
"Daddy, look at Lora's sister" Micheal yelled at his Daddy who was seen on his phone screen.
"No need to shout too, Mickey" said the father, who then showed his second son.
"Is Little Sister Lora unable to grow up so quickly? The feeling from yesterday is still the same, when is it big? When can the road go? When's her talk? Why only sleep continues" said Micheal who made his Sister laugh, different things with Gabriel who actually turned the eyeball puffed with the question of his son.
"Yes later, Mickey. You used to also sleep continuously until you can turn around, continue to crawl, continue to walk. It's all a process" Gabriel said.
"Keep through to when's the process, Daddy? Mickey can't wait to invite Lora's sister to play" Micheal said again.
"Yes, later. God willing, just as you both are equally healthy" replied Gabriel.
"Where's the mommy?" micheal asked again because he didn't see his stepmother's face.
"Here, Mommy's sick again..." Gabriel shows Firda lying on the bed and hears Mommy is sick and Micheal looks sad.
"Mommy hurts what?" asked Micheal softly.
"It's just a fever, honey" Firda replied.
"Oh, has Mommy been seen by the doctor?"
"Already, just doain Mommy quickly healed when Mickey prayed. Mickey still prays, right?"
"Sholat is Cus, isn't it, Cus?" micheal asked as he looked at the nanny.
"Yes pray, but sometimes in the chicel" answered the nanny with a laugh.
"In cicil how?" ask Firda who looks surprised.
"Maghrib two rakaat prayer mats, ma'am. Because I remind you that there is still one less, said the other one later" Firda who heard the narration of Micheal's nanny immediately laughed as well as Gabriel.
"Micheal, the prayer can't be followed up so, son. Must be completed, if three rakaat yes must be done three rakaat. Yea?"
"But Mickey is lazy to stand up again, Mommy" whined Micheal.
"Micheal, what strong boy is weak?"
"Smart kid or not?"
"Smart kid..."
"Well, if the child is strong and smart it is not lazy. Just adding one more rakaat is not tired"
Meanwhile, Angeline who had just returned from her office immediately came to Micheal and in her room and she found her son who was on a video call with his stepmother.
"How's Firda doing?" angeline asked and she peeked at the phone screen held by Sister Micheal.
"Good, Brother. Just a little feverish." replied Firda.
"Hopefully get well soon, Fir" Angeline said sincerely.
"Aamiin, thank you for your prayers. What's Angeline and family?"
"We're good too..."
"Then ask again, Mommy? I asked Mickey the same question" said Micheal, who made Firda and Angeline laugh.
"And you haven't asked Mommy" Angeline and Micheal answered, nodding only at her head.
They continued to talk and Firda advised Angeline to pray together with Micheal, so Micheal knew the rules of prayer and would get used to it. Angeline was not offended at all with Firda and she thanked him for being reminded.
.........
While in prison...
A prisoner with a high and dangerous crime rate will be placed in a cell they call a rat hole. A narrow, dark cell, no sunlight coming in and that is certainly alone. So did Edward's residence for several months.
He was put where he should be able to reflect on his life and his mistakes, change himself for the better so that at least he can be placed in a common cell. Edward's like going crazy to be put in this cell, he doesn't know when it's night and when it's day. It is also only fed twice with very insufficient portions. He used to be gallant and strong, but now he is so thin, his hair is long as well as the book feathers that grow in his spirit and chin.
"What's next going to happen?