ONE THIRD OF NIGHT
MORNING PLAYS
...-HAPPY READING-...
...“Respect your efforts, respect yourself. Self-respect leads to self-discipline. When you have both firmly under your belt, that’s real power.” – Clint Eastwood...
...“Respect Your efforts, respect Yourself. Self-respect leads to self-discipline. When you have both under your belt, it is true strength.”...
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After telling her all, Nayla returned to the room. It was late, and Shaka had also returned home.
Nayla still needs a lot of rest, her body is still not fully healed. Fortunately, Gibran brought her home. On the way home, Nayla only saw the sky through the car window, she did not want to look at Gibran.
About thalia or ... Thania, Nayla doesn't understand yet. His second face looked the same, Nayla could not tell the difference. It's just ... Thalia was her employee at the cafe, obviously she knew Thalia well.
Thira ... Amora.
If Thania's name, Thania Amora grisam. What's thalia's name? And is it true the second ... The twins? Because both of them look the same.
The hair of their shoulder-length bangs, the same one was pitch-black. Thania's clothes, I don't know. Because Nayla never saw her employees. Thalia, wearing casual clothes, Nayla could not distinguish or compare her.
Nayla jumped in shock when Nayra's whereabouts had already entered her room. He's a whiny worthy of his burglar being caught. "Hi!"
Nayla smiles in her welcome. "What's wrong?" His position was already sitting on the bed.
Nayra pulls up Nayla's desk chair, bringing her closer to her sister. "Where?"
Nayla frowned. "Where, what?"
"That's it," angered Nayra.
"I'm also thinking, too" Nayla lays herself on her bed, on her back. "That ... The nia? What's it, the thalia's twin? It's really similar, really!"
Nayra went to bed, laying down her own beside the master of the mattress. "I have a story."
After that Nayra told about Gibran, about Gibran who might be obsessed with the brother, about Gibran who planned the case of poisoning the student at that time. And if it's Gibran?
Then why did Gibran drive him home? Why would a gibran seem to want to keep her from ... Thania at that time. Gibran, why?
Nayra was silent after she finished telling the story, Nayla did not respond at all while Nayra was telling the story. And Nayra also did not stop to keep telling stories. The two of them were silent, looking at the ceiling of the star-shaped room there.
"Eventually stardom is going to go away from me. It goes away from everyone and all you have in the end is to be able to look back and like the choices you made,"
(“Finally fame will disappear from me. It's missing from everyone and all you have in the end is being able to look back and like the choices you made.”)
Nayra clearly understood the words of her brother. The obvious thing was, slowly the problem appeared in front of them, could not dodge, and could no longer return to the back. Look ahead, live the problem, don't run.
"We walk the same way" said Nayra hugging Nayla from the side.
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03.20
Nayla woke up again in the third tonight, she was awake and while awake there was the figure of her sister who was hugging her from the side. Nayla smiled, not intending to build Nayra and immediately headed for the bathroom.
I don't know, Nayla doesn't know either. However, Nayla was very grateful. On all his, especially his god, Allah SWT. Nayla's condition was back healthy, Nayla was not feeling dizzy in her head, and her body was really fresh now.
Especially after the shower, Nayla was done with her bathroom. Then stretched out his prayer rug, his mukena had Nayla wear and immediately implement his tahajud prayer.
Nayla cries at her prayers, trying to stay solemn. Long prostration, Nayla prayed there very long. After finishing with her prayers, Nayla resumed her prayers.
The prayer is very long. Nayla thought about the event that happened earlier, praying that it would be farthest from the danger. Praying to be protected, praying to always keep his gaze from the non-mahram, praying that Istiqomah always against Allah SWT.
Nayla came back crying, crying unstoppable. Her tears came out unstoppable, she silenced her mouth so that Nayra would not hear her.
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At the same time, Shaka wakes up. Awake to race to send his prayers to the sky, competing healthily there.
Shaka prayed that all his affairs be made easy, all his obstacles be launched, all his obstacles smooth, everything that does not belong to him is kept away. And if he is the best mate, then near is O Allah.
"Amine ... Allahumma amen ..."
Shaka doesn't think about thinking. I'm running out of words to say, and I don't intend to think about it because I don't want to say.
When she finished, Shaka got up from her seat. Intending to go out eager to patrol the area of the son only. The atmosphere is very fresh this morning, soon the most crowded because it will be until dawn.
Shaka returned home, wanting to bring his small Qur'an mushaf, which he used to use, was left behind. However, Shaka instead meets the umma who may want to take a drink.
"Assalamualaikum, umma?"
Ameera turned her head slightly, then smiled as she turned her back. "Wa'alaikumussalam ... Where are you from, mas?"
Shaka kisses ameera's hand. "Once it's gone, it's gonna take the missing mushaf."
Ameera. "Umma's also gonna grab a drink, umma first, huh?"
Shaka smiled and allowed Ameera to walk. "Yes, umma."
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"Sister!"
Nayla jumped in shock as she knocked on the door and the sound was a little loud. What's gotta be going on? Thought Nayla, because of her unusual awakening Nayla. Because Nayla will wake up, even if not awakened.
"Yes, mother!" The voice is no less screaming too.
Nayla got up from her seat, closed the Qur'an mushaf and rose to the door without letting go of her face first.
Zara with her mukena now looks panicked. "Mother why?"
"Where are you!" Pinta Zara panicked. "Udah mother cariin in the same room bathroom, no! That's ilang!"
Nayla held back her laughter, then looked back. There's Nayra just coming out of her bathroom. Nayla's widened the door a little. "That's mom, the kid?" Say it with the ruckus at the end.
Zara walked by flicking her mukena skirt, walking with her legs stomped madly. His goal was to lick the youngest's ear because it had let panic like this. "Oh God! Bunda~ is sick!"
Nayra was hysterical because the mother's jeweran was really sick. Nayla chuckles amusedly looking at her.
Abyan came up with his panicked face, a little dull from running down the stairs. "Why! Mother why!"
The Jewess was let loose, Nayra looked at her father with a sick feeling, Zara looked at her husband with her upset face. Nayla couldn't bear to laugh.
HAHA ...
"Morning is drama, wonder me!"
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