what?"

"The size is not appropriate. He became fat after having a child. He also said that if anyone needs his clothes, just give them. Mother has not been able to clean up. The clothes are in the closet."

"really? But, shouldn't Via ask permission?"

"That's better. Mother will call him. But you have to recover your condition first. Remember, don't get tired! Sifa's shirt problem, tomorrow you see it. You choose the suitable one. Now shower, pray, then rest again."

"Yes, Bun. Thank you." Thank you."

Via was very pleased. It was so easy for him to repair himself.

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