TRIPLE Z (Zafir, Zafran, Zafira )

Role models

A week later, Ms. Erna was no longer alone. There's Bu Darmi accompanying. They are from the same village in Nganjuk City.

All day long, Ms. Erna, giving instructions on what tasks they should both do.

Aqeela and Desta had indeed handed over the division of house duties to the two of them.

It's just that to keep the triple will remain the responsibility of Ms. Erna. While the debay that is still in the stomach of Aqeela will be the responsibility of Bu Darmi.

Coincidentally because the baby is one. If it used to be when the birth of the triple all splashy. Pengen. Now it's still the same, but since only one mommy and mommy don't worry much.

So they gave all the birth preparations to the child and his son-in-law. But the feeling of deg-deg is still the same.

Ms. Erna also took Ms. Darmi to Si Triple school. Introducing Bu Darmi to Ustadzah Ratih and Ustadzah Qory.

If only later, all the hassle then Bu Darmi will pick them up.

Because the triple school includes a school that is protective to anyone. Even pick-ups if they don't know, the child won't be allowed to go home. Until there is information from the parents.

The school really tries to maintain the safety and comfort of students and their parents.

Even Bu Darmi was also introduced to a group of friends Aqeela.

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The BK room SMA Nusantara.

"Qee.. When are you planning to leave?" Ask Mr. Jamal who already looks good to see Aqeela with his fat stomach.

"Not yet, sir. It's just that I intend to file when I cesar, that day I am also on leave. Wait for the doctor's recommendation." Aqeela.

Mr. Jamal looked at Ajeela confusedly.

"Kok you want to add a baby again? Your children are three." Ask Mr. Jamal curious.

"Yes not pa_pa sir. Let the house not be empty. All of you want to do it."

"Lha how is it going?" Mr. Jamal is curious.

"With the increase of children we can increasingly expand our da'wah area through children. We teach the child. Then my son taught it to someone else. So onward."

"Very business Multi Level Marketing aka MLM aja."

"It can be said that." Aqeela chuckled at Mr. Jamal's comments.

"Because of the increasing breadth we teach science. Our reward is also increasing. Our knowledge is not in vain either. This is called useful science." Aqeela paused for a moment to take a quiet breath.

"Kalo MLM is only limited with capital. If we are preaching our religious capital. That right?" Further.

Mr. Jamal blushed a little with Aqeela's words.

"Where did you learn that?" Ask Mr. Jamal.

"From the book."

"When I've been studying all my life, isn't it too late?"

"That learning is never too late, sir. My congregation is older than Mr. Jamal. But he's still excited."

"Kata Rasululloh Utlubul ilma minal mahdi ilal lahdi. Which means demand knowledge from the cradle to the burrow."

One hadith glided smoothly from Aqeela's lips.

Mr. Jamal listened carefully.

"What is their motivation?"

"Want to draw closer to God. Because his youth was never introduced by God by his parents. So, when old they become very sorry and vying to worship. They're afraid that one day the angel Izrail picked them up hasn't prepared themselves."

"Where do I want to study?"

"Brothers sure? You're not following the trend, are you?"

" Sure, I'm retired in a few years. I'm getting old too. Sometimes I feel like I've learned a lot from you indirectly."

"Learn what? Which is mocked." Aqeela.

"That's a bonus."

Aqeela frowned upon hearing it.

"You are sure you want to learn, it looks like Ustadz Zainal has a general lecture of the fathers at his home. Come along, sir."

"Zainal's house, far away."

"My house is even further away."

"Why don't we do that for teachers?" Suddenly came across an idea from Mr. Jamal.

"Yes, try to convey it to Mr. Han. How to know in acc." Aqeela supported Mr. Jamal's idea.

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Aqeela sat in the dining room accompanied by Bu Erna and Bu Darmi.

"Bu Darmi, how did you deal with Ms Erna?" Ask Aqeela.

"Here you go, madam." Answer Ms. Darmi.

Miss Erna just giggled at hearing that. Though this morning he had said that he called Mbak Aqeela alone.

But apparently Bu Darmi still ngeyel, he said not polite.

"Call me Ma'am." Error Aqeela.

"I..iyy... Maud...Ajeela." Bu Darmi's voice sounded nervous.

Because this time we talked

long with Ajeela. I only met him for a minute this morning. Because Aqeela and Desta have to get to work.

"Mom Erna, did you know everything to Bu Darmi?"

"Already, Ma'am. Darmi is a slow one."

"Bu Erna maksa kalee.."

"No Ma'am. I swear not."

Aqeela again chuckled at Bu Erna's confusion.

"Mom Darmi, how? Is the job here burdensome?" Ask Aqeela.

"God willing, no. Nya..Uh Aqeela's mother." Miss Darmi is correcting her call.

Looks like Bu Darmi is still used to his greeting with his old master.

"Alhamdulillah, if Bu Darmi does not mind. My husband and I are only one rule. If the time is to pray immediately pray in the mosque. If there are children take all to the mosque. They're used to it." Aqeela

Bu Darmi looks dumbfounded to hear Aqeela's words.

"What's the rule is weird? Everywhere that is called work must work. Pray yes fit his son employer sleep. Why are they even sent to the mosque?" Mumbled Bu Darmi in the heart.

"Woi.. mouth conditioned." Shouted Miss Erna.

Madam Darmi shut her mouth.

Aqeela just smiled hearing that.

"Oh, yes later every Sunday if there is no busy participating in the study of mothers in the mosque. Because Saturday - Sunday the children are invited by Oma or Buninya." Aqeela remembered her schedule.

Miss Darmi is back.

"Since when was ART sent to study? How weird." Mumbled Bu Darmi in the heart.

"Did Miss Darmi mind?" Aqeela.

Although still astonished, Bu Darmi still nodded and agreed.

"Yes, you guys have a break. Children let me and my husband sleep." Aqeela.

Ms. Darmi and Ms. Erna immediately went to her room.

"Er.. why don't you say here there are rules for praying and attending classes?" The Bu Darmi protest.

"That's the spirit of Aqeela. But if you mind bole back down, how come." Challenge Ms. Erna.

Miss Darmi thought.

"But employerny is good. I'm not willing to." Said Ms. Darmi.

The forty-five-year-old woman covered her face with both hands.

"Mii...Darmi...Let's just say we work while worshiping. Where there is an employer tell us to pray jama'ah if not here." Said Ms. Erna.

"We may be destined to meet Sister Aqeela to improve our worship. Our work is not heavy either. After praying Isya' we've been allowed to rest."

"Mak Aqeela and Mas Desta rarely tell us to work until night, if not urgent."

Miss Darmi just nodded listening to Ms. Erna's tausiyah.

"You're fit to be missionary. Ntar returned home, many called." Bu Darmi Ledek.

It seemed like the figure of Aqeela was also able to bewitch Bu Erna indirectly.

Aqeela became a role model without anyone noticing.

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