From Me Who Almost Surrender
14.

A knock repeatedly hit the door. It is still late in the afternoon why it is so noisy, disturb a sleeping person. I was still reluctant to get out of the blanket I cursed under the blanket. Avoiding the call of brother.

Brother was really anxious to get me to curl up regardless of his call. With one pull the blanket into the air. My brother noticed me who was still trying to close my eyes. I thought she would scold me and drag me like a stepmother to cook in the morning. That's not true, wordless sister again grabbed my ear and took me to the bathroom.

He said he would pray together with papa mama at the home mosque. And put myself in the bathroom for ablution. Wudhu, pray what I just heard. What is a series of worship, I don't know how to ablution either.

I just cleaned my face soap, not only that I also flushed both my hands once and feet. I followed my sister's footsteps and put on the cloth that my sister put on the bed. This is where papa and mama have been neat and fragrant, they are all white.

Papa was at the very front while me, mom and sister were behind him. Ready, the three of us just answered yes and already.

I saw my father raising his hands up and facing the wall while speaking a foreign language. So also brother and mother are the same as my father who does not know what - what can only come - follow, we do twice.

And as we stood the second I glanced at my brother and mother raising both hands behind the white cloth. Papa uttered another strange sentence, and was answered the word aamiin by us. And speaking with greetings, the three of them again uttered a string of sentences that I could not understand.

And in the middle they speak to each other geleng - head bobble. It's like counting them with their fingers.

I watched because they closed their eyes. Their lips moved - motion according to papa's instructions and again — again I saw them raise both hands like asking for something.

Papa stopped talking and turned around to look at us. I followed the same thing as my sister did. Finally finished as well, I immediately went to want to continue my beautiful dreams in the sleep realm.

But papa's heavy voice stopped my footsteps. And told me to stay here, I reluctantly closed the door. I saw big brother holding something, mama is also the same difference having a mama a little big from him.

I took the same as my mother's who looked like a big foreign inscription - big, I was very kepo with brother. I saw my brother open his eyes and sound like he was memorizing a thick book he was carrying. I saw the writing like ants scattered in unison and some were separated.

Brother looked at me and told me to sit near him and read back. I glanced at the direction towards the thick book big brother's eyes. I'm so tired my legs are also still sore, I shamelessly thrust my legs forward near papa.

I hit the little guy like I was so tired, the mom who knew it hit me with her prostration. Not too rough but hard. He said I was not polite.

I immediately bent my two to the side like my mother, and just opened sheet by sheet without any intention of reading. Papa finished his reading and looked at me to come forward. I put the big book in front of him and asked him to read.

Papa, I can't even read. Dad was waiting for me to read, but I didn't read it. I just gulped my saliva with great difficulty. I who got the horror look papa nyaliku shrieked to answer his objection. My brother and mother came up to me who almost shed tears. They encouraged me to read as usual.