
After a long day on campus, she was finally able to go home, Hania was at a stop waiting for the taxi driver.
Hania looked at the watch in her hand, apparently the clock had already shown at half-five in the afternoon.
"Duh, kok mamang ojek her do not come." complained Hania because she was afraid to be alone there.
"Excuse me." said someone from the side of Hania
"Yes, uh Mr. Ridwan. What's the matter, sir?"asked Hania nervously at once surprised
"what are you doing here?"asked Ridwan with a face warmer than in class this morning.
"Oh, wait for the taxi driver" replied Hania without looking at Ridwan, she just kept her head down
"Want to be with me?"
"No, sir, thank you. I just happened to have ordered it."
"I'm here with you."
"No need sir, you better go home first." said Hania with a smile
"Masya Allah." said Ridwan shirih but still heard by Hania
"Why sir?"ask Hania astonished
"Oh, that's okay" replied Ridwan
After a long wait, the taxi driver finally arrived.
"Sorry yes neng so wait a long time, was a motorcycle tire mamang broken." said mang Koko
"Yes, that's okay."
Hania immediately said goodbye to Ridwan who was still paying attention to Hania.
"First sir." said Hania
"Oh yeah, be careful."
Hania nodded then she immediately got on the bike and left Ridwan.
"Is heta neng?"ask mang Koko
"Lecturer Nia mang." replied Hania
Mang Koko is already a subscription ojek Hania, besides the two are also still one village.
"Oh, professor. Mamang kira neng's boyfriend."
"Hahaha mamang can, not mang anyway Nia also does not want to date mang."
"Good or neng, the dating style of people in today's times is horrified neng."
"Heheh, Iya mang."
After forty more minutes on the way, Hania finally arrived home. It looks like Mr. Arshad is waiting for him on the porch.
"Chess nuwun neng."
"Sama-sama. Yes, Nia entered first. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam neng."
Mang Koko immediately left while Hania immediately approached her father.
"Assalamu'alaikum father."
"Wa'alaikumsalam son, how come you've just come home?"
"Yes well, there were activities on campus and the Mang Koko motorbike was also jammed so long ago. You been home long?"
"Here you go, let's go in."
"Yes yeah."
*****
In the living room, Hania was sitting there reading a book.
"Nia."Call me gently arshad sir from the direction of the outer door
"Yes yeah." replied Hania and she closed the book
"What's up, huh?"
"Nothing, what are you doing?"
"Oh, Nia's just reading another book."
"Yes go on, I want to go to the room first."
"Yes yeah."
Hania leaned her head on the wooden chair in the living room, her eyes looking at the ceiling of the house
"It does not feel like two days mother is not at home" Hania complained sadly
He recalled the incident a few days ago. Where she had to accept the bitter reality, a thousand questions were stored in her heart's mind.
Hania wondered why her mother hated her so much, why would her mother behave like that to her. The questions kept coming to his mind.
Her tears fell back. From childhood Hania never got the affection of Bu Rini. As a child, Rini never wanted to carry Hania, or take care of her.
Hania's daydreams fell out, when she heard the voice of the Adhan. Hania instantly wiped away her tears.
"Astaghfirullahaladzim." said Hania and went to her room.
*****
Soon he woke up and collected his life for a while.
Then Hania went to the back to take ablution.
"Dad." Call Hania
"Yes, son."
"Dad you up?"
"It."
Hania went to the bathroom to wash her face and take ablution.
After that Hania returned to the room to perform dawn prayers. After the prayer Hania just kept silent on the prayer mat without saying anything there were only tears there. For Hania, Allah is all-knowing and all-hearing. The pain, she spilled all her, not that she did not feel grateful yet she still could not believe that the woman who had given birth to her hated her so much.
Long enough Hania cried there, then after she felt relieved, Hania took the Qur'an on top of the closet. Sheet by sheet read it.
******
Chequelek
Hania opened her room door.
"Dad." Call Hania
But there is no word from Mr. Arshad
"Where is he? When the tumben went away did not pay." asked Hania
Hania looks for her father around the house, it turns out that Mr. Arshad again went to the neighboring house.
"Dad."
"Yes son, father again at the house of Mr. Tono." replied Mr. Arshad who was not far from his house
Having heard her father's voice, Hania returns home to make breakfast.
"Hm. What cooking is it?"ask Hania
His eyes continue to look for ingredients that can be cooked in the kitchen.
Seen there are only cabbage and long beans.
"Hmm, just stir-fry it once." Said Hania then she took the cabbage and her long beans to slice.
After finishing, Hania immediately washed and cooked her, from the outside, Mr. Arshad has also returned.
"Hmm, very fragrant. What cooking is it, son?"
"Heheh, just saute the same cabbage long beans well."
"Oh, what do you think I'm cooking again? About it is so fragrant."
"Dad can, it's normal that people cook it must be like that too."
"Yes, but the smell of your cooking is very fragrant son."
"Heheh, yes it's up to dad. Do you want to have breakfast?"
"Yes, I can't wait to eat my son's cooking."
Hania just smiled and took the rice and side dishes to her father.
"Goodbye dad, Nia go to the room first."
"Nia, no breakfast?"
"Later Nia breakfast, now Nia want to get ready first yeah."
"Oh yeah, dad first."
"Okay dad."
Hania returned to her room to get ready for campus.
After feeling ready, Hania returned to the kitchen for breakfast.
"Dad, I don't have to send Nia yes, today Nia is picked up lala."
"Oh, yes, if so, I went straight to the garden. You be careful."
"Yes yeah, I'm careful too."
"Yes son. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Dad."Call Hania
"Yes, why son?"ask Mr. Arshad confused
"Kan Nia hasn't salimized me yet."
"Oh yes." said Mr. Arshad while laughing
"Heheh, be careful yeah yeah." said Hania then she kissed the back of her father's hand.
"Yes bauble. Dad left first. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam."
Hania returned to the dining table and immediately finished her breakfast.
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