Flavored Lanterns
eleven
...If reminded do not immediately offended yes, introspective self yuk together, because if there is no longer anyone who wants to ngingetin we want when we change it....
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Only a short sleep now Zafira had woken up to prostrate to God and then perform sahur, his memory back to the events before he fell asleep.
In his last prostration he spilled everything on his Lord, he complained as much as he felt and prayed that he would be given an ocean-wide heart to forgive others.
Mas Zafir
''mas cleanin ya Ra, another week mas go home''
^^^Zafira^^^
^^^''okee''^^
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The day goes by, the night Zafir gets home. The happiness of Bu Nisa can not be hidden after 2 times without her eldest son now they can gather for Eid together.
The Eid al-Fitr holiday is approaching, many preparations are made by all people, especially Muslims who certainly welcome this victory day.
Similarly, Zafira and Bu Nisa who have started making Eid cake for the banquet of the brothers who came. Where's Alfan? he has been with his mother and father yes as close as any to his foster mother there must be a biological mother who has its own closeness.
''Assalamualaikum buk, ra''
''walaikumussalam yes Allah has Dateng, healthy right mas?''
''alhamdulillah healthy buk''
Before going to bed do not forget Zafira first wudhu and read qulhufalaqnas and do not forget sholawat so that his sleep is always guarded by God and is still awakened again.
The night passed, this morning Zafira will make an onde-onde with Bu Nisa while Zafir rested again. The focus on making the dough made Zafira shocked when she heard the ringing of her phone.
It was Alfan who called using his mother's phone.
''which one would you like?''
"whatever, Ira made a cake anyway"
"see mba Ira"
"many to, Ndang durao not loving" said Zafira while showing towards the dough of his homemade cake and the finished cake.
''mauuu''
''sinio''
Their conversation continued even Alfan had started talking to Bu Nisa, while Zafira continued to make an onde-onde circle.
Not long ago there was a noise from outside, to make sure Bu Nisa and Zafira left the house there was bad news.
Mr. Siman, a neighbor whose house is far enough, has been called by Allah in a state of fasting and in his last state of prostration, he performs the prayer of Duha, and coincides with the day less than one Sunday Eid.
The old Taj heard a voice from the direction of the middle musholla, the musholla where Zafira and his friends had a tadarus every night.
"assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh
innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun, innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun, innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun has returned to Rahmatullah the father of Siman RT 12 Monggo villagers. Thank you for your attention wassalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh "
Miss Nisa immediately washed her hands and changed clothes, he also wanted to treat usually neighbors will help prepare shipments or food for the craftsman to dig the grave and make food that is usually made when there are people died.
Zafira remained at home continuing to make onde-onde because no matter how the dough was made, he was also asked to be at home by Ms. Nisa.
The atmosphere is crowded created just like that, especially besides Zafira's house is the house of Puji Zafira's cousin whose home is available tools for mutual needs. Like lights, cables and others and young people who open the electric welding business in the village is even the only one.