I Was the Second
Satu
Zia paddles her bike to school, with Maryam in her bonnet. Occasionally glancing at his watch which had already shown at seven over twenty in the morning, it meant that ten more minutes of the school entrance bell would ring.
It's the day her two little girls go to Kindergarten, there's no drama or crying like the first kid in school, because Maryam loves to go to school.
"Umma, really cepet paddle his bike, will be tired," said Maryam.
"Let's hurry up to son, later if it's not fast, Maryam can be late in school," said Zia. And Maryam only the mangosteen understood.
They finally arrived at Maryam's school. Maryam attended TK plus which in addition to being taught general lessons were also taught Diniyah lessons such as moral teachings, religious fiqh, reading iqro, and reciting the Quran. Indeed SPPnya quite, but Zia will fight so that Maryam can get religious education early on. However, the study of religion is mandatory for every Muslim.
"Maryam comes in first Umma," said Maryam. Zia took two thousand from her small purse and put it in Maryam's pocket.
"It's his pocket money, don't buy ice baby, you've brought drinking water, '" Zia said.
"Yes Umma" Maryam kissed the back of Zia's hand.
"Assalamualaikum," he said.
"Waalaikumussalam" said Zia. After seeing Maryam enter the classroom, Zia sat near the parking lot greeting her friends. Zia has many friends there because there is not only a Kindergarten school, but also SD plus, and a large mosque where she teaches.
"Mba Zia, this is I want to cutoutin, just bought but the extension, please cut it to 135cm length yes," said Umm Kahfi while handing over plastic crackle containing the game.
"Okay, ready Umm, if it is in Shaa Allah I tell you," said Zia.
"I'm also Mba Zia, this veil is changed can it be? So it's a rubber veil" said Umm Fathir.
"Mba, Zia made bed linen yes, which is the number one size, Japanese cotton material yes, blue color, fabric motif is up to Mba Zia aja, this is the face money," said Umm Wildan.
"Yes Allah Ummahat, yes everything I accept, if it has become my word in Allah, and we meet again here yes." said Zia. This is how God provides sustenance through his fellow-sheers.
Zia eagerly went home pedaling her bike, whose front basket was full of orders from her friends.
Until at the fork near his contract there is a fried chicken shop that just opened about a week ago, when passing the delicious aroma of fried chicken smelled tempting his nose and mouth that was about to drool, when it was, but he closed it with a veil.
"Hm... Maryam must love this fried chicken, may Allah make it easy to buy her, aamiin," Zia's inner hope.
Until rented, he dried clothes that had been washed at dawn, then cooked and cleaned. Continue sewing friend's order. That was her daily life this year after being left dead by her husband due to an accident.
In between his time while waiting for the dhuhur, he prayed Dhuha, as much as possible he tried to worship well, because he realized there was no more help for him except from Allah alone.
After Dhuha prayer he returned to sewing while waiting for the dhuhur adhan. For him that is how we live, just waiting for prayer time. And after the dhuhur prayer he went to pick up Maryam at kindergarten school. Maryam left school at twelve in thirty minutes. At the school, Maryam all taught to pray dhuhur and eat together.
Zia lifted Maryam up in the splint and fastened her seatbelt. Zia deliberately put the bonbar with a backrest and seat belt so that Maryam does not fall at any time because of sleepiness.
"Maryam we stopped by the sewing shop first" said Zia.
"Yes Umma, but I'm waiting outside the store yes" said Maryam.
"May, but can not go anywhere, the road is crowded dear can not go down the road yes," Zia said.
"Okay Umma" said Maryam.
"Da daa.." said Maryam as she waved at the boy.
"That's your friend, son? What's name?" ask Zia.
"Iya Umma a classmate of Maryam, her name is mas Sulaiman," said Maryam.
"Oh .." Zia was just oh, as she was about to ride her bike, tetiba Maryam called out.
"Umma," call Maryam.
"Yes dear," said Zia.
"I also want to be picked up by Abi like Sulaiman" the little girl's great-grandson. Zia wanted to cry and scream. Her heart was sobbing hearing her little daughter's wish. But he held everything back, Zia did not want to show sadness in front of Maryam.
"Mariam... Is Maryam the same as Abi?" ask Zia. Maryam nodded.
"If you miss praying for Abi yes, read the prayer for both parents" said Zia.
"Yes Umma," Maryam answered briefly, neither did she want Zia to be saddened by her question. After that Zia pedaled her bicycle to the sewing shop.
"Wait here baby" said Najma who sat Maryam on a long bench in front of the sewing shop.
"Want to do a lot of shopping?" ask Maryam.
"No dear just buy a vislin cloth with a Japanese zipper, Maryam wait here yes,"
Maryam just nodded. Patiently the little girl waited for her mother to shop, sipping the aroma of fried chicken from a nearby store.
Ten minutes later Zia came out of the store..
"Udah yuk came home," Zia asked.
"Umma .." Call Maryam.
"Dear, baby" said Zia before riding her bike.
"Umma, if Umma has money later, can I have that fried chicken?" ask Maryam. Zia was silent for a moment, sure Maryam asked for fried chicken, from here smelled the new shop fried chicken.
"Dear, in Shea Allah Umma buy it" replied Zia. Then paddled his bike after Maryam got into the bonnet.
And he stopped in front of the fried chicken shop. Put down Maryam, and order some fried chicken.
"Assalamualaikum, what message do you want?" ask the fried chicken seller, who is also veiled like himself.
"Waalaikumussalam, I'll take a look at the menu first" said Zia.
Zia looked around at the menu in front of her, and looking also at the contents of her wallet, there was a piece of ten thousand money, a sheet of five thousand, and a sheet of two thousand.
"This is Umm, rice package, chicken wings and iced tea,"