"Tomorrow we go shopping at the market, right, Mom?" Irma asked while watching soap operas on television.
When people solemnly performed the Tarawih prayers, Mrs. Laila and Irma actually enjoyed watching television. They are not allowed to worship. In fact, they really want to perform the Eid prayer which is only a matter of counting fingers.
"I'll try to ask dad first, he's on vacation or not," said Mrs. Laila while putting a snack into her mouth.
Watching television is the right ping accompanied by a cup of tea and a snack. Their stomachs are guaranteed not to be empty even if they don't eat rice. In fact, some say these activities actually make them fat fast. Coincidentally, Mrs. Laila and Irma's bodies are both skinny.
"Irma doesn't seem to need to buy new clothes either. Yesterday, I just bought a few pieces of Muslim clothes," said Irma, who really doesn't like buying a lot of clothes.
"Are you sure, Dear?” said Mrs. Laila.
Irma then turned her head towards the woman sitting next to her. Women who are engrossed in eating snacks without feeling guilty.
"Even though every year Irma never asks to buy it, Mom!" Irma protested later.
Let alone to buy clothes, just celebrating Eid she is very lazy. In fact, she only spends his time sleeping in his room during Eid al-Fitr. She doesn't really like the way she's friendly with her neighbors.
"Yes, yes ... I'm just joking. But ... if you want to buy, yes, that's okay," said Mrs. Laila with a face that seemed to show her sweet smile.
Hearing that sentence, Irma seemed to get a ticket to be able to buy anything at will. Instantly her thoughts were all over the place. It seemed, she was compiling a list of what she wanted to buy tomorrow.
"But not too much!" cried Mrs. Laila while pinching her adorable daughter's cheek.
Anyone who meets Irma will want to pinch her cheeks. Not only her father and mother, Agus also often pinched Irma's cheeks as a child.
"Think I can ask for anything, Mom," said Irma, who immediately put on a disappointed face.
The light conversation ended with laughter breaking out from the two of them. To the extent that they forget that there is a soap opera running on the television screen.
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"Hello, Mom!" The distinctive voice of someone who Mrs. Hartini misses very much can be heard clearly as soon as she touches the green mobile phone icon.
Apparently, Fajar, who was in France, contacted his mother that night. For some reason, in Ramadan, which only lasted a few days, suddenly made Fajar want to talk to his mother. He missed so much that after two Eids he couldn't do sungkem directly in front of the woman who was very instrumental in his life.
"Hello, honey ... how are you? Are you feeling better?" asked Mrs. Hartini who was very happy to get a phone call from the child she loved so much.
"Alhamdulillah, thanks to Mama's prayers and everyone who knows Fajar, finally Fajar can recover," said Fajar.
This sentence certainly made Mrs. Hartini's heart calmer. It was a relief to hear that her son's condition had improved. However, on the other hand, she felt guilty because she could not directly accompany her son's recovery process.
"I'm sorry, Dear. I can't take care of you directly," said Mrs. Hartini in a tone that sounded not enthusiastic.
Fajar, who was guessing the line on his mother's face at that time, then laughed out loud. He was surprised by his mother. In fact, Fajar's age is not middle school anymore, but Mrs. Hartini's attitude is still the same. Over protective of his children. Anxiety is too excessive, it makes his heart can never feel calm. As a result, he often fell ill due to excessive anxiety.
"I'm not children, Mom. I can travel alone to France, you know, are you still worried about Fajar?" Fajar actually made a little joke so that the conversation through the telephone line did not seem stiff.
Mrs. Hartini then took a deep breath. So that Fajar could hear him clearly.
"It's been a misfortune like yesterday can still, yes, talk like that?!" said Mrs. Hartini who again made Fajar laugh.
Fajar already knows very well his mother's character who is always worried about the condition of her children. In fact, when she said goodbye to France for the first time, for seven days and seven nights, Mrs. Hartini could not sleep well. I do not know, what exactly provokes such excessive anxiety.
They had been talking on the phone for a long time that night. Suddenly, Mrs. Hartini remembered something.
"Your brother wants to go to France in Shawwal later, son," said Mrs. Hartini who intended to just give the news.
In fact, she hopes that the two son’s can meet in the big city later.
Fajar, who just found out about the news, spontaneously frowned. Several questions suddenly popped into his head uninvited.
"Why did he go to France, Mom?" asked Fajar who had guessed something.
Mrs. Hartini seemed to think. Because, it seems Agus hasn't told him what he's going to France for.
"For what, huh? I forgot to ask, son ... emmm ...." Mrs. Hartini still seemed to hold her head. Trying to remember something that might be stuck in his mind.
Fajar on the other side of the phone did not respond. He was just waiting for the information his mother was trying to remember.
“I forgot, son. What is certain is that he is a delegate chosen by Mr. Hartono, a well-known person in Babatan Village." Mrs. Hartini explained what she knew.
The sentence certainly surprised Fajar. Because, the name his mother mentioned was the name he asked for help in finding Muslim volunteers who wanted to help him in France.
"It seems that Fajar knows this, Mam," said Fajar with such certainty.
Mrs. Hartini actually smiled happily hearing Fajar's response. She concluded that Fajar would meet his brother in France later.
Before Mrs. Hartini gave another response, Fajar suddenly decided to end the conversation that night. He only ordered his mother to always take care of his health. Because, one day when he returns from France, Fajar still wants to look at the face of the woman who gave birth to him. He also still wants to make him happy in his own ways.
"Love you, Dear," said Mrs. Hartini before the call ended.
Until then, Fajar will always be the light of the heart that Mrs. Hartini loves very much. The look on his face at that time clearly reflected his longing for a figure who was always there when he was having problems with Mr. Ferdian. Only he also knows how much he loves Agus, a son who always feels that his parents have treated him differently.
"Hopefully we can get together soon," Mrs. Hartini murmured in the midst of the splendor of the 29th night of Ramadan.
To be continued ....