Loving the Mafia
One Pack

After a mutually agreed decision, Cazim and Chesy finally choose to live together.  They had spent several months living in that house.

It feels so happy to be able to get together with such a whole family.

Their daily lives are preoccupied with unbroken routines.  Cazim not only works for a living, but also helps work at home.  Early in the morning he woke his son and wife to morning prayers. It's been a year since they've been together lately.

“Come, wake up wake up!”  Cazim beat the pot with a spoon, his voice was noisy.  Developing wives and children by shaking their bodies is free.  So this is what he did.  

He went from room one to room.  After waking Chesy up in her room, she moved into the children's room and did the same activity.  

The children are awake, even with sleepy eyes.  Everyone rubbed their eyes.

Revalina yawns.  Rajani scratches hair.  Rafa slams the body back into the bed.

“Hey hey, let's get up!”  Cazim re-establishes Rafa's body.

The boy's body was already sitting position on the pull of his hand, but the eyes still bristled.  

The three children had all sat down, but their eyes remained closed.

“Who does not want to pray at dawn?  Those who do not pray will go to hell.  Hell is hot.  Come on, anyone want to go to hell?” Cazim smiled looking at the children who immediately opened their eyes.

“No, abi!” reply Revalina quickly.

“The first time that is snorted is the practice of prayer loh, if the prayer is bad, then bad is the other practice,” said Cazim.

The three children listened, now their eyes were perfectly literate.

“But children do not have to pray, abi,” chirp Rafa lightly.  “We are not yet in puberty.  Tomorrow if you are new baligh can pray regularly.”

“If it is already baligh, obligatory prayer.  And before puberty also keep praying, to train yourself, teach yourself discipline and responsibility.  Remember, for children who are ten years old, the prayer must have been done.  And if at the age of ten years still do not want to pray, then it can be beaten.  Soon you will be entering the age of ten.  You have to learn discipline.  When the dawn of the Adhan reverberates, quickly get up and wudhu!  Come on come on, hurry!” decah Cazim.

 Brang!

The loud sound of the pot being hit made the three boys scatter into the toilet.  Scramble.  Each other, push each other.

“Awas, Revalina first!”

“Do not block.”

“This is why pull gini!”

“Do not push.”

Waduh, if it has gone together even become rowdy like this.

“Rafa, you're a boy, wudhunya in another room only!” cazim's word makes Rafa run away.

Starting tomorrow, Rafa must have moved.  Not one room with the other twin.

At dawn, Cazim performed it at home.  Heavy rain made him lazy to move to the mosque.  He became a priest, taking his wife and children.

His sweet voice while reciting Al Fatihah made Chesy bristle.  How beautiful the chant of the verse is. The chant that is called to praise the name of the Lord.

“Allahu Akbar!”  Cazim called for takbir, changing the sitting position between prostrations to the prostration position.

Whispers in calling the majesty of God also felt penetrated into the soul in the prostration position together with husband and child.  Coolness flows in the bushes.  Everything feels beautiful and moving.  Pride, selfishness and anger are no more.  Everything felt low, just as low as the head that was put down.

Puuuuthis.

What is that sound?  

The focus of the kesusyukan prostration was dissolved to hear the sound of the mamiri wind that glided freely with its beauty.

The sound of a small laugh from the back enlivened the room.  Giggling.  Then I heard a small whisper.  “Bauk!”

“Allahu Akbar.”  Cazim pronounces takbir for final dungyat.

Already in that position was still heard a commotion behind.whether what sound.

“Assalamualaikum warahmatullah.” Cazim said hello, turning left and right.

After praying for a while, Cazim reversed his sitting position, cross-legged facing his son and wife who then took turns to greet his hands in reverence.

“Rafa farting!” exclaiming Revalina loudly, pointing at Rafa with sewot.

Rafa chuckles.  “Neither can be withheld.  Out yourself.”

“If you want e’ek, spout go there.  Don't even make people want to vomit smell your fart!” pissed Revalina.

“Tauk nih Rafa, the smell is not very clear.  I think it has long been not beol deh, so it smells gini,” chirps Rajani with calm while pinching the nose.

Seeing the reaction of his children, Cazim smiled.

“So this way, if it has farted, then the prayer is off.  Illegal,” said Cazim with sneyum.

“Yaaah.. So Rafa can not charity dong tired of participating in the prayer movement since?” rafa Protest.

“Those charitable calculations only God knows.  Rafa was already intending to worship, so God must have calculated that.  God is not sleeping.  All the practices and sins in the world will be counted without the slightest harm.  But for the prayer that was done earlier remains invalid, because the wind is one that can cancel ablution and prayer.  So, Rafa has to come back and repeat the prayer.”

Well, Cazim is good if the matter of preaching, the practice is difficult.  He was a former fake.  The proof, since long ago he was very familiar with the laws and rules of religion, but not practiced.  Hopefully from now on he can practice the knowledge he has.

“Come fast, before dawn runs out!” decreed Chesy.

Rafa walked away from the prayer room.

Rajani moves in and sits on Cazim's lap, writhing spoiled.

Revalina nyender on Chesy's arm.

“So who whispers during prayer?” ask Cazim.

“Revalina tuh!” appoint Rajani.

“When prayers are prohibited from reciting readings other than prayer readings yes.  Next time can not be repeated again,” said Cazim.

Revalina hid her face behind Chesy's face, blushing in shame.

“Alright, you guys teach ya!  It's a holiday!  Your time is used to teach until the sun rises.  Take the Quran, abi will guide you to teach!” decah Cazim.

“If it's a holiday, why don't we have a holiday, abi?” ask Rajani.

“Rajani want a holiday?”

“Iya.”  Rajani nodded.

“Yes already, nnti after teaching, you take a shower and pack.  We'll go on-road.”

“Horeeeee!”

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