The Struggle of a Child
My brother's critical questions
Spontaneous my sister left the woman. Grumbling with all the deep annoyance seen from the corner of my sister's eyes.
The door that opened wide now he passed spontaneously by carrying his hot heart. His footsteps disappeared without direction.
That woman who is none other than our surrogate mother is now taking a breath. It was as if he wanted to leave everything to the Almighty. His middle-aged face now looked sad. The frustration now haunts him. My sister who can't soften herself now makes me look at her.
He who was still flinching with all the thoughts that were afflicting him made him look sad. His unclear attitude made me sometimes even more confused. Our surrogate mother could say she was not evil. But sometimes he can be like a scary monster. Getting angry for no reason. In fact, sometimes the seemingly trivial problems she likes to raise her become such a big problem that a storm is present in our house.
That's how the mother kept us. Sometimes he ignores us and sometimes he cares about us. He who often fickle no doubt became a trigger for quarrels in our house. His sometimes erratic nature makes my sister growled at him.
" Liyan, what time is it?" Ask my mother flat.
I was still in the third grade of elementary school and had learned a little how to look at the clock.
"Hour 10:15 WIB ?" Still staring at the clock.
"Why hasn't your dad come home yet?" Her question was worried. " It's Friday." Staring out.
Slowly, he walked into the kitchen to get a glass and brewed the tea powder with warm water.
" Liyan, you want to?" She shifted her body slightly by showing a glass on the table that she brewed to make sweet tea.
" Suffer." Shaking my head looking at the sweet tea that I don't really like.
" Do you like sweet tea?!" Want to know how to turn his body back to brewing tea.
" He, I don't like it much, Mom," bending my face as I looked at him who was still standing upright.
" Yes, if not. But why isn't your dad home yet, is he?" Staring at the nanar while putting the thermos.
This time he was worried about my father. My father's face seemed to appear in his eyes so that he noticed it. I don't know why he was so weird today. Put his attention to anyone.
I who didn't understand just kept quiet and saw him so worried for no reason.
" Liyan, where was your sister?" It's a question that makes me have a little trouble answering. Why is he so supportive today? gradually, I became too lazy to answer her question. But I was helplessly forced to gladly answer her question again.
" Get away." Answer me with a toilet.
" Has he been gone a long time?!" Walking pulled a small stool and sat by the kitchen door while sipping on the sweet tea he had finished making.
For the umpteenth question made me silent. It took me a long time to wait for what my mind would give me the answer.
" I don't know, Mom." My answer is to cover up the truth so that there is no quarrel.
" Why don't you know?" It was as if he was like a checker who had to answer his questions with details.
" Don't you see her coming out of the house?"
Ask back by protesting.
" Oh, he I forgot." Pulling her lips a little.
With a grin I who looked at him turned my head around looking outside.
Suddenly it didn't feel like my dad was home. The footsteps were so clearly heard approaching our house.
I who was in the hospital during the hospital immediately went to see my father. Without me realizing it with a little surprise, my father came home with my sister.
" Dad, why are you the same, Ana?!" Approaching my father who opened his work boots.
My father still hasn't poked into my question standing up to him.
" Sister doesn't know, where did I meet Dad?!" Said my sister who clearly showed it to me.
" So, Dad met her at the tavern." My father's face was a little unhappy.
I shake my head. Expressing my unwillingness to stare softly.
" So, your sister in the tavern stood by to see people buying Jajan."
" Sister wants to see my prank." His simple smile that teased me also looked spoiled. Showing so many snacks that are now in his grasp.
"Love your brother!" While walking in with his groceries.
I stood quietly watching my father walk into the kitchen room and my sister who opened her many snacks.
" Sister, this." Give her to me. " Let's eat, brother!" Invite my sister by chewing the food in her mouth.
Spontaneously my weak little hand took the snacks he offered me. I opened it right away. My sister who so likes to buy snacks greedily she spends her snacks without waste.
" Liyan, Ana why are you standing at the door. Quickly enter!" Sahut mom connect us.
" Sister, where's Dad?!" My sister's face looks panicked.
" In the kitchen, I went in and went into the kitchen." My assertion goes back to my sister.
Remembering my sister who was so grumbling if she didn't see my father.
" Dad, where are you going?" Ask my sister by putting her clothes on the table. The many snacks he left behind for a while without him thinking.
" Dad, where are you going?" Tanya came back to my father with her hand.
" I want Friday prayers, son." My father said in a tone of voice that calmed my sister's heart.
" Can the kids come with me?" Staring at my father as if he was afraid of being left behind by my father.
" Can."
Hurray! My sister's cheer is joyful.
" Uh! Wait a minute."
" Why Dad?" The look on her happy face disappeared immediately.
" That's a boy, not a girl." My father said he broke his spirit.
" Daddy said earlier, kids can come." Turned his face away from my father with a frown.
" Daddy said kids but boys, son." My father's explanation by calming my sister.
Friday prayers are obligatory for every Muslim with congregation, except (not required) for four persons namely, slaves, women, small children and the sick .
( HR. ABU DAWUD)
" That's you understand, son." My dad is coming back.
" Ha, that's right Dad said that the little boy can't come, why the little boy you said can come along. You're both Dad's little kids."
" Him, son, I know. But as long as you know every Muslim child is encouraged to train his children to pray Friday. Although children are not required to pray Friday can not be separated from small children who are men.
" Well, why do you say little boys can come along for what you're doing."
" To train them so that they get used to Friday prayers and many benefits to them later. The first, if they are already puberty they are used to doing it. The second, so that the knowledge conveyed by an ustadz when their sermon knew son, even though they were still small. They know, though a little. The third, though,
so that they are accustomed to gather with Muslims who are sholeh and can enter the community because they must know people who are known by their father.
The fourth, based on the opinion that states that the time of prayer when the sermon. So the child is included in the category of people present at the time of the blessing of this prayer called by the Messenger of Allah. The fifth, for the intake of the faith and the spiritual to establish prayer five times.
The sixth, knowing since childhood the scholars and dai. The seventh, with Friday prayers children get the formation of personalities such as aqidah, social society, worship, feelings, science, body, health and sexual tendencies. How does your son understand?" My father's gaze was attached to my sister with great affection.
" Sister Liyan's father, you know, that" my sister who seemed to trap me with her questions.
" Sister, Liyan will know it's son, later when it's big."
" I'll also know Dad when he's grown up." Instantly his confident expression came out.
" Dad should be, Dad." My sister understood a little
" What's up, son?!" My father with a confused face asked my sister back.
"Yes, our father's coming preach should come if it's too late can't Dad?!" Ask my sister a little critically.
" May, but they didn't get any special note from the angel and also at the moment where the prayer was granted," concluding a smile at my overly critical sister asking today.
My father was preparing to leave.
" Liyan, I hope you remember what you were up to."
I stand with my brother and father. " Him, Dad."
" Then I'll leave first, yeah. Careful
at home don't fight you guys," Disappear from in front of us.
Seriate.....