Young Ustadz
Prayer Sunnah
The clock shows the time at one in the morning. Umma Hana woke up from her sleep which was only an hour and a half she slept.
Umma Hana got up glancing towards the wall clock. After that, he glanced beside him where his beloved husband the cleric, the kyai, the ustadz the ahlul ilmi that is the kang Hatim still asleep in his sleep.
"Umur kang Hatim has already stepped on the head of four, but his face has still not changed much, not many wrinkles, still remains glowing! Though kang Hatim do not wear anything, pure water of his wudhu that makes his face bright and youthful! Mashay Allah!" umma Hana looked at the face of her husband who had always loved her. Umma Hana admired the creation of this one god with his perfection, with his specialness with all his advantages and disadvantages.
"Kang, I want to pray first yes, sorry do not wake up akang! I can't bear it! I must be so damn sapped!" umma Hana moved slowly to dark bed so as not to disturb the comfort of her husband.
Umma Hana went to the bathroom, she clean kept ablution because she wanted to do sunnah night prayers such as sunnah witir prayers, sunnah hajat prayers, sunnah repapat prayers, sunnah prayers, tasbeh sunnah prayer plus absolute sunnah prayer and lastly tahajud sunnah prayer.
All sunnah prayers performed by Umma Hana are completed almost an hour and a half. And Umma Hana managed not to wake or not disturb the kang Hatim who was still asleep in his sleep.
After that umma Hana came out of the room with the intention of just wanting to see the situation outside because it was not as usual. Which is usually when everyone sleeps the lights of the middle room and family room is not turned on, this time the lights in the room are on.
"Maybe Nadhirah cook again want sahur time huh? wanna fast?" umma Hana asked in her.
"But why doesn't it sound like people are cooking, or maybe they forget about matiin times?!" umma Hana continued walking down the stairs until it was seen in the living room someone was looking down while occasionally sobbing with tears. There is no other, it is Zhaffar the second son of umma Hana.
"Astaghfirullah, Zhaffar!" Immediately Umma Hana approached Zhaffar with anxiety. Because as disappointed as a mother to her child, still a mother will not bear to see her son why napa.
"Zhaffar! Son?" Hana wiggled Zhaffar's shoulder.
"Momu?" Zhaffar lifted his head from his bow and saw who had come to him.
"Why are you, son?" tanya umma Hana, and instead of answering, Zhaffar even more crying by directly hugging her had umma.
"Umma, maafin Zhaffar umma!" zhaffar said while crying in the arms of Umma Hana.
"Sorry Zhaffar, Zhaffar has failed umma! Zhaffar lied to umma! Zhaffar did not know to thank you the same umma! Sorry Zhaffar umma!"
"Zhaffar's sinful big has hurt umma, forgive Zhaffar umma! Zhaffar please! Forgive Zhaffar! Zhaffar did not want to live Zhaffar is not a blessing, Zhaffar's life is full of misfortune because Zhaffar's mistake hurt the umma so umma was reluctant to forgive Zhaffar! Ummaaayyah!"
Umma Hana who was hugged by Zhaffar while crying loosely, also cried. Umma Hana's heart was touched by Zhaffar who hugged her in tears and apologized for all his mistakes.