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SPECIAL EPISODE OF EID AL ADHA

EID AL ADHA - DINDA X JAKA

The clock did not show at 4 am and Dinda had finished her cooking. Vegetable bayan and corn, fried chicken, potato parchment, also crackers. Deftly Dinda arranged it on the table, then returned to prepare hot tea and milk for her children.

“Morning, Beb.” Erza hugged Dinda from behind.

“Udah wake up, Za?”

“Huum, can't stand the same smell. More can not stand anymore because there is nothing nemenin under the blanket,” dreadlocks Erza as usual.

“Ck, can it, lo! Oh, yes, wake up the kids gih, we eat sahur first.” Dinda kissed her husband's forehead before returning to the dining table.

“Oh, yes, today Arafah fast, yes?” Erza stroked Dinda's arm.

“Yes, there wake up the kids, especially Kenzo, it's hard for him to wake up. Just water gebyurin if you don't want to wake up.” Kikih Dinda, sometimes keki also see the behavior of the second child.

“Morning, Ma,” greetings Kezia, the eldest cheerfully and then kissed Dinda's cheek.

“Again, Zi, Where's Kenzo?”

“Still built, Papa. Zizi help what, Ma?” ask Kezia to offer help.

“Help with food aja.” Dinda Smile.

Kezia smiled sweetly, Dinda's eldest child grew up beautifully. His face did not look like Erza or Dinda because Kezia was adopted. Although an adopted child but Erza and Dinda loved Kezia as much as their own children, never even differentiated their love treatment of Kezia or Kenzo.

“Zizi!! Where are you taking my comics?!” yelled Kenzo as soon as he arrived.

“Hush, Kenzo!! Early in the morning scream what, anyway?” Dinda ngomel's.

“This, Ma! Brother Zizi take my comic. Though Kenzo hasn't read.” Kenzo.

“Enak your comic, then buy money who? Not going to be Kakutin if not baliin money Kakar as well.” Kezia stuck out her tongue.

“Yes, no money yet, Zi.” Kenzo scratched his head then sat down at the dining table.

“Already come sahur first, hunt imsak.” Dinda scoops vegetables onto Erza's plate, new to her kids' plate.

They enjoy eating their sahur before starting today. A fast that falls on the 9th day of Dzulhijjah which coincides the day before Eid al-Adha.

“Ma, tomorrow to the place of Eyang Uti again?” ask Kezia suddenly.

“Iya, donk, I will rarely visit the house of Eyang Uti, on average only fitting holidays because of the practice of Mama's holiday,” replied Dinda.

“Yes, Zizi can not come anyway?”

“Why?” Erza's face hardened, her eyebrows linked.

“Kan yesterday pas lebaran already, time yes again?” Kezia put the rice in his mouth.

“Well, silahturami is important, Zi. Respect for parents is even more important! Why don't you like Uti?” Dinda clasped her daughter's hand.

“Mama's right, Zi. Why is Eyang Uti?” Erza had finished her bribe and turned away, focusing on her daughter.

“Erm .. not really. Want to play the same temen-temen.” Elak Kezia, he could not tell his parents that he felt his Grandpa did not love him at all because he was a foster child. How to treat him with Kenzo is different, Uti is more often angry with him, showering him with scolding, while Kenzo, the favorite grandson like Prince in the eyes of Uti.

Kezia still knows himself, he is an adopted child, he must not disappoint his parents just because he is jealous of Kenzo who gets more affection from their Uti.

“Yes, let's take ablution and pray!” Erza got up, Dinda cleaned the table assisted Kezia first before following her husband.

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Dinda wrapped the rice grains into the woven janur, the plan is they will make ketupat to break the fast later in the afternoon. With painstaking and deft Dinda completed her task. Bi Yem and Kezia are busy processing chicken for opor sauce.

“Zi, here, Mama wants to talk.” Dinda handed the ketupat to Bi Yem.

“Good, Ma.” Kezia got up and approached, sitting beside Dinda.

Dinda stared at her daughter's face for a moment, besides being beautiful, Kezia was also very sweet. He was a little tomboyy when he was a kid because Erza taught him to play drums. But the bigger, the more can beautify themselves. Kezia knows when to be a sweet beautiful girl, when to be a cool girl who thumped the dram in high spirits.

“Tell Mama your daily life lately, Zi.”

“About what?” Kezia's confused.

“Lecture, Band, love story, Arkash?” Dinda mentioned the name that made Kezia immediately scowl.

“Ck, don't mention that name, Ma. Bete Zizi.” Kezia immediately pouted.

“Smiling donk! New fasting hlo!” Dinda pulled the corner of Kezia's mouth with her index finger.

“Iya, Mother. After Mama mentioned a name that makes gemes.” Kezia propped up his chin, his hands playing with the rest of the jan leaves. Still vividly reminded of Arkash's obvious presence a week ago, he went to watch with a close friend Kezia. Arkash said he only accompanied her as a friend, but for Kezia it was cheating, and cheating should be unforgivable.

Patience, Zi, patience, new fasting, can not cry, there are still many other guys who are better than Arkash. Zizi encourages himself in his heart, maybe Arkash is getting bored, they have been 6 years, and their relationship has also started to cool.

“Zi ... Kezia?!” Dinda wiggled the arm of her son who was found daydreaming.

“Ah, Yes Ma?” Kezia jerks.

“Tell me Mama why don't you go to Eyang's house?”

“Eyang does not love Zizi because Zizi is only a foster child,” said Kezia.

“Who said?!” Dinda was in shock, so all this time Kezia held back.

“Taste aja, Ma. The treatment of Eyang to Zizi is the same to Zozo it is different.” Kezia got up, stroked his chest to ease his heart. Duh, fasting even a lot of trials, ranging from the mind of Arkash to the question of Mama about the treatment of Eyang.

“Patience, yes, dear. Uti must have its own reasons.” Dinda patted Kezia on the back, channeling a sense of warmth.

“Yes already, Zizi wants to take a shower keep resting. Kenzo is coming home soon to the bathroom.” Kezia left Dinda who still looked at him gently.

“OK.”

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It did not feel like the day was getting dark, the reddish rays no longer looked inside the windows of Erza and Dinda's house. Replace with bright lights. The sound of the bedug adzan magrib rang everywhere, bringing beautiful chants to all Muslims.

The four of them had gathered in the middle of the living room, reciting a short prayer before breaking their fast.

“Alhamdulillah!” the fourth exclaim, then taste warm sweet tea accompanied by some light snacks and fruits.

“Kenzo, slow to, Son!” Dinda shook her head as she watched Kenzo finish a glass of tea quickly until she choked.

“Haus, Ma!!” exciting Kenzo.

“Ya indeed, her name is also restraint. Tapikan does not stop there, Kenzo, after that also had to hold back,” said Dinda.

“OK.”

“Yuk pray, then we eat. Bi Yem has angetin his ketupat,” invite Dinda, he holds Erza's hand.

Gurgling water soaks the face as well as the body, the chanting of prayer resounds in the heart while taking ablution water, implying self-cleaning from all manner of sins and wrongs before facing God.

The four took a prayer stance, offering prayers facing towards the Qibla. Erza becomes a faith for her small family, Dinda and Kezia are tangled up behind Erza and Kenzo.

“Amin.” The four of them rubbed their faces to end their magrib prayers this afternoon.

Dinda kissed the back of her husband's hand, followed by their children. Dinda hugged Erza still with a pure white rug and a radiant face. Erza kissed Dinda's head while her two children were busy fighting with their mouths.

There is nothing more grateful than to hold her husband's body tightly, while watching their children grow up healthy and well. Dinda never thought her once sinful self could be allowed God to have such a beautiful life like this. Dinda unconsciously shed her tears.

“Nangis anyway?” Erza rubbed the melt.

“Terharu, Yes. The favors God gave are amazing.” Dinda Smile.

“Huum, already do not cry, should instead be happy donk.” Erza hugged Dinda even tighter before tucking her lips.

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Tomorrow ...

Kenzo was ready, wearing a clean white cocoa shirt, a dazzling green tosca plaid holster. He uses enough perfume to make Kezia dizzy.

“Let's God, the bonus is girl.” Kenzo raised his eyebrows.

“Basic lizard, pantes aja romance story I never smooth! Karma because my sister playboy her god level!” grumbling Kezia then memahut his rukoh.

“Lo stomach again the same Arkash?” Kenzo pulls Kezia's arm.

“No, I've broken up.”

“He makes you sad, Zi? Want me to help you break?” Problem anarchy ma, Kenzo number one. Ck, Erza's son is really a boy.

“Hish!! There is even considered to be a dead love for him. I'm OK, no problem! I can even break up from toxic relationship kek gini.” Kezia gave a rough sigh.

“Lo better dapet pantes, Zi.”

“Thanks, Bro!! Elo also pliss really don't be gonna change a mute girl! What pity does this beautiful brother lo if played by a guy?”

“Ck, if that's not a promise, it's already in my soul, Kenzo was created to admire women.” Kenzo's brace was welcomed by Kezia.

Eventually they walked together, separated because Erza and Kenzo were sitting in the front row. Dinda and Kezia in the back row along with the other women.

The prayer of the two rakaats connected with the Sermon was completed with solemnity. The pilgrims look so radiant happy, after this they will slaughter sacrificial animals and share them with poor and underprivileged pilgrims. Erza sacrificed a cow and two goats. The goat was bought from Kenzo and Kezia savings money, they had learned to sacrifice since childhood, Dinda taught them to always set aside a little pocket every month.

“Zi!” A handsome man was seen calling out Kezia's name. He also wears a neat shirt with a sarong wrapped around his waist.

“Ngapain lo here??” Kezia was surprised, isn't the house of Arkash different complex, why is the guy praying here? Intentionally or intentionally stray?

“Gw mo sorry.”

“Udah I'm sorry, hopefully elo happy yes,” said Kezia. Still unwilling to look at the handsome face of the man in front of him.

“Ck, very bad anyway. Please sorry I donk Zi. Elo time could throw away our love story for six years so?” Arkash takes Kezia's hand.

“Please!!” Kezia.

“Please, Zi. Only elo I love.”

Kezia fell silent, why couldn't she deny his feelings for Arkash so much. Though Kezia knew, one hundred percent knew that the man in front of him right now was a prick, a cheat, a toxic, but why? Why did Kezia fall out with her apology?

“Huft, yes I'm sorry. But don't repeat that again, yeah!” Kezia walked home, a little peking his subordinates so as not to get dirty.

“Thanks, Zi. I promise I won't admit mistakes again.” Arkash took Kezia's hand, and brought the girl back.

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Kezia was a little relieved because the problem with Arkash was finished, now there was an eye uti problem that made him lazy to move from the top of the sofa.

“Nak, come!” Dinda waved at Kezia.

“Iya yes.”

“Don't pout donk! The time on victory day is pouting! Free you restrained yourself from fasting yesterday.” Dinda stroked Kezia's curly black hair.

Kezia smiled wryly and nodded. During the trip he chose to look out the window, while Kenzo was engrossed in playing the game. The journey of two hours felt so fast for Kezia who did not want to arrive soon.

“Assalamualaikum, Bu.” Erza and Dinda greeted each other, they kissed the back of Laras's hand, Erza's mother, and Kenzo and Kezia followed.

“Walaikumsalam, let's go in and out!” The barrel hugged Kenzo's back, making Kezia sneak her lips up.

They sat down to enjoy the garden that belonged to Erza's parents. Snacking on some types of pastries and also ready-to-drink orange juice.

“What mom cooks?” Dinda switched to help Barrel in the kitchen.

“Same rendang cooking gulai, earlier the meat Mother soak young pineapple for a while so tender.” The barrel stirred its not yet fully matured cooking.

“Kezia!! Here!! Bantuin Eyang, girls are just lazy!” Laras screamed when he found Kezia sitting down and playing with her phone.

Ck, just now also sat down, grumbled Kezia inwardly.

“Kenzo, honey, you want this? Want to make a sponge cake? Favourites?” Barrel turns on Kenzo, offering what he can, Kezia instantly turns the corner of his lips, Dinda concealing her gel taste.

“Kenzo is not a son of Kindergarten, Uti, do not like sponge, likes girls,” replied Kenzo grinning.

Plaque!! Erza bluffed Kenzo's head with the magazine.

“Insaf, Son!! Insaf!! Astafirullah!!” Erza stroked her chest, laughing cheerfully. Seeing Kenzo who is more and more similar to himself who has no morals first.

“Sick to know, Pah!”

The baras kept nagging, giving Kezia some encouragement. One of the vegetable mowings aja Laras can rave Kezia along the train path majoring Jakarta-Solo, how about one of salt love try?!

Wejangan did not even stop there, Laras even said things about being a good child, a righteous, self-knowing, who did not reveal the makeup of the body.

When stopping? Bored! thought Kezia.

Finally, lazy and angry Kezia slammed the dinner rag and ran outside, crying on the porch of the house. Dinda wants to chase Kezia, but Laras blocks Dinda. He gave the code to let it catch up with Kezia.

“Don't be hard, yeah, Mom. Kezia is still a child.” Pinta Dinda's.

“Ck, already college kok small.” Laras said.

The old woman walked slowly towards the terrace, she sat on a chair, while Kezia sat on the floor hugging her knees crying.

“Why cry? Which Uti words make you hurt?”

Kezia fell silent, he knew very well that as an adopted child he should not be hurt by a difference.

“Sorry, Uti. Kezia wrong.” Kezia apologized and wiped his tears.

“From!”

With weight Kezia rose up and approached Laras. Laras smiled and stroked Kezia's face, his wrinkled old eyes looking at Kezia's past-goals.

“Beautiful, full of charm, you good boy, Zi. Uti educated you hard because you're a girl. Uti doesn't want you to fall into the wrong company, Uti wants you to take care of the household as well as your Mama. Want you to be independent and be the wife of sholeha.”

“Uti .. hiks, hiks,” cries Kezia.

“Maafin Uti yes, Zi. Uti kike kok same you, not differentin same Zozo, Uti hard also because dear.” The old woman patted Kezia on the back.

“Kezia also dear Uti.”

“Now do not have bad thoughts if Uti bedain love Uti same you. Kenzo was spoiled because he was a kid. And we are big. It used to be a little time when Uti Manjaain Zizi - right? Don't you remember?”

“Remember, Uti.” Nod Kezia in the arms of Laras.

“Many nagging because dear, Nak.”

“Zizi thinks Uti is not dear because Zizi is only an adopted child, and Kenzo is Papa's biological child. Sorry Zizi yes.”

“Zi, adopted children with biological children are also the same, if you are willing to take care of those who must be accounted for by God. Uti kasih wijangan also so that you become a good child, so Uti is not afraid when told to face Rahmatullah tomorrow.” Barrels stroking Kezia's hair.

Erza and Dinda saw this from inside the house. Dinda cried when she heard that, but her heart was happy because Kezia's problem could be solved well.

“Thank you, Uti.”

“Sama-sama, Zi. Now rise up, there is still a kilo of meat that you must slice-iris.”

“Yah!!” Kezia frowned again.

Dinda chuckled as she wiped away the tears in the corner of her pretty eyes.

Gratitude is a major part of sacrifice. Not only grateful for the material he got, but also the peace of heart and happiness of his family.

— SPECIAL EID ADHA END —

Look forward to the funny story of Kezia and Kenzo who comment on your feelings, only on SIDE TO SIDE - JAKA.

Author Rengginan

Happy Eid al-Adha to those who celebrate.

Lope yu gaes, bless you!! 🥰🥰

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Special thanks to author Ryni HS who has been willing to become an impromptu editor. 😘