Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 4

A week has passed, a week also Icha began to feel bored at home.

Tired of the situation in always avoided by his own parents, even now his brother Anggun has rarely talked to him, since the incident in the kitchen a few days ago.

He did not even understand why such a family hated him so much.

Icha had thought, his parents were angry not because of the problem he entered the boarding school, that there were other problems to make his parents angry with him. However, he immediately dismissed her for not wanting to think negatively about his family.

Icha picked up the book that she bought in front of the mosque a few days ago, and it was repeated.

I don't know why he remembered the man's gaze on him.

“Astagfirullah..” instant Icha instantly realized.

“I'm so bored! Did I just get out? I want to find a job,” Her mumbling speaks for itself.

He tried to contact his brother, asking for permission. However, how many times have contacted him never lifted.

“Maybe Brother is still busy,” murmured in heart.

“I tried to talk to Mama only.”

“But, what if Mama and Papa get angry again?” hesitated to ask his mother for permission.

Icha thought for a moment, then made up her mind to ask permission first to her mother, whatever the risk she would bear.

“Iya, I'd better talk to Mama first. Whatever the risk, ”.

Icha took her little bag, and then brought her application file.

He slowly stepped into his mother's room, where the door opened slightly.

Icha breathed first, before knocking on the door.

Geck! Geck!

“Case,” sahut Bu Sintya.

Icha slowly opened the door of the room, the mother and her netra met each other.

“What's up?” ask her mother flat.

“Ma. Icha parted out, wanted to find a job,” Icha.

“Why should I ask permission? Doesn't Icha always make decisions on their own, without involving parents!” coined.

“Pardon Icha, Ma!” Icha Lirih.

Ms. Sintya actually really wanted to hug her daughter, but her ego was too big. Even until now he felt very upset, because Icha signed up to the pesantren without telling himself.

Even though at that time he had been looking for the best college place for him and had even registered for Icha.

But Icha still want to enter the pesantren and run away from home.

“You are now feeling great. You forgot you still have parents?” pekik Bu Sintya was still staring at his daughter who was still looking down.

“What are you now? Huh!”

Icha just shook her head.

“Once again Icha apologize Ma. But, Icha from the past..”.

“Icha. Mama doesn't want to hear your explanation anymore now!” sidetracked mother.

Icha was silent for a moment, then nodded. He slowly stepped out, with an uncalled feeling.

Seeing his daughter step out, he let out a heavy sigh.

“Icha,” call him again.

“Didn't you miss Mama?” bu Sintya finally weakened.

Icha stopped her steps hearing the mother's words, she turned around and nodded along with her tears flowing.

Ms. Sintya stretched out her hands with a smile, this time she lowered her ego in order to hug her daughter.

“Ma...” Icha immediately ran over to her mother and immediately hugged her.

Grep's!

The warm embrace of the mother that Icha misses after five years.

Even Icha sobbed in her mother's arms, she could no longer speak. Only a cry has been witnessed if he misses his mother so much.

“Pardon Icha, Ma!” said Icha still with a sobbing voice.

“Mama also apologizes, dear.”

Long enough they hugged each other, finally taking off their cuddles from each other.

Ms. Sintya rubbed the tears flowing down her daughter's smooth cheeks.

Ms. Sintya pulled her daughter's hand towards the balcony and took her daughter to sit on the chair.

“What about Icha pesantren? What did you learn there?” ask her mother gently.

“Good Ma. Icha has graduated, even every month you visit Icha. There we all learn about religion, memorizing the Qur’an and its hadith.”

“I'm sorry Mama never saw you, baby. Egoist mom!”

“No Ma. It is precisely Icha who is selfish, does not listen to what Mama and Papa,” said.

They told me long enough on the balcony, five years old Icha never heard the story of the mother.

“Ma, Icha want to find a job. Can Icha come out?” ask her mother.

“Why not go to the same office Brother? You can teach me, right?”

Icha shook her head.

“Icha want to be independent Ma. Allow Icha to search for jobs according to Icha capabilities,” Icha said.

“Alright, Mama allow. But, Icha should be home in time! Mama doesn't want Papa to know this,” he said commemorating his daughter.

“Why Ma?” ask me soft icha.

“Don't ask much! Follow what Mama said, come back before Papa comes home.”

“Iya, Ma!” Icha Lirih.

Icha said goodbye to her mother, after a long conversation on the balcony.

There was no more happy day for him than today, he could hug his mother again after five years.

“Assalamualaikum, Ma.”

Icha kissed her mother's hand, but Sintya was stunned because Icha kissed her hand when she left.

Very different from Anggun, he never even kissed her hand.

As Icha was about to step out, her mother called her back.

“Icha,” call it.

Icha turned her body back.

“Iya Ma,” sahut Icha.

“Mmm. Would Icha teach you to read the Quran’an?” mama Sintya asked, hesitating.

Icha was silent for a moment, then nodded happily.

“It is with pleasure Icha teach, Mama.”

He approached his mother, then hugged her back.

“Later tonight, Icha will teach Mama.” Icha's enthusiasm for being so happy to hear if her mother wants to learn to read the Qur’an.

Bu Sintya nodded while smiling knot.

“Alright, Icha leave first yes.”

“Wait first. Are you sure? Go with clothes like this,” asked Bu Sintya to see Icha clothes that look to wear oversized clothes with matching hijab.

“If that sustenance will not be exchanged, Ma. We want to try and pray. If effort without prayer will also be in vain Ma,” said Icha softly.

Ms. Sintya nodded in understanding, she was a little embarrassed because Icha knew more about religion than she did.

Even the clothes of his two daughters are very different, Icha prefers the clothes that are covered, while Anggun prefers sexy clothes and even clearly visible curves.

Upon seeing the departure of her daughter, Bu Sintya heaved a sigh of relief.

For a week he heard even peek without the knowledge of the house even Icha himself, if Icha every third of the night teaching. Icha's voice was so melodious, reading the holy verses of the Qur’an, who listened to it was also touched.

With a vigorous step, even his simple smile had not disappeared from his ripe lips.

Icha took her bike out of the garage, which she had long missed. After five years, he returned to riding the bike.

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