
Triple is back at school.
Many times they told their friends about Mecca without getting bored.
"I want to go there too." Comment Malik innocently.
Ustadzah Class Rika is having morning activities. Their positions form a circle. The hope is that the conversations they do can build learning motivation.
"Wanda also wants Fir..." Wanda.
"Ustadzah also wanted to see the ka'ba like Zafran, Zafir and Zafira but Ustadzah was still saving." Ustadzah Rika.
"Kok saving?" Zafir thought.
The son of the Sultan who thinks of money, he yearya set out not knowing if he wants to go to Mecca tuh use money.
"Yeah, if you want to go to Mecca you have to pay. To get on the plane, pay for the hotel. Take care of the passport." The Ustadzah Rika.
"That means we have a lot of savings, Buya, huh, Ust?" Chirp Zafir.
"Yes, so we should be grateful to have been given a lot of favors by God." Ustadzah Rika said softly.
"Thank God what it's like, Ust?" Chirping Malik.
"Thankful, just as much as thanking God. How's how?" Ustadzah Rica paused for a moment.
"How to give alms, save, and buy goods according to our needs." Say Ustdzah Rika softly.
The kids just nodded. Either understand or not.
"Because it's every day we have to fill this box." The Ustadzah of Rica shows a box bearing the infaq.
"This is your alms. Our savings will be in the hereafter." Ustadzah Rika.
"Because if we are dead that accompany us is only our charity. Our alms. The Qur'an we read." Ustadzah Rica continued.
"We must be diligent from now on. Who's his parents' money today?"
Hmm, clever-hatu Bu Guru nii, herding the conversation up to infaq.
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Where is there other than the Master Teacher who is kayak gini, let alone the teacher of the Play Group. Wuiih, super patient with them. Responding to the talk of toddlers who sometimes like the language of the planet. Because it is slurred or not yet properly arranged.
"I'm Ustadzah!" The children in the room cried cheerfully.
"The money brought yuuk, saved in the infaq box." Ustadzah Rika said as she placed the infact box in front of her.
And the little boys started racing to put the money in the infaq box.
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In another room, precisely in the School Hall.
Already gathered some mothers and baby sitters.
They are deliberately present, because today the schedule of weekly regular studies of parents of students.
"How do we start?" Say Aqeela because the time has shown 8 o'clock exactly.
"Yes.."
"Ready.."
Different simultaneous answers.
"Well, I started Assalamu'alaikum warohmatullohi wabarokatuh."
"Wa'alaikum salam warohmatullohi wabarokatuh."
"Thank you for attending the weekly student representative program. For today our theme is about parenting early childhood."
"Well, it's the same profession as ours."
"True housewife."
"Baby sitter, haa haaa.."
A voice sounded in the room.
"It was intentional." Aqeela was joking.
"Because we're seiya and seihata. Both have toddlers. Does Padsla know about early childhood development? From the age of 1 year to 5 years." Aqeela fishing with questions.
"The development is weird."
"Like niru."
"Nyebelins."
"Fussy."
"Funny."
"Mariju."
Turns out the answer is all sorts. Aqeela was not expecting it.
"Uwah many kalee the development of our children yes..." Aqeela.
"It must be physically getting bigger." Connect Aqeela.
"Start walking, running, making friends and more. Want to peek at their development according to psychological theory?"
"And I also feel, how hard it is to be a mother." Aqeela recalled the early days of having triplets.
"I try to quote from one of the growing media.yeah..."
Wuih, Aqeela started out theoretically in psychology.
"Aged 1-2 years, gross and fine motor development begins to develop. Children begin to like to cross out, mention body parts, play and walk on stairs. So, if there is a scribbled child do not be scolded ya Say. Paper tie. If necessary provide a special 1 ream paper for our children. Save the results are good too."
"2-3 years old. This is the time of imitation and self-mating. Imitate everything her parents did. So if there is a child who wants to bathe himself, eat alone, wear his mother's clothes, wear mama's shoes, do not get scolded, Mom. Because it's time to imitate."
"Aged 3-4 years, this time is the time of the test. We are tested with a rejection attitude. Refuted. They're starting to have emotions."
"Keep this angry? Not a solution, you better talk to your child."
"Then the age of 4-5 years. The development of children is becoming more complex. Motor, cognitig, the language is becoming more complex. "
"This time, is the time to invite children to talk. Story telling. Listen to all their complaints."
"Keep we have to how, huh? so that our son will be the best?" Aqeela asked a question again.
"On the stimulus."
"Stimulated."
"Distimulus and stimulated what to wear?"
"food."
"Vitamins."
"Milk."
The answer is different.
"Hmm yes, everything is acceptable. But if I were to add to the stimulus religiously how?"
"How?"
"Mendo'akan son and introduce God early."
"Can't you?"
Ajeela smiled.
"Can."
"By introducing God, we teach children about adab. Disciplined. Love of love."
"And by praying, we give spiritual water to our children."
"Do you know how to pray for children?" Aqeela went back to digging up the knowledge of her comrades.
"Yes will be prayed. Just ask God what our son wants to be."
"Fati."
"Would pray after prayer."
Aqeela accommodated all the answers, without ever turning on.
"Yes, praying, sent Fatihah. Anytime anywhere. Minimum after prayer. One child one fatihah."
"Say her name, the new Fatihah."
"Woh if his son is not pa_pa. If his son ten swollen nee lips."
Laughter in that room.
"Keeps how to make our children solihahah how?" Someone asked Aqeela.
"It must be prepared from the moment we begin the process."
"Pake do'a?"
"Not only that. The husband and wife should wudhu first then pray. And at the time of penetration do'a."
"It's been so, often dozekir. Reading Qur'an. Amar ma'ruf nahi munkar."
"Keep up how already?" Knock someone.
"More or so." Make another voice.
The sound of laughter reverberated.
"Don't forget next week bring the Qur'an."
Aqeela reminded before she left.
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"Bak Yun, I'm so sleepy." Aqeela complained while laying down onto the hall carpet.
After completing the study.
Yuna who was nearby immediately turned her head. And flabbergasted to see Aqeela instantly bristling with her guts.
"Nin, besan you why? Where's tumben?" Yuna called Hanin.
"Ha.. Aqeela. How could it be." Hanin was surprised
"Cha, if the kids come home, let me know.. Let me wait for nee. How can I sleep like this." Ocehniah.
"Okay. I'm ahead of you.." Pamit Oca's.
"I'll bring the kids here later." Yuna.
They left Aqeela and Hanin.
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