This Story is called Love
Chapter 1 Morning Day
The divine call of Robbi echoed all over, and as long as it was caught by the hearing senses of Qanita Abdillah, the sweet girl with the mature brown skin, with an Arab face like the stature of her father Abdillah, was,he has middle eastern blood.
His face was adorned with thick and neat eyebrows like an Ant walking in tandem, brown beads of eyes and a shade like his mother Maya Abdillah, the typical Arabian nose bangir, was, and red lips like a pomegranate, do not miss the dimples on both cheeks. After being treated to the dream world, Qanita slowly went down to her most comfortable place to rest towards the bathroom to wash her face and ablution. Upon returning from the bathroom, there was a knock on the door from behind his room.
Tok tok tok tok
“Anit (call familiar Qanita), have you woken up dear ?” the voice of the mother who always woke him every day, even though Qanita actually woke up earlier.
“Iya ma'am, this is Anit again get ready, soon down to Mushollah”. After feeling her mother had walked first to the Mushollah in the house, Qanita hurriedly wore her instant hijab to cover her jet black hair. Then half ran down the stairs and towards Mushollah. While his father and two younger siblings (Al Fateeh Abdillah and Nazeen Abdillah) were on the doorstep of his house for congregational dawn prayers at the mosque located not far from their home.
After completing her duties as a devout religious, Qanita and her mother folded the removable face. His mother opened up the conversation between women of different generations.
“Anit, is your sister syiffa and her husband today so visit dear ?”
At first glance Qanita saw his mother “Iya bu, Insya Allah brother Shi same brother Fay came kok”. Qanita answered and left Mushollah to go back to her room to clean her room.
After from her room Qanita went to the living room of her house to turn off the lights that if it was no longer needed, then opened the curtains from the windows of her house. The father and his two brothers were talking all the way back to their home.
His gaze lifted and cupped the orange light that was still vaguely on the east side, duplicating that soon the owner of the light would come out of his contest, looked at the dark sky with awe and said, God, what a beautiful creation _Mu.
The three men loved by Qanita looked at her activity with a smile. They realized that seeing the sunrise was one of the things most liked by the girl who was standing in the courtyard of his house.
“Tuh head do not be too lifted brother, ntar can not turn back, his eyes also do not be too glaring ntar dislodged.” Nazeen said accompanied by a soft snickering voice from his father and other brothers.
“Apaansih deck, disrupt aja.” Said Qanita who showed her upset face while leaning next to her lips renders her dislike. Feeling disturbed, Qanitapun went back into the house accompanied by the three men who had been tekekeh saw his upset face early in the morning.
“Assalamualaikum.” Say the three men at the same time.
‘Walaikumussalam.” Qanita replied without looking at the source of the voice.
“Loh loh, Anit why dear ? how upset is that ? Welcome Maya who saw the upset face of her daughter who was walking towards her who was preparing breakfast.
“Tuh bu, Zeen tuh ngeselin tau, Anit people again admire the creation of God eh even disturbed.” Qanita.
“Iya Kak Anit anyway, looked up high, pake glared at everything again. Though every day mengeliat sunrise.” Timpal's brother from the middle of his house.
“Biarin.” Answer Qanita ketus.
The small debate between the two children made the atmosphere of the Abdillah family residence so rame early in the morning.
“Already, early in the morning kok rame anyway. Not good.” The father said he was mediating between his two children. “Zeen you are ready, your brother is in the room to get ready for school tuh.”
“Yes who would like to have a debate just like Anit.” Fateeh to the point.
The noise that sounded from the direction of the stairs made the three adults who were on the floor one ring while smiling.
Qanita looked at the wall clock hanging in the kitchen and showed at 06:00, indicating that she should be getting ready for her family's farm and meat producer which is currently growing rapidly.
After almost an hour in her room while preparing Qanita to go down to the ground floor of her house where both parents and two brothers (one of whom asked for forgiveness, he said, the other is nosilnya Nauzubillah) is enjoying his sarapnya. Shortly after Qanita landed herself in the dining table seat, a faint sound of people greeting her.
“Assalamualaikum.” Salam Syiffa and Rafay.
‘Waalaikumussalam.” Answer the five people who were in the dining room.
A mother's instincts cannot be lied to, whatever happens to her child must be felt in her, including recognizing the voice of her eldest son who is now in front of their residence. Maya immediately stepped towards the source of the voice, and saw her beautiful daughter who was waiting for her first child born a few months later.
“Mother, how are you ?” Say hello to Syiffa while kissing her hands and hugging Maya.
“Good darling” Reply Maya “grandson mother how are you?” His hand rubbed his daughter's stomach with love. While Syiffa just smiled signifies that the baby in the womb is fine.
“Mother.” Said his son-in-law who was next to his wife.
Rafay took off his tote bag and greeted his in-laws.
After that the three of them stepped in and immediately joined the others. A gentle and sincere smile was reviewed by those who had been waiting for Syiffa and Rafay in the dining room.
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“Come Brother Shi, bang Fay, breakfast.” Fateeh said to his two brothers, while being taken in by others.
Syiffa and Rafay who did not have breakfast but brought provisions from his home also joined breakfast with others.
“Fay, how many days do you do outside the city nak ?” Tanya Abdillah opened the conversation on the sidelines of his bribe.
“Approximately one week well, I want to titip Syi here well, kasian if home alone especially now is pregnant.” Reply Rafay and speak his meaning to his father-in-law.
Abdillah who already knew his son-in-law's intentions only nodded in approval.
After breakfast, Rafay bailed on the person at home because his office transportation came to pick him up. While Fateeh and Nazeen will be escorted by his father to school, considering they have not been allowed to drive alone. However, to go home from school usually they will take public transportation, if his father is unable to pick up, or there are other school activities that require returning home late.
In the house there are only three other women of the generation talking small. “Eh, it's like this hour. Anit left first well, Assalamualaikum”. She then kisses Maya and Syiffa's hands. He almost forgot his time and was late for work.
