ZULFA FORTITUDE
Subuh Ambience

Only one was implied in his mind. Immediately apply power and strength to the heart-turning. In order to be determined to immediately ask for it and protect it. Even from his father's hands.

But, isn't Shaffa 5 days away from getting married?

With such a short time, can you?

I have God. That can turn the hard into the easy. The impossible becomes real. Why should I sanction his qudrat irodat. Before I tried it. Irwan also ended his fortune with a path that had become his determination.

As the dawn tarhim began to sound. He moved from his impact. Remembering Mama Papa's trust. Quickly fold the alphabet. Put it on his shoulders.

There was a gurgling sound from Lika's room, with a bright beam of light. Signs there is life there.

"Lika, you wait in Musholla."

"Yes, Brother."

Irwan left the upper room, walking quietly down the stairs. Until it reaches the end.

Looking at the now bright room of the Mother. Could Jamilah have woken up.If so, thank God. Irwan approached the room. Not yet until his fingers knocked on the door. The door seems to have moved.

"Sister Irwan."

"Yes. You woke up Jamilah?"

"Already, Brother. Can't sleep. Which mother?"

"Go with Papa."

"Yes ... Jamilah left alone dong." His face looks upset.

"You're already big. Cook left that way already sad."

"Silver has always had a mother. Can't understand what Jamilah feels. Just this time, Jamilah has a Mother. Cooking should be left alone. It's just the same Papa again.Kesalah Jamilah."

I feel like laughing. Jamilah jealous with Papa.Takuah you have to say what. Dizziness is also facing my sister this one. Little sulking.

Alhamdulillah ...

There's Lika. He has come after. His face looked fresh with ablution water. Down the stairs with a mukena.

"Go watch. Let's go to musholla!" bring him.

"Good, Brother."Hurry up and take the face. Stepping in Lika's steps towards Musholla.

What about the little guy?

Looks like it needs a touch Mother. The room lights are still dark. Is it still sleeping?

Irwan immediately opened the doors of their rooms one by one. Fortunately, this door was designed without a key. No need to tap, just go straight in.Pencet first the light switch, to be bright. Looks Tia still soundly hugging the bolster. She is a sweet little sister. For a moment Irowan sat on the edge of the bed. His hand patted Tia's cheek slowly.

"Tia, wake. Fajr." It looks like Tia squirms, then sits down even though her eyes are not yet perfectly open.

"Yes, Brother." Laying Tia down from the bed.Tia's tiny hands fumbled, looking for her face. As if it were placed on the bedside.

"Hmm .. hmm .. that's the bottom line." Irwan

pointing at the cloth lying on the edge of the study table.

"Oh, yes." Now both of Tia's eyes are more open. But just for a moment. Then back clenched.Sleep while standing carrying mukena. It seems like Tia is still heavy to open her eyes.

"That*!" irwan said in a soft voice, making Tia regain her senses. Sometimes it still evaporates. But keep stepping.

Irwan smiled faintly looking at his sister. Who followed in his footsteps with half-circumcised eyes.

There's one that hasn't been, Aldo. Irwan headed to the other room. Next to Tia's room.

"The go to the bathroom first, there!" said Irwan, "So I'm going to wake Aldo's brother."

"Yes, Brother."

If this is no longer drama. As soon as the lights were turned on, Aldo was already sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes perfectly open.

"Sister Irwan."

"Come on jamaah."

"Yes, Brother."

Aldo came out leaving Irwan who was still closing the door. Undirected, he headed for the bathroom and immediately abluted. Then head to the nearby musholla.

Tia .. oh Tia.

Irwan immediately crouched down, and carried Tia on his back in a state of sleep, arriving at the ablution. Immediately he took a little water in the palm of his hand, rubbing it on Tia's face.

"Sister" he said.

"There is ablution."

Only halfway through ablution, there was already a disturbance.

"I don't want to ...." Tia immediately ran into the restroom.

"Duck ya, brother wait."

"Yes." Yeah."

Irwan's headed for musholla. There was waiting for Lika and Jamilah. The two had just finished performing the Sunnah prayer.

"I'm Sunnah first" said Irwan, looking to the right and to the left. Lika nodded.

Irwan also stood up to perform the sunnah prayer. When it was over, I didn't see any Tia. This kid has been a long time. Do not fall asleep in the bathroom.

"See, please look at Tia!" get Irwan.

Let's get up soon, go to the ablution. He did not find a child in that place. But the bathroom door was tightly closed.

"Tia ..." call Jamilah while knocking on the bathroom door.

"Bugard ... Brother." he replied lazily. I could not hear the water for long. Shortly afterwards Tia came out with her shirt and pants rolled up. Well, maybe if not followed by overslept times yes ...

"Quick wudhu." Be patient, have to take a deep breath.

Chips, Tia wudhu. It's been a long time but not perfect. Moreover, water dripped everywhere, almost wetting the clothes. Let's start getting anxious.

"The true wudhu!" with a little loud noise. Makes Tia flinch in shock. Then repeat the wudhunya. But it stays the same.

"Ah done. Come on." Jamilah called Tia. Then walked in annoyance leaving Tia who was still washing her feet. Tia hastily finished it. Then half ran after Jamilah's very fast steps.

At the mushola, they were greeted by Irwan with head bobbles and glares. Because of one child, finally praying became late to be implemented.But the glared did not feel. His name is also a child. Nevermind!

Irwan so imagined, it felt like he was like Tia as well as his childhood. Hehe ...

"It's yok, we pray." take Irwan.

"Aldo qomat."

Aldo's melodious voice immediately filled the room as a sign to stand performing the prayers of the worshippers.

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After the prayer, Irwan thought with Shaffa. Want to immediately carry out his intentions, but Papa Mama is not at home.

"Aldo Tia, take a walk."

"Ashik ..." answered both. Half-running, they followed Irwan who was already holding his car keys.

"Where, Brother."

"To Shaffa's house."

" Ahem .. ahem ...." Lika coughed at the conversation of her Brother and sisters. He kissed the shrimp behind the rempeyek with the intention of his brother visiting Kak Shaffa this early in the morning. Moga-hopefully right guessed, if Kak Irwan was looking for a sister-in-law for him. Understand his age is ripe for marriage. Work, education, livelihoods can be said to be worthy. How not to marry, what else to look for ....

"Sister, don't ask him for my blessing ...."

"Yes. Prayers Brother, dech. Can bring brother-in-law here." replied Irwan frankly.

"I support you, brother."

Suddenly Irwan stopped. Back into the house. Not long back with a parcel of fruit that is still intact. From the wedding of the Mother.

"No capital" said Lika.

Irwan doesn't care. The important thing is to bring. Early in the morning, where to look for souvenirs. There are too many things that Papa Hasan's family brought. Mubadzir if not used.

"Don't forget to cook well. I brought you here this morning."

Astaghfirullah al - adzim ....

"OK," he answered, hiding his nervousness.