Humaira
Chapter 6 fiancee

Morning was not so crowded. The movement of several passing motorbikes brighten the morning in the Haji village of Bengkok. Usually every Wednesday morning ummi is tidy. Taklim schedule is tight for every Wednesday.

"Acrasnodity ..."

"Walalalakum salam warahmatulloh"

Ummi was awake from his daydream. There was a greeting on the doorstep. Usually the sound of Mumun's mother. Mumun ma'am diligently stopped by. Today his schedule is not limited to Al-Abror's mosque. In a hurry he wiped his tears. Reverie's scum. Her memories with her beloved husband broke up, drifting.

Ummi rushed towards the door. At the door and right, Mumun. Mrs Kumun immediately smiled. He is no longer young. Retired High School Teacher in Rempoa, South Jakarta. His face was younger than his age. Maybe that is the wisdom of being a teacher.

"Come, it's eight. Forgot if there is a morning? Bu Mumun invites ummi to go taklim. Ummi smote him with a smile.

"Wait a minute, Mumun. Come in"

Ummi let his best friend sit down. He himself entered the room. Change clothes. Today is special, her wedding anniversary. He was wearing a dress given by the deceased. The last gift he was given. Actually, three years ago. After putting on makeup and reflecting for a while, he exited the room. While heading for the exit, he picked up the letter lying in the bookcase.

Just locked the door, there was the sound of greeting back.

"Assalamualaikum ..." a voice that is also very familiar. No stranger to the umm. Ms. Fatimah, RT's wife.

"Walaikum salam warahmatulloh ..." at the same time they answered the greeting. Compact.

Ummi used to answer greetings by exceeding the greetings spoken by his interlocutors. Answering greetings is mandatory. It is better if the answer is complete or more than the one who said his greetings. Ustadzah Zubaidah taught it.

"I think RT's going first" Ms. Mumun opened the conversation.

"It was going to be early in the morning. Poor bu Suryani no one helps prepare consumption" replied bu RT straightforwardly.

Sholawatan's voice was heard. Sayup but melodious. Her voice is Hamidah. The voice of Nisya Sabyan. Young mom breaks down pesantren in Cirebon. Taklim always starts with sholawatan call sign for mothers. The three of them accelerated their footsteps.

Mushollah Al Abror is full of members of the assembly. Ustadzah Zubaidah is present. The Ustadzah is always disciplined about time. The rituals leading up to the tausiyah are usually over an hour long. Sholawatan, the reading of Yasin and Waqiah. After that, the tausiyah of ustadzah. This time it was Zubaidah who delivered it. It's his turn at this taklim.

"Assalamualaikum Warahmatullohi Westarakaaaaatuh" greetings tausiyah special style ustadzah.

"Walaikumsalam Warahmatulloh Westarakaaaatuh" answered the congregation.

"Tumben dah ah not compact" log betawinya medok once. Repeat the opening greeting. Tricks to focus. Know for yourself that the mothers have gathered. The bomb sounds lost.

"Assalamualaikum Warahmatullohi Wabarakatuh ....."

"Waalaikumsalam Warahmatullohi Westarakaaatuh ..." simultaneously and compactly the congregation answered him. Directly focus. The sound of chatter stopped.

"Mom-mothers have not been? The news is again great ..!"

The congregation answered: "Not ...."

"Punya hape do not just make curses. Gibah. Careful mothers. What kind of gibah ?" Ask ustadzah

"Eat the carcass of his brother, ma'am ustadzah" replied a mother, nyeplos.

"Well that knows. But why do we keep doing it? Now the gibah no longer needs to rest. Through whatapps. Let not our fingers be the way to hell, mothers"

The congregation nods its head with a shy smile. New phenomenon, gibah via hape. Millennial age.

" I want to tell you a story. Do you know China? Now renamed China. Know not the mothers?"

"Tahuuuuu ......"

"What is China going through this month?"

Jamaah look at each other. Look at each other. Someone already understands. Aaa asked too.

"At the end of time there will be many disasters, earthquakes, volcanoes on the eruption, and disease outbreaks. A lot has happened, mothers. Now, in China, Wuhan province is precisely being attacked by an outbreak. The name of the outbreak is Wuhan virus. More than a thousand people have died. Mothers, we as believers must believe that the test comes from God. But we also have to try our hardest to overcome it" long bu ustadzah explained.

"Hopefully the Wuhan virus outbreak did not reach our country. I can be berabe. The Indonesian population is spread across many islands. It's harder to handle than China"

"Let our mothers pray. May our prayers be answered by Allah. Our country should not be stopped by the outbreak of the Wuhan virus, aamiin ..."

"Aamiiinn.." greeted simultaneously by worshippers.

"The name of the virus is easy to spread to mothers. If our country is also partially attacked by the Wuhan virus. My advice is mothers. This is the word of the mothers. If an area is stricken with a disease, mothers and family members stay at home. Don't comeout. Especially with a snobbish style. We are small, mom. Once attack the tepar. Saucery. The late"

"So what do we do mothers if there is an outbreak of the disease rich in the Wuhan virus?" Tanya ustadzah confirms the understanding of pilgrims.

"Not out of the house" the congregation replied. Ustadzah explained the attitude of a Muslim when an outbreak attacked a region. If it happens as told in the time of the Apostle, then the patron is asked to stay at home. Every Muslim is asked to always remember Allah through dhikr. When you need to repent. Maintain cleanliness and eat healthy and halal food.

"Remember well, well" Zubaidah's ustadzah closed his tausi.

Taklim closed with a prayer offered directly by the Zubaidah ustadzah. Khusyu worshippers listen to him and secure him.