Gannaya, My Adore
GMA 2: The Smell of Heaven.

Throat that feels dry, stomach that has been turbulent ask to be filled and forced as if limp helpless makes Aidan while wanting to give up in fasting today.

At the age of eight years, he was told to fast fully. Because last year he was still tolerated by Mama and her Papa to fast until the bedug Dzuhur. Moreover, Attaya, who was under his age wanted to fast until the Maghrib. Prestigious, when boys lose to women. That is what Ammar advised him before this holy month came.

Aidan put on a weak face, looking at Adela who was still eating noodles from the Bisma feed. Adela sat in their middle.

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The mix of noodles mixed with the tongue from Adel, making Aidan even more tormented. What's the smell, so tempting. He wanted to drive his sister away, but here was Bhishma. He could have been kicked out. Haha.

"Will baco na, dong," said Adela pointing to the bowl that Bhishma was holding. From then on the man just thrust the noodles without entering the meatballs mixed there.

The bisma cuts the meatballs into pieces and is then inserted into Adela's tiny mouth. "Uh, yummy banet ...," he said.

Aidan just smashed his lips while rubbing his stomach.

Shortly, the bisma handed the bowl of noodles to Aidan. "Boapi, Adekmu," said Bisma. I heard Bisma's phone ringing in her pants pocket because there was a phone coming in.

Though just now he wanted to get up from the sofa to move anywhere important not to smell the smell of noodles and cold water in the bottle that Adela was holding.

"A ... Sis." Adela was ready to open her mouth. "Aren't you having a lot of time you can't eat by yourself?" Aidan was still lazy to feed his sister.

Adela shakes. "I'm little mace. Butinah I ndak dikelen weather cama Mama, papa cama, Grandpa cama, Grandma cama---"

Blup.

Adela's chatty lips that were obscuring everyone, was immediately silenced by the noodle stew from the spoon that Aidan held.

"Udah eat!" Aidan clucked lazily. Because their sitting position is facing, the distance is so close. The curly nostril immediately twitched, not because of the aroma of a steady and delicious noodle piercing his nose.

But.

Another scent that was not wearing, darted into his nostrils from Aidan's lips, making the child glare at the eyes.

"Kok smelly Big Brother's mouth!" exclaim the boy. Aidan glares at the eyes dislike. "His name is also fasting. Don't drink the same meal, yeah, smell dong! If you say, Grandma, the bad breath of a fasting person smells of heaven,"

"What is a culga?"

"Ask the same Mama. I limp, lazy to say a lot," replied Aidan.

"You can't kayak gituhh? Kok kayak stinks campah," replied the curly.

He still had his nose covered with a white, sloppy fingertip. Although Bisma was receiving the phone, she could still listen to the conversation of her two cousins, and she laughed. His laughter echoed with the same breath scent as Aidan.

"Do you think it stinks 'ih, yeah awoh!" yells. He follows Gana when he says, O Allah, if he is shocked.

Aidan laughed when his sister succeeded in mocking the TNI candidate. Bisma glared her eyes, making Adela inching from before them. The noodles are not finished yet, bodo thought very much. What matters is that he got out of the scent of acetone.

"city ... Ante!" exclaiming Adel. He tugged at Maura's robe, the woman was standing at the dining table, tasting her homemade compote. It turns out that this afternoon, she was menstruating, so did not continue fasting.

"Yes, Son? Grandpa wants?" tawar Maura's.

"Kok Ante in the weather?" the smart man turned around to ask.

"Ante again hitch, son," and Maura fell silent, as Adela grinned her forehead. How to know the child what hindrance means. Free to explain, Adela will not understand. To divert the words, Maura thrust the raisin cake into Adel's mouth. "Non't you, son?"

Adela nodded with a happy face. "Agih dong ante," this boy is still hungry because his noodles have not been exhausted, thanks to the smell of the mouth of Aidan and Bisma that is very intoxicating sense of smell, making him lose his taste for life, uh, uh, appetite means.

Maura gives another piece of raisin cake to Adela's hand. "Ante, can you please ndak kak ndak ucah puaca?"

"Sister? Meaning, how?" Maura asked which brother she meant.

"Why is that, son?" maura asked full of search.

"Mulutna stinks, telus limp. Kasian," the curly pointed towards Aidan who was leaning back weakly against the sofa. The boy continued to glance clockwise, faithfully waiting for the Maghrib.

Aidan did not know that his sister was very attentive to him. "It is natural that if it smells, its name is also fasting. His stomach was empty, Nak ...," Maura began to explain to Adela the bad breath of a fasting person with words that children could absorb. Long times wide he explained, and in the end.

"Haha. I don't see, Ante," Adela replied with a sinless face.

Maura just sighed with a faint head, to discuss the problem of menstruation maybe Adela will not understand, she thought about the matter of bad breath, Adela will be able to digest. It turned out the same, fortunately today he did not fast. If he, he must also be shunned Adela. Haha.

The Prophet also said to his companions in the hadith narrated by Imam Bukhari in his Sahih:

وَالَّذِي نَفْسِي بِيَدِهِ لَخُلُوْفُ فَمِّ الصَّائِمِ أَطْيَبُ عِنْدَ اللهِ تَعَالَى

مِنْ رِيْحِ الْمِسْكِ

That is, “For the Powerful Substance

for my life, the bad breath of the fasting person is more fragrant according to God than the smell of mycus oil.”

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Waiting for a bedug, Papa Bilmar was playing with Alda in the front carpet of the television. There are also gathered grandchildren who are each busy with cellphones. Mama Alika is teaching on the couch. While Gana, Maura and the arts are still preparing a takjil for this large family. Ammar and Gifali were at the back, watching the Papa birds which the old man said his aviary had to be replaced.

"Come dong road, crawl time only. You've had a year, son," Papa said. He forced Alda to stand up. The boy laughed with the astor in his little hand. Alda's mouth is brown.

"Amm .. amm!" the boy tried to put an astor in his grandfather's mouth. Tell him to eat. Papa unconsciously, finally according. He opened his mouth and devoured the astor from Alda's hand. The old man was smiling as he ate the brown rolled wafer.

"Other?" a less obvious slurred sound sticking out of Alda's lips. Papa Bilmar is enjoying his chew. It's so delicious that since dawn dry, now doused with delicious chocolate.

Seeing her Grandfather stop chewing, Alda put another astor into her Grandpa's mouth. "Kok Grandpa kept the mamam, Adek also dong, son," he put astor from the wrap and thrust into the mouth of his grandson. He rubbed Alda's head, at first glance he kissed repeatedly.

"Mam ..," Alda said. His hands extended into Papa's lips. Again Papa devoured it, to the point where the romance was dissolved, because of the shrill cry of the Geisha.

"Astaghfirullah, Grandpa!" he could not believe that his grandfather was chewing food. And all stared at Grandfather either on the sofa, carpet, dining table or Gifali and Ammar who were stepping from behind towards the dining table, because five minutes is open. All great gawking, no believe.

"WHAT'S EATING!!" mama was upset. The old woman took off her glasses and glared at the husband. "Eat Alda's food again, you think, you're a baby!" added Mama.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, O Allah ..," Papa Istighfar. The man shook his head towards his love. "It's because of Alda, get Papa to eat, honey. Papa is unconscious, really," Papa explained as he continued to chew.

"Yes, lepehin, it's still eaten!" sentak Mama's.

"Sadly, if it is melepehin, it's delicious, uh---" Papa hurriedly folded his lips deeply when he saw his wife groaning violently like a tiger that would claw the deer.

And all just laughing while shaking their heads. His name is also old and unconscious, Papa can only be understood.

"Mam ..." and Alda tried to put the astor back in Papa's mouth.

Papa looked at Alda in anxiety. If it wasn't his grandson, he would have swallowed the boy round and round. Haha.

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