The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
246 Mother's Speech Is Prayer
During the day, Ayra, who had been almost three months, did not take Ammar and Qiya. Finally going to school for his son. Ammar and Qiya ask Ayra to come to take the results of their children's learning for a year.
Ayra was forced to take Intan to school for her two children. Because of Ammar and Qiya's request. Those who will soon be entering SD.
Arriving at school, Ayra hands Ibrahim over to Intan. Ayra goes into the usual room her children study with her friends. One result that boasts of his son's values looks good. Even for the daily prayers of his children get many stars in his achievement book. Ayra was also happy.
For him, it is not only the intelligence he wants to achieve in educating his three children. Rather intelligent, humble and useful science. When going home from the achievement book of his baby. He sat under a tree with Intan. He had just given his third son ASI in the empty Ammar classroom. Now he is waiting for his two children who are buying their favorite food in the school cafeteria. Because today is the last day his children go to school in that place.
As Ayra was confirming Ibrahim's slightly exposed clothes, she saw a mother scolding her son for falling down while walking. Even the mother chided her child with the words Bo doh, to lol, be go. All kinds of the same words pray for the child so profusely out of the lips of the woman named Mother. What makes Ayra quickly approached not because the mother just nagged. The mother hit her son many times. What makes Ayra sad, the mother repeatedly berated her son named Ibrahim.
Not because of the same name but the honor of Ayra in the name of Abraham is the name of a prophet. So it would be nice if a mother gives a name taken from the name of the prophet, or friends do not get angry at the child, it even means to berate the name itself.
"Ibra him.... Dork, bego.... How many times have you told me that his eyes squirm!"
Ayra quickly pulled the child because the mother repeatedly pinched the child who did not want to ride on the motor after being scolded for falling.
"Mother... istighfar.he's your flesh and blood."
"Don't interfere! He's my son?!" Snapped the mother.
Ayra pulled the child behind her body.
"Mother's aware. Mother is not just insulting Mother's son named Ibrahim. But indirectly, the mother also insulted the prophet named Abraham. Without the mother knowing, the mother who makes the mother's child becomes like the mother's speech. Because my mother said it repeatedly. Be careful, ma'am, if he is guilty he can be advised not in a hit or a man until he is scolded many times."
The mother sat on her motorbike. He took a deep breath. The woman was actually feeling tired due to increasingly difficult economic conditions. An unattentive husband plus the child who may not be able to attend school near his home, because he does not charge enough. Making him vent to his son a sense of annoyance in him because the child made a small mistake.
The mother covered her face on top of her matic motor speedometer.
Ayra rubbed her mother's back gently.
After the mother calmed down. Ayra sat down in a squatting position in front of a little boy named Ibrahim.
"Your name is Ibrahim?,"
Still with sobs, the boy nodded his head. Ayra wiped away the tears on the boy's cheek.
"Ibrahim don't cry. Mother was tired again, so Abraham had to obey his mother."
The mother who was crying silently came down from the motorbike. After that, he hugged his son. Ayra could see from the eyes of the mother that the mother was sorry. So that Ayra was happy because she really understood how to be a mother with conditions that are not the same as her. He often heard complaints from his alumni friends in grub wa. Even the idea that 'Ayra the wife of the sultan is the same as us', is often thrown at him.
"Usahakan do not call his name in full if you want to scold him. Because it is glorious to name a child. Abraham is the name of one of the prophets. Especially with the name Ahmad, Muhammad."
The mother thanked him and said goodbye. Ayra was very sad when she saw the parents scolding the child by reviling him, insulting him, yelling at him, let alone comparing him with other children.
Ayra sat down while hugging Ibrahim. She never thought, just like a mother can have hatred for children. In order to have children, a mother has to feel pain for nine months. Not to mention the birthing process that will risk lives. There are many people who want to have children. It is precisely the mother who has children will very easily have a great hatred when the child does wrong.
"Why do you think a mother can be so quick to anger her son Ntan?"
Ayra asked Intan's opinion from earlier also noticed that the mother had scolded her son and also berated his baby.
"Maybe it's because of the hassle of being a mother." Answer Intan spontaneously. Ayra turned to look at Intan.
"Tomorrow if you become a mother. Try not to make your happiness based on the amount of money, based on the attention of the husband, based on the child who must be smart. Because if a mother is stressed then believe all residents of the house will not feel happiness let alone the husband will be successful. It's hard to feel."
Intan curious.
"Then how's Mom?"
"Entan. Is it because I don't experience like most people. I am struggling with treasure, so I can tell people to be patient when economic affairs hit. I have a husband whose attention is lost there are wives who have never been noticed. I can still go there when there are wives on the bridle."
"Maybe because everyone has their own burdens and exams."
Ayra turned to her direction immediately.
"You're right. I was thinking of creating a community for mothers so they wouldn't be stressed."
"I mean Mom?"
Ayra has been one of the leaders of the organization for a year. He began to think of gathering some of his organization friends. She has a mission, with the incident just now she has a responsibility as a woman. It can be a motivation for other women. So he quickly handed Ibrahim over to Intan.
He recorded his idea on a brown cell phone. He has two cell phones now. One for organization, proselytizing and friends. Couple with Bram. It's just special for families.
"Yes, I have to use the media. All media in order to attract mothers who experience problems are not too depressed with their problems. I'll ask Bram's permission and opinion." Ayra's mind was monologuing in her heart.
If the founders of this country fight against the invaders must sacrifice their lives. So now he must also fight, helping this country so that women or mothers who as the first madrasah of children become a strong figure, not easily desperate. Not easily give up.
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