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Want to learn njai

I woke up feeling a pat on my arm.

"La, wake up already entered "said someone in my ear, I think it's Mila's voice, and sure enough, when I opened my eyes saw Mila grab something from her uniform skirt bag

"this is, wipe your face, soon Mr. Vishnu comes "his words give me a piece of wet tissue

"ok, thank you "that I accepted

Mr. Vishnu is a famous math teacher killer and strict, I wonder what he is.

Not long after, a male teacher with a high body posture strapping with a thin brace on his jaw entered the classroom.

"good day to the children "

"good afternoon sir "my mouth with my classmates

"the task you completed one week ago ?" ask her

"already sir.." said my friends.

"collect "his orders

"you new students, try to come forward, do these things" he told me

I also moved and immediately did his word

I pay attention to the questions in the package book, fortunately in my school before I had studied it, so I can easily do it without having to think much.

Not feel the time goes so fast, really said friends if Mr. Vishnu is a killer teacher, how not killer just hear his students whispering directly hit by throwing the eraser whiteboard, how not killer just hear his students whisper, luckily the eraser did not hit them, or maybe Mr. Vishnu accidentally did not reach them.

But if I don't think he's a killer, but he's strict.

The lesson hour is over, now I am preparing to go home, while Sarah and Mila say there is an exculpation, so only me, Deni, Ovan, and Azzam go home together.

"so I noticed his rich drowsiness, so last night you stayed up?" ask Deni

"not staying up late, I had a nightmare last night and then woke up at two in the morning not sleeping again until morning "sawut I drowned, the sleepiness still ambushed me

"nightmare?" ask Deni

"hm.." I nodded.

"what dream ?" tymphal Azzam

"so yesterday it was me.." I walked on, telling you about my experience yesterday in my grandmother's garden, until last night's dream.

"waduh...then you have to be careful especially tonight is Friday night " cried Ovan while shuddering

"what happened to Friday night?" ask me

"because on Friday night there are often malem-malem guests, just remember if later tonight there is a door that should not be opened" said Deni

"why is that why ?" ask me, pretend not to know, even though my aunt told me about it before

"the tree should not be opened "excited Deni again

"don't be too parno, if there will really be someone knocking on the door at night, but just face it calmly, read the prayer you memorized, because do not pray just eat, do not pray,and one more thing do not forget to ask for protection from Allah SWT, God willing we will be kept away from things that are not desirable" said Azzam

"began deh pak ustadz" said Ovan

"ck, even mocked "the murmur of Azzam pushed his shoulder slowly Ovan

Listening to Azzam's words I became grimacing, the article was the key time in the toilet I even misread the prayer, fortunately no one knows, if there must have been a shame I.

"don't know him if I even read a prayer to eat" your mind giggled

"like him I have to learn to pay my "inner again

Until finally Deni and Ovan have reached their respective homes, and now live me and Azzam.

"hem.... Azzam.." call me in doubt.

"yes "he looks at me

"hm...you know that teacher njai is not here, I.I want to learn njai hehehe.." asked me while grinning, he frowned.

"oh... you know, you just come later in the afternoon to the mosque, after ashar children often come to learn to teach, there free of charge at all" he said

"really ?" ask me enthusiastically

"uk.iya ".iya "

"but will not be ashamed, there will be many children, while I am too old to learn the "smooth salary of me. - I have

"why should be ashamed, there is no word too late to learn, anyone and want any age if there is a desire to learn why not, it is good ,rather than old age but there is no intention to learn he himself is a loss" he said

"hehehe..iya is also a , but ....."

"it is not necessary but-but if you really seriously want to learn later in the afternoon just come, but remember to wear polite clothes and wear hijab "

"ck, yes yes, the title is just learning naji , the period of not wearing hijab , what the hell" said I throbbed

"hehehehe..joking times, it's been you've reached your front house ,sorry yes I can't stop by "

"assalamu'alaikum.." I said.

"waalaikum salam.." said aunt and grandmother with an.

I immediately went in and was about to change clothes, I saw Dika lunch, and then my nosy soul appeared to my little cousin.

Slowly I approached her who ate while watching television.But I had not had time to grab her omelet she had moved first.

"i don't think I'm stupid, if you want to take it yourself in the kitchen, you want it to be cumat-comot only" he said while moving

"ck, you stingy basics "

"not stingy, I'm just defending what's mine, wlee" she stuck her tongue out at me

"isshh..basal ya bocil" snorted me and went to my room.

"oh yes Dik, later in the afternoon you want to pay a salary ?" ask me while pulling out my head in the doorway of the room

"yes, to what brother?" ask her

"where do you see her ?" ask me again

"in the mushola "his sahut

"oh, later we go together yes, I also want to learn najai" said I

"sister, is it hard not to pay?" ask her

"yes, don't bother "my words and pull my head into the room

"whoever hates, my people are just like "the grunts when they reach my ears

I did not feel the Ashar call, I prepared to go to the mosque, but before leaving Dika rebuked me.

"doesn't you pray? if it is not better for brother to pray first, then the teacher najai likes nanyain, will be subject to the law if caught has not prayed "his word

"what's his punishment?" ask me

"reading the Qur'an one juz "

"huh...who really are you?" ask me, Dika nodded

"waduh dangerous, I can read one juz, one verse only I trouble "my inner

"yes you have waited a while yes, I do not want to pray first" said I then quickly take ablution and immediately do the prayer

Lucky for ablution I still memorize the ordinance even though the prayer intention is forgotten to remember, also the movement and prayer reading I still remember.

Not until fifteen minutes I prayed, I was done , before leaving I first fixed my hijab.

"sister, you're leaving !" yelled Dika from outside

"yes.yes ..."

I quickly got out of the room

"yuk "my speech

"so long anyway brother, want to go naji just use and and first" he said

"who is dancing, ah don't have to take care of,bi,nek, me and Dika leave yes, assalamualaikum "my word grabbed their hands and kissed them

Before that I told my grandmother and aunt, and they supported me.

"still not far, sir?" ask me

"several more sis, tuh alleynya, his mosque is at the end of the road that "pointing Dika on an alley that reads alley mushola An-Nur

When Dika and I were about to enter the alley, suddenly I felt noticed, regardless of who and where was watching me.

"why sis?" ask Dika

"uh..why not-why,ayo "continue me.

When I arrived at the mosque, apparently the teacher had not come, I was waiting with the other children.

"echem.. assalamualaikum "

"waalaikum salam kaaaakkk.." replied the children in unison.

"sister, that teacher njainya already come" said Dika when I was busy reading the book of the story of the prophet

I looked over and was surprised to see who was coming

"huh.k....."

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