Lembayung Dusk
The Figure of a Wise Father..

Twilight

How about Lembayung? I pretended I didn't know him. The bodoooh!

But.. I'm just keeping the image..

Yes, I will think about it later.

"Mom.. Dusk want to go to the house of Mr. Sharif, mother want to come? " I asked when I gave my mother a helmet. I was planning to walk to the bookstore, but because I wanted to come along so I decided to use the bike.

"Who is Mr. Sharif? "

"The teacher of the Twilight religion in school. "

"Shame. if mom comes along! "

"Gapapa.. Dusk again learn to pray the same sir Sharif."

"It's okay mommy's coming? "Ask the mother again in doubt.

I nodded, when my mother was ready to sit behind me, and then I started statering the bike. I advanced my speed by being because I was piggybacking on my mother.

Upon arrival in front of Mr. Sharif's house, I was treated to a beautiful view that was soothing to the eyes. Being in this house is very peaceful and calm I feel at the same time.Contramming the soul.

It seems that mother was also amazed to see her, her bead eyes did not blink.

"Sir Enjaaaa..Ka Enjaaa. "the beautiful Maryam approached me. Like yesterday she was playing with her nanny. I played with him for a while, and it turned out quickly he could get along with me. That little boy is so smart and adorable.

"Hi Maryaam.we'll see you again! " Sapaku.

"Abi is in yumaah.. " Pointing her towards the house.

"Yeah I was at dusk call abi."I stroked his head.

I look smiling looking at Maryam.

"Ciapaa? " Sanyanya is embarrassed while hiding behind the body of Tini's mother, her nanny.

"This is her mother at dusk.. "

Mother stretched out her hand and squatted in alignment with Maryam.

"Halloo.. whose name is this beautiful girl?" Ask a friendly mother, while her voice is made funny to attract the attention of Maryam.

"Mayeam.. " I'm ashamed.

"Oh Maryam, her name is beautiful, her face is beautiful. Shalihah is like siti Maryam.. "

Maryam also blushed to hear the mother's praise.

"Sister into first yes want to meet abi.. "

"Yeah.. " Maryam is back playing with Tini.

"Aci'alaykum .."

"Wa'alaykumusalam ..ayo enter Dusk! who is this anyway? kirain father, you yourself here. "

"This is my mother, sir.. "

"Mother?.. Ma is Allah, I think your brother! introduce me Sharif his teacher Dusk at school. "pak Syarif clenched both hands in the chest.

While the mother reached out her hand, but looked embarrassed and pulled back her hand. "Baiq Indrawati.can call Baiq or In.. " Mom also clenched both hands.

"Ehh.. Excuse me. " Pak Syarif said wrong behavior because the mother even buy her hands.

"Please sit down first. "

I'm nodding.

"Mom should go home! " Said mother, looking uneasy and uncomfortable. While his netra staring at the frame containing pictures of the family of Mr. Sharif.

"Why mother? "

"Ga delicious. later his wife he was angry to see his mother come to his house without permission! "

"But I don't know the way in Bandung. gapapa Dusk just a little ko bu. "

"You better wait in front!"

"Oh yes if mom is comfortable. "

Mom walked out of the house, I saw Maryam who was playing on the swing. A aura of affection radiates from mother today.why do I feel now when it is this big. Where have you been all this time? Dusk happy with the attitude of the mother now.although still a lot of silence, but can Dusk feel that the mother actually loves the same twilight.

It's Ok.. Everything's gonna be ok!

(When you have a prayer from Mama, you are ready to stand against the world.)

And I'm determined to win my heart any way, I want not a curse that comes out of my mouth, but do'a and kindness for me.

Mr. Sharif came out of the kitchen and brought a tray of 3 cups of tea water.

"Sorry yes Dusk.. ga has a snack stock, there is only warm sweet tea.oh iyah? "

"Ehh. iyah gapapa sir. thanks a lot, sorry to bother! mom said it outside. "

"Ok.. Now what do we talk about? "

"mhhm.that sir.would learn to teach.. "

"Well.have you come to where hanca naji Al-Qur'an is? "

I'm also dumb.

"Sorry sir.. hanca what is it? "

"I mean that hanca. what is its name yes. if the Indonesian language is rich then that.. "

"Ohh. mhhm. i-it. sorry sir. I never saw the Qur'an because I could not.. "I too am ashamed.

"Masa? you never studied? when I was a kid too? "

I shook my head innocently.

"Alright.. Then do you memorize the Hijaiyah letters? "

"Some have memorized no sir"

"Before I bring Iqra's got Maryam huh. " Said Mr. Rashid with a smile.

"This is why I bought Iqra 1-6." I also opened a plastic bag containing the books I had bought and took them out one by one.

"Ma is Allah.. Thankfully, you really intend to learn.. May Allah make it easy! " mr. Syarif rubbed the head.

I'm stunned. It's the first time his head's on elus by a man like on his son. Comfortable..quiet and coolly infiltrate into the recesses of the heart.

"Aamiya.. " My answer is steady.

"You bought this book? " Tanya sir Sharif, took a thick book entitled Muhammad. "Father also has, the contents are very good.in the guarantee you cry reading the biography of the Prophet Shallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam ,how his journey and struggle. " Pak Syarif rubbed a clear circle that would drip from his eye patch.

My heart was filled to hear his words.

"Pronouncing prayers to Prophet Muhammad Shallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam is ordered by the sharia at times of importance, both the law is mandatory and the sunnah is sick of’kadah." Said mr. Sharif.

"So when someone mentions his name.pronounce Shallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam... ‘Alaihish shalaatu wassalaam..or can Allaahumma shalli wasallim ‘alaih."

"Among the rights of Prophet Muhammad Shallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam, disyari’a Allah Ta’ala over his people is for them to say shalawat and greetings to him."

"Because Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala and His angels have prayed to him & Allah Ta’ala ordered His servants to say shalawat and greetings to the Prophet Allah Shallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam! " Sarif said at length.

"Shallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam! " I said, my heart trembled at his words. How much I didn't know and didn't understand.

O Allah, forgive your servant.

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1 hour passed..

I began to be able to memorize little by little Hijaiyah letters with tajwid and makhraj.

Mr. Syarif looks happy with my spirit of memorization. It's a shame to admit you can't yet, but it's better to be embarrassed than to be late. Better late than not at all..

"ekhhm.. well twilight, how old was this today? " Tanya mr. Sharif.

"Daddy sir. kasian mom seems to want to go home, hehhe! " I chuckle.

"What age is your mother? so young to have a child as big as you? Ma shaa Allah.. "

"35 years sir.. "

Mr. Syarif is just a mangosteen.

"Love your mother, respect her and love her. What is clear about doing good to both parents is noble duty and charity. The rule is to do good even if your parents order evil on you. So do not follow his bad orders and keep doing good to him. If you find your parents wrong, remind them gently and keep doing good. That is your obedience to them "

"Good pa.. " I nodded and kissed the back of his hand with reverence. Just this time I was treated well like a wise father advising his son.

Mom and I said goodbye and asked for permission to come back tomorrow.

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