Asiyah End Times
Bonnets

“Ssssrrrrrrr.r..”the sound of fried banana dough

plugged into hot cooking oil in the cauldron.

This morning Umi made a snack in the kitchen. Fried banana. For breakfast.

Abi sat in his wheelchair, in front of the house.

Ali and Aisyah were playing on the swing next to the house. Abi looked towards them only.

Abi smiles at the behavior of her twins.

Ali and Aisyah took turns to go up to the swing hanging on the tree next to the house. They

cool push-push. Falling, rolling, but they cheerfully laugh out loud.

Abi also got carried away. Abi occasionally makes a sound. Just an irregular sound. Come laugh. The sound of Abi's laughter is still unclear.

Umi came out with fried bananas. The fried banana is done.

“Alii, Aisyah, the fried banana has become nii, later again play,” call Umi. Shouting towards the swing.

“Wahh fried banana, ayoo Kak we eat fried banana first,” invite Ali on Aisyah.

They ran to the porch. Abi and Umi have been there since.

Umi feeds Abi eating fried banana.

Ali quickly took the fried banana. Directly three held. Ali quickly devoured it. Ali said it should be quick, run out.

Aisha sat in the chair next to Abi. Aisyah was busy kissing Abi's cheek while chewing her fried banana. Oily cheek Abi because of the former lips Aisyah that stick. Aisha was very spoiled for Abi. Aisha loved Abi very much.

“Kak Asiyah where Mi? Later the fried banana spent Ali,” said Aisyah to Umi. Pity Kak Asiyah if not to get some of the fried bananas.

From a distance there was a motor. The longer it gets closer. The vegetables looked like a woman driving them. Berhijab. White Skin. Real pretty.

Looks like Aisyah knows. He chased her to the middle of the yard.

“Kakkk Asiyaaahhh..” turns out that the woman is Asiyah. Driving motor.

Ali came to the middle of the courtyard, running. Follow screaming calling, “Kak Asiyaaahhh.”

Asiyah arrived right in front of their rented house. Smile. “Assalamu’alaykum,” said

“Wa’alaykumussalam,” replied Umi, Ali and Aisyah together.

Now Asiyah was in the middle of Ali and Aisyah, in the middle of the courtyard.

Asiyah got off her bike.

Now the bike is beautifully parked in front of the house.

The motorbike was the Asiyah motorbike he bought this morning. Used motor. Asiyah bought it with the previous owner.

This morning they met at home with a motorcycle. So Asiyah is the second hand holder of this bike. Letters complete. The motor body is also smooth. Says Asiyah, who sells these bikes is a rich man. Two years later, they were wearing them again. I want to change again because I am bored.

Approaching Umi and Abi. Ali and Aisha followed. Asiyah took her fried banana.

“This is indeed the sustenance of Asiyah yes Mi, money has been collected, eehh directly there are those who offer used motorcycles,” said Asiyah to Umi. While chewing his fried banana.

“Alhamdulillah yes Son, Asiyah no longer need to walk to the intersection there to find angkot and ojek.”

“Alhamdulillah Umi, this sustenance Ali and Aisyah also Umi, kan Asiyah can deliver them to school using this motorbike before Asiyah leaves for Umi work, this is also thanks to do’a Umi and Abi, as well as the,” Asiyah smile.

“Ayoooo who will want Brother Boncengin roving around by motorbike?” tanya Asiyah raised her voice. Fishing sisters.

“Aliiii, Aisyaaahhh..” They both screamed to name each other. Dissociated. Poking at the tip of his index finger. Jump about.

“Yeeaaayy.. get around, ride the bike Kak Asiyah,” very happy it seems they. Very spirited.

“In shaa Allah later in the afternoon we go around,” said Asiyah.

Aisyah and Ali were impatient again. Every moment repeatedly asked Asiyah.

“Kak is it afternoon?” ask Aisyah.

“Not yet dear,” replied Asiyah.

“Kak sorenya when? How long?” ask Ali.

“Before Aliiii,” replied Asiyah, smiling.

Asiyah understood very well the behavior of Ali and Aisyah who had asked about when the afternoon came.

Can't wait to be hugged. They can't wait to ride around his bike, Asiyah. You make Kak Asiyah say wait for the afternoon. So they kept asking about when the afternoon came.

They looked amazed by Kak Asiyah while driving the two-wheeled vehicle earlier.

Previously Ali and Aisyah had never seen Kak Asiyah riding a motorcycle.

Asiyah used to be taught Abi to ride a motorcycle around their elite housing complex.

At that time there was a motor unit owned by the Abi company that was visited at home, Abi employees who brought it. There are too many motorcycles in the company Abi, because the company had mis-estimated the funds for the purchase of motorcycles, so there was an excess of 1 unit of vehicles purchased. So the motorbike was tricked at Abi's house just before it was sold. Yes, it's just that Abi taught Asiyah to ride a motorcycle.

At that time Asiyah was still second grade High School. Not long ago Asiyah learned the same bike Abi, four months. Abi said, how to know Asiyah needs a motor to drive someday. And it turns out that Abi's words were right, at this time Asiyah really needed a motorbike to smooth her activities round and round.

It's a sunny afternoon. A cold wind blows.

Ali and Aisyah had taken a shower. Their hair is neatly combed. Aisyah did not forget to stuff her veil. The powder looked white on their faces. Wear the best clothes to walk around with Kak Asiyah. You have to look beautiful and handsome.

“Aliii hurry up, long time wearing his shoes,” angry Aisyah at Ali, who from earlier had not been wearing his shoes.

Ali is looking for the best shoes for a walk this afternoon.

“Iyaa, wait a minute,” Ali folded his forehead. Moving fast. Run towards Kak Asiyah's motorbike.

“Siaappp?” asiyah shouted at her two sisters who were already sitting behind her. On the motor.

Aisyah sat in the middle, hugging Kak Asiyah tightly.

They sat him forward once. Sticking. Said Kak Asiyah sitting majuan, putty, so that she could hug the person in front of her tightly, so as not to fall.

“Siiiaaaappppp..” shouted Ali and Aisyah. Very excited for them.

“Umi We leave first yaa, assalamu’alaykum.” shouted Asiyah. Followed by Ali and Aisyah.

“Wa’alaykumussalam, be careful son, do not speed,” replied Umi. Smiles from the door they saw the three children.

“Iya Umi, daaaa Umi..” replied Asiyah, Ali and Aisyah, simultaneously.

Down the hallway of the house.

Passing the Wak Dayat stall, where Umi used to leave her cakes.

“Assalamu’alaykum Wak,” Asiyah smiled greeting Wak Dayat who was sitting in front of her stall.

Wak Dayat smiled in reply, “Wa’alaykumussalam, where are Asiyah going?” yell Wak Dayat.

“Jalan-walk briefly Wak,” replied Asiyah as well while shouting.

Turn left, exit the hallway. Asiyah was casually riding her motorcycle.

Ali and Aisyah were busy looking to the left, looking to the right, laughing and laughing at the back, whatever they were talking about.

“Whispers what the hell is that behind?” ask Asiyah.

They still laugh.

“Seat brother is tilted,” said Aisyah while laughing.

“Iya Kak Asiyah tilted,” continued Ali also laughed.

 “Times are tilted, jerk,” Asiyah fix her sitting position.

Understand that Asiyah has not long been piggybacking on people on the motorbike she drives. Especially now he was piggybacking his two younger brothers who were so fierce on the motorbike.

Asiyah continued to ride her motorcycle through the SD where Ali and Aisyah went to school.

“Whose school is thisiiii?” asked Asiyah with a slight cry.

“School is Aisyah,” replied Aisyah.

Followed Ali, “School Ali.”

Seen on their right a small Primary School, looks seedy, because the cost of the school is cheap there. Only such a school could Umi afford to finance at this time for them.

Asiyah kept pushing her bike. Still relaxed.

 Braked. Asiyah stopped the motor. Asiyah.

“Ayoo.. turuunn. we eat meatballs first,” said Asiyah.

 “Yeeaayyy eat meatballs,” shouted Aisyah and Ali excited.

They're down. Sitting on the side of the road. Under the tent selling meatball Mang Kipli.

Thirty minutes passed.

They finished eating their meat too.

The first one to spend was Ali. Until the dried sauce was inhaled by Ali.

“Yookk we go home, later Umi nyariin,” invite Asiyah to her sisters.

Back in the piggy bank, they turned around, heading home.

On the way home Asiyah met Tiam's tomb. Tiam Tomb which usually delivers the eggs of his pet duck to the homes of the surrounding residents.

“Assalamu’alaykum Mak Tiam.” Asiyah said. With a little scream.

“Wa’alaykumussalam Asiyah, out of where Asiyah?” answer Tomb Tiam. Waving hand.

“Read more.” replied Asiyah again. Smiling friendly. Reply to Tomb Tiam's hand.

Asiyah kept on going. While his head was still turned towards the Tiam Tomb.

Unwittingly by Asiyah, right in front of him was a sizable puddle hole. Slippery. The road has not been paved. At noon it rained for a while, so the holes in the streets were covered with water.

Within seconds the Asiyah motor entered the hole. One two three. Motor's down. They half-sunk their bodies. Their clothes were dirty with a puddle of water. It stinks. Now the good clothes Ali and Aisyah wore had already turned into dirty clothes. The shoes that Ali chose so long ago also no longer seem stout.

They immediately stood up from the puddle of the rickshaw. It was fortunate that they did not suffer any injuries. Alhamdulillahot.

Instead of crying, upset or angry, they laughed out loud on the side of the road. Ali could not help but laugh when he saw Kak Asiyah's face filled with mud. Asiyah and Aisyah also laughed at Ali, Ali's face was also covered in mud. Aisyah is like that too. The three of them were actually laughing at themselves.

“Ayokk fast, help Brother, shy to see people, later on, Umi nyariin.”

They together took out the motor from the puddle of the slippery rickshaw. Asiyah held her stall, pushing forward. While Ali and Aisyah helped push from behind.

Brrummm. brruumm. motor sound Asiyah sayup-dyed.

Umi and Abi sit in front of the house waiting for their children.

Umi was shocked to see her children coming home dirty and smelly. The new motor was also full of mud.

“Lohh what is this? Why are the Umi kids like this? Where did you go?” ask Umi. Umi's worried.

But not with those three brothers. They even laugh. Then tell me about it happened. Umi also laughed. Abi looked at it, only able to smile and let out a slight sound.

Since Kak Asiyah had a motorbike, Aisyah and Ali were no longer on foot when going to school. They're among Asiyah's sisters. When they go home, they walk. Since Asiyah was at work, it was impossible to pick them up.