THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
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As planned, the weekend Via held a seven-month interval for the womb or commonly called tingkeban. He also invited the orphanage children.

Tingkeban is one of the traditions of Javanese society, this ceremony is also called mitoni derived from the word pitu whose meaning is seven, and, this ceremony is held at the age of seven months of pregnancy and at the first time of pregnancy.This ceremony means that education is not only after adulthood but since the seeds are embedded in the mother's womb.

The Tingkeban ceremony consists of several stages of the event such as sungkeman, siraman, sesuci, broken pamor, brojolan, sigaran, nyampingan, lewaran and simpatan, wiyosan, horseback, twin and hijakan, kukuban, plan, renjakan, and dhawetan. Each has its own meaning.

However, not all of these rituals are through.

Tableban dish equipment is sego (rice) do not, market snacks, white brother jenang (red white), baro-baro jenang, glutinous emping, tumpeng robyong, sego golong, sego liwed, and telon flowers. As for sagging, among others: savory sego, sambengan, market snacks, ketan kolak, apem, banana raja, sego snack, seven tumpeng, jenang, boreh, and frankincense. This is not all Via prepared.

Via and Farhan have confidence that this seven-month celebration is to pray for the baby and his mother. Therefore, custom is only to support it.

A little different this time. Edi did not appear to be present in the midst of the guests. Mira is a little different. He often looks dreamy.

“Mbak, please put this parcel on that long table!” Salsa.

Mira was silent and did not react. He sat with his hands folded in front of his chest. His look seemed empty.

“Mbak Mira, please Salsa!” pinta Salsa again.

Ratna who heard Salsa repeat her words turned to Mira. As soon as he saw Mira daydreaming, a jail idea arose in his mind.

“Eh, Mas Edi. When's come? Yuk ke,” said Ratna.

Mira looked surprised. He drowned, turning his gaze to all directions.

“Who to look for, Mbak?” ratna asked while holding back a laugh.

“Em—mas Edi to where?” mira asked back with a timid face.

“Back home, right. Didn't Mas Edi say goodbye to Mbak Mira?” Ratna pretended to be confused.

“Eh, didn't anyone talk to Mas Edi?” Mira's like a dazed person.

“Hah? Where's ada? Mira Mira may have imagined Mas Edi? Already miss, huh? Not even a week, Ma'am,” ledek Ratna accompanied by giggling laughter. Salsa was not strong enough to hold her laughter to see Ratna.

“Aa—what did I hear wrong? It doesn't seem like. Someone said hello to Mas Edi,” muttered Mira.

“Already, now help Salsa, tuh!” ratna's orders.

Mira has no power to refuse. It was according to Ratna's instructions. Although still with a face filled with confusion, he mengnata parcels for orphanage children at the long table.

From the seats reserved for guests, a guy noticed the familiarity of the three. A faint smile graced the boy's lips when he saw Ratna and Salsa laughing despite not knowing the cause of the two girls laughing.

“Mas Rio why? Is anything funny? How about that smile?” ask a foster child of Bu Aminah. He was astonished to see Rio's indistinct smile.

“Eh, nothing. I-I'm just glad to see that parcel. That must be for you,” whispered Rio.

“Ih, why ngarep?” boy about 10 years old.

“Lho, I'm glad you got the parcel. That's for you, not me,” to Rio.

“Ah, Mas Rio. Three months ago Mas Rio was given the same HP Mbak Via, right?” said the boy.

“Iya, even given a job as well. That's why I'm now rarely in a parlor. Work at Mbak Via's company,” said Rio.

“Oh, Mas Rio works at a company owned by Mbak Via. Means he's a good guy, huh?” say the child.

“Indeed he was a good man. Although now re-energized treasure, he is still a humble Via,” muttered Rio.

The study program went well. This time Farhan asked one of his lecturers when traveling S-1, to give tausiah.

Although the tausiah given is packed neatly so many people are interested in following from beginning to end, not so with Rio. He lacks focus.

Finished tausiyah, the children queue the distribution of parcels. Rio remained seated in his chair while staring towards the division of the parcel. A clap on his shoulder successfully caught him by surprise.

“Astaghfirullah!” pekik Rio's.

“Why? How shocked is that? Dreaming again, huh? Which one caught your attention? I'm ready to be a matchmaker, lo! Tax soan do not forget that success ngajak to KUA,” ledek Farhan.

“Ih, what the hell is Mas Farhan! I looked at the happy children who got the parcels. Mas Farhan and Via are truly glorious,” elak Rio.

Farhan smiled. He sat on the left seat of Rio.

"Not everyone thinks so, Mom. Many are unaware of the obligation of sharing with others."

Farhan nodded then continued, "That is, the dead want to give alms when given another chance to live. It was because of the greatness of almsgiving that he saw after death."

Rio gawked for a moment. Then, he asked, "What is the privilege of alms, Mas?"

"That almsgiving can extinguish the fire of torment in the grave, and keep it far from the torment of hell. Alms is one charity that is not interrupted even though the person is dead."

Rio nodded in understanding.

"O yes, what about your job? Not in there?"

"Alhamdulillah, be at home. Thank you for the help of Mas Farhan and Via," Rio said sincerely.

"Either. Don't you think so!" farhan.

"Yes, Mas," Rio said. The boy's gaze returned to the parcel division. However, he did not find the three girls who were originally there. He spread his eyes around the yard.

"Who to find? Who gave you the parcel?" ledek Farhan's.

"Eh, eng-don't," Rio replied stuttering.

"If it's good, apply!" whispered Farhan.

"Not brave yet, Mom. Rio's also just working. What will the wife's child want to eat?" rio lirih.

"Rio, God will suffice. If you need help, just say no. Including proposing to girls." Farhan made an offer.

Rio was just smiling. His heart is filled with happiness.

Later that night, there was a kenduri attended by neighbors around the house. The event is completed when the short hand of the clock points to the number 8. Everyone was relieved.

"Thank God, everything is going well. Hopefully the delivery of Via is also smooth, the mother and child are healthy," said Bu Aisyah.

"Aamiin," said another.

They also talk lightly. Even so, Miss Aisyah while inserting advice.

"A married woman, her main duty is to be devoted to her husband. Of course in terms of truth. A wife's obedience to her husband is said to be equal in value to men's jihad" Ms Aisyah said.

"Well, that's amazing" said Salsa.

"Yes. Once there was a woman who asked about how to get a reward such as the reward of male jihad on the battlefield, the Prophet replied, 'Tell the women you meet that obedient to the husband with full awareness and his reward is balanced with the war reward for defending the religion of God. But very few of you run it.'"

"A little one running? How can?" ask Ratna.

"Although it looks easy, it is difficult to run it if it is not based on faith. Especially for career women. Often among them feel not dependent on the husband to forget the obligation to obey the husband," said Bu Aisyah.

Their conversation came to a halt as Ms Aisyah's phone rang. Ms. Aisyah hastily received the call.

Bu Aisyah's face looked tense. It also shows concern.

"Where is your husband, Via?" asked Ms. Aisyah in panic.

"On the terrace, Mother," replied Via. "What's wrong? How did you panic?"

"Azza. It's Azka's problem, "Ayesha replied as she stepped onto the terrace.

The women sitting in the living room were confused. They're just stupefied.

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