THE DAWN IS TWILIGHT
03. FTS

My name is Dusk Lazuardi Permana, People call me Dusk. I work as a teacher in a non-formal school equivalent to Elementary School. Besides I teach general materials I also specialize in teaching the Qur'an and Tahsin. I have 4 children, 2 boys and 2 girls.

The new status that I am looking at requires me to work harder. The little ones need me to be more productive.

7 Months ago, that morning I last saw my husband's smile. The smile that always sows, I still can't forget my husband. I always try to keep myself busy to be able to move on faster. My husband left without any previous message.

My daily activities can be fairly monotonous, maybe if not for the sake of my children I would have resigned from the beginning. But there are them as my encouragement. The school I teach at is not very big. The salary I get is also not enough for our daily life. Poor look at the children who since 7 months ago almost no time to play with me, other than they play alone with the neighborhood children.

I don't know what my destiny will be like after this, but I hope Allaah will make me a good mother to my children.

Asholatu khoirum........

The dawn prayer is almost here, I woke up my firstborn. Because it's my son's custom to wake up at this time and go to the mosque.

"Abang..... Nak.... Wake up, come in at dawn...."

"Yes umma......"

He was a submissive child, loving his younger siblings. Even though he was 8 years old, he understood quite well about my condition. He's not ashamed if I ask him to help me sell around the housing complex where I live. As usual after the dawn prayer, He will help me make a snack that I put in the school cafeteria, quite good for buying a side dish everyday.

"Abang.... Wake up, son, ask to pray after that brother took a bath. Later umma take my brother to school."

"Ready umma!"

My husband is from a Malay bhumi in west Sumatera in the city of padang. Until I was a little carried away with the custom that it brought. Like calling my eldest son brother, my second and third daughters by the call of uni.

My eldest son loved his grandfather very much. Never high-pitched when advising adeknya, not like me who always my voice screeching filled all the space in my house.

I was a little depressed with my condition, struggling alone with 4 minors. Until my patience is almost eroded by it, the fatigue of wanting to give up almost often I feel at the beginning of my heavy day.

"Ummas.... Cook what? Today the same union Khuzama do not need to bring supplies yes, later in the school there is a share of supplies."

"Yes son.... Now take a shower and fast morning prayers yes, after breakfast."

"Yes Umma."

After finishing with his morning routine, Dusk drove his two daughters first to school. Only after that left for the school where he taught which was also where his son studied.

"Assalamu'alaykum Ustadzah Dusk...."

"Wa'alaykumussalam's chat.... Shobakhul Khayr."that's how Dusk, as heavy as the burden on which the smile never wears off from him. Joy always adorns the steps that can be transmitted to all who see it.

"Alhamdulillaah khayran Ustadzah."

These are my days, the smile of my protege is the mood booster in my morning stand. After the scene of the drama like a telenovela with my second daughter and also my youngest son. My youngest son is only 2 years old and knows 6 months, so every teaching I always take him. School is a second home for him, even at school I bring a baby bed or mattress for him to sleep. Understand the hours of sleep is still a lot and not regular not infrequently He fell asleep face down on my desk.

"Yes thullab (practitioner of knowledge).... Let's time to line up. Ustadzah count to ten yes, wahid.... Isnaini.... Tsalatha..... Arba 'a.... Khonsa....." My initial routine of leading the line after the bell rang, it was my duty because the trust given to me as a court of chantry or student discourse (deputy student school principal). Why am I being treated as a student discourse, maybe because I am fierce hahaha. But neither are they on the same darling of me. Staying in me discipline is mandatory in motion from an early age.

Pointing one of the santri to lead the march. Students at my school from grade 1 to grade 6 new 50 santri. Not much, but we hope from them the rewards flow for us for the knowledge we teach.

After finishing the line-lined and apperception they continued to go to their respective classes to continue their next routine, as usual they would do morning dhikr together. Only then did they go to halaqah tahfidz respectively.

"Ustadzah Dusk.... Asked Ustadz Ahmad to the office."

I immediately slide into the office, it turns out there already mbak Ida as admin. They look like sumringah let alone mbak Ida.

"Assalamu'analykum..."

"Wa'alaykumussalam, tafadholi Ustadzah Dusk please enter."

"Na'am Ustadz."

"We're going to heal-healing Ustadzah."

I just furrowed my eyebrows, without understanding what my love admin meant.

"Ustadzah Dusk, we previously thanked jazaakillaahu khayran for his efforts for this school. Bi'idznillaah with Allaah's permission our proposal was accepted."

"Alhamdulilla.... Maa sya Allaah very good news Ustadz."

"But there are conditions that we must do, according to the orders of the boss or CEO of the company that channel the rope of compassion. Ask the Twilight Ustadzah to represent later. And I have determined that Ustadzah Dusk departs with mbak Ida."

"Sorry Ustadz before, why should I? And how long do I have to follow this activity?"

"I myself do not know Ustadzah reason for sure, probably because of the Twilight Ustadzah in the video we sent. In accordance with the rundown that has been sent by the organizer of the activity carried out for one month.''

"I can't replace Ustadz because I can't leave the kids.''

"Later we think together the way out of Ustadzah, which must be the management asked Ustadzah who was present to represent."

"Na'am Ustadz, yassarallahu lakum may Allaah ease."

After finishing from the headmaster's room, Dusk did not immediately return to the local. He stopped at the admin room which was also where the teachers gathered. There are already some Ustadzah who are preparing teaching materials.

"Sir Ida can I try to be replaced with others? If I go how about Khunais, that certainly can't stay. Want the same nitipin mother, if you do not spend money is also not comfortable mbak. Fear even ngrepotin him too."

"Try later I asked Ustadzah if I could bring the children of Ustadzah. Who knows they could provide temporary babysitting services during Ustadzah activities."

"Then Khurayya, Khaulah and Khuzama how did you?"

"Yes, too, Ustadzah!"

"Try asking the party there mbak, whether I can be replaced or not. If the reason remains no, ask to contact me mbak."

"Sipz Ustadzah."

"Yes already... Thanks for returning to the local area again."

"OK ontadzah!"

"Yes Allaah... Make it easy after this. May there be a best way out."dusk monologue

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

..."Dusk teaches us that beauty doesn't have to come early."...