Islam Learning Fasting
27. Sahura!!!

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"Goodoo!!! Sahura!!! Sahur!!!"

"Goodoo!!!"

"Wake all!!!"

"Goodoo!!!"

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Islam frowned while his sleep was disturbed after the sound of commotion sounded. Islam squirms on his bed with his eyes narrowed after being exposed to the blinding light of a lamp. Islam opened his eyes slowly staring at Sarifuddin who was seen putting on his cocoon.

"Abirama! Wake up!" said Sarifuddin who touched and shook Abirama's body, he tried to wake him.

"Islam! Wake uh!"

"Christian! Ali's! Wake up!" he said again while touching Ali and Kristian's feet simultaneously.

Islam sighed, his two eyes still sleepy making him pull the scabbard and cover all his body.

Somehow Sarifuddin mentioned the names of Islam, Christianity, Abirama and Ali while trying to develop them with shock.

"What the hell lo? Huh huh? Disturbing to know!" irked Ali who is now trying to sit in his bed.

"Why? Is it morning?" asked Kristian who was now scratching her head while occasionally yawning widely.

"Wake sahur!"

"Make what? What is sahur?" abirama asked with a heavy and hoarse voice, the hallmark of people waking up.

"Goodoo! Means eating," he answered.

"Huh? Eat!!!" Shocked Ali who then smiled happily with both eyes that turned into sparkling.

"You mean we eat?"

"Iye," she answered.

Hearing that made Ali immediately stepped down the stairs with a face that was so enthusiastic.

"You are hungry!" bring him.

Sarifuddin smiled.

"Take Islam, Christianity and Abirama!"

"Lo's healthy? Not that fasting is just for people of his religion Islam well? Christianity is a Christian religion, well the Abirama religion is Hindu, where do they fast?" obviously Ali.

"Eh I also came along," said Abirama who quickly rose from her bed.

"He Christian!!!" call Ali while pulling the two Christian legs that are already half conscious.

"Wake up!!!" shouted Ali.

Kristian laughed as he was on the floor after being pulled by Ali. Kristian got up and spread his hands up and yawned wide.

"Eh wake up to Islam!" Point Christians towards Islam whose body is still covered with a sheath.

"Lo, just go!"

"Why?" tanya Sarifuddin who stared at the astonished look towards Sarifuddin who did not want to ponder Islam.

Ali shook his head, he did not dare to do so.

"Why indeed?"

"Islam is a fierce face if it's serious let alone angry.You don't see when he's angry with Pak kiyai? Just like his own grandfather is like that let alone the same as us," explained Abirama.

"We have all gone to the place to eat so that I can raise Islam."

Ali and Abirama now stepped towards the exit. Abirama's steps stopped, he turned to look at the standing Christian while closing his eyes like a sleeping person.

Abirama breathed a heavy sigh and immediately stepped closer to Kristian and pulled on Christian's wrist and carried him out of the room with both Christian eyes still closed.

Sarifuddin sat on the edge of an Islamic mattress, staring from the top to the tip of an Islamic foot whose toe was slightly visible.

"Islam!" call him carefully while touching the back of Islam.

There's no movement.

"Islam!" Sarifuddin tried the same thing again and still no response from Islam.

"No!"

The sound of Islam was finally heard, the heavy and hoarse voice managed to make Sarifuddin speechless with his nervous feelings.

Sarifuddin got up from the bed and left.

Islam opened his eyes after lifting the scabbard from his face made his two eyes red with tears staring at the surface of the door that had been tightly closed. There was no one else in the room but him. Islam nibbles his lips, he misses the Roses, Uminya. If on the day of fasting there was Umi who woke him with tenderness, a soft voice while caressing his hair with affection now Islam can not feel it anymore.

Dining Room

Abah Habib looked seriously at the table that Islam always occupied to eat with his friends, no Islam there.

"Sarifuddin!" call Abah Habib make Sarifuddin who was talking with Ali, Kristian and Abirama turned his head.

"Dry!" call him while moving his hand.

Sarifuddin got up and stepped towards Abah Habib.

"What's the matter, Mr. Kiyai?" ask Sariffudin.

"Where's Islam?"

"Endak Islam wants to follow sahur."

"Why?"

"Not knowing either" he answered.

"Have you done it?"

"It was but he didn't want to."

Hearing this Abah Habib sighed and nodded slowly hinting that Sarifuddin should return to his place where from a Christian distance, Abirama and Ali stared in whispers.

"Change!"

Abah Habib looked at Umma Nur who was standing before Abah Habib.

"What is Umma doing here? Umma is sick."

"Where is Islam?" tanya Umma Nur was staring in all directions.

"Umma, go back to the room! Umma is sick."

"Change, Umma it's okay. Umma only had a fever in shock after seeing the appearance of Islam. Where is Islam now?"

Abah Habib took a deep breath.

"He does not want to be a sahur. Take it easy Abah will tell Shuaib to ponder Islam."

"No need! Let Umma alone ponder Islam."

Umma Nur turned and walked away from Abah Habib a few steps.

"There is no need for Umma to awaken Islam!"

Umma Nur's steps stopped, he turned his head and looked confusedly at Abah Habib.

"Why?"

"Islam is not like the children we often meet in pesantren, he is different. His head was hard as a rock and hard to conquer with anything."

Umma was only silent and then a few seconds later he turned back to leave Abah Habib who could only resignedly see the departure of his wife.

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Islam looked at the floor with a sad look, his mind had since thought of the Rose, Uminya. Missed, well that's how he felt.

The sound of the door being knocked down with the door slowly opening made Islam quickly rub the wet eyelids with the back of his hand and then go back to pretending to be asleep.

Islam could hear the sound of steps approaching it carefully, just like a murderer. Islam could feel a person sitting on the edge of his mattress and something felt close to him until a soft hand stroked his hair gently making the two puffy eyes of Islam open quickly, this caress was exactly like the caress of the Rose, her Umi.

"Islam!" call Umma Nur.

"Eye!" said Islam who quickly rose from the mattress while holding the wrist of Umma Nur who now looks smiling.

The smile of Islam gradually disappeared from his lips, now what was before him was not a Rose but an old woman with a head covered with a hijab like what the Rose was wearing.

Islam was still silent, for a few seconds he managed to remember the face of this old woman. Islam still remembers if this woman always kissed her when she came to visit at home.

"This is Umma, not Umi" said Umma Nur.

Islam fell silent and then he fell.

"Islam misses Umi?" tanya Umma Nur while stroking the hair of Islam.

Umma Nur could see if her grandson had just cried.

"Islam cries?" tanya Umma Nur's.