THE FORMER BLIND COLLECTION HOUSE IJO
Chapter 67 Granny Fisting 1

We also prayed in the morning together, before Mamah built Julian who was still asleep for prayer congregation and became Imam, after congregational prayer, as usual we do routine in the morning.

Opening all the curtains and windows of the house even though the sun has not appeared in the morning, we make each bed, and help Mamah clean the house.

Even though it was a school holiday but it was our custom, after the morning dawn prayers were started, when Mamah was preparing breakfast, I heard my youngest brother crying.

Me, Teh Eli, and Julian when we heard the sound of our youngest brother crying, we looked at each other and ran ahead to Mamah's room to hold our youngest sister, who was the youngest, we were happy when our youngest brother woke up.

We always fight to hold our youngest brother, although finally Teh Eli who is trusted by Mamah to carry him, Mamah will shout and say.

"Be careful it's a baby not a doll, Same Eli Tea alone in her cradle".

Mamah would say that when she heard us scrambling to hold our youngest sister, after hearing the words of Mamah then we stopped struggling to hold my youngest brother azis, I said, then Julian and I would approach our sleeping sister in Mamah's bed.

We're gonna wake her up, kiss her make her tickle that finally my little sister Neng Yeni woke up, maybe because Julian and I had started to step on teenagers when we had younger siblings who were babies, we have been able to take care of our sister and we are happy to have a sister, we are enjoying that moment we love our sisters very much.

After Mamah finished making breakfast, we were called Mamah for breakfast together, that morning my appetite was not as usual, because that morning I was sleepy to want to sleep, it turned out that not only was I Eli Tea the same, and Julian realized that, Julian felt strange why I, and Eli Tea looked sleepy.

"Teh Eli, Liya Tea, Why are you?, rich who drowsiness so eat it, indeed you guys did not sleep last night?, Mahuh Mah rich Eli Tea same Liya Tea last night staying up late".

Julian said and his intention was he wanted to complain us to Mamah, Mamah turned to me and Teh Eli.

"After the dhuha prayer you sleep".

Said Mamah who already knew why I, and Teh Eli felt sleepy that morning, because last night, it meant last night was not a dream, we did not fall asleep, we did not fall asleep, if last night's dream means we are asleep and will not be sleepy this morning.

Me, and Teh Eli nodded, agreeing to Mamah's proposal because we were so sleepy, we yawned at the dinner table a few times, while still finishing the food Mamah had made for us to eat breakfast.

"Ko Mamah is not angry anyway, Eli Tea is the same Tea Liya tuh sleepy early in the morning because last night must be staying together in his room Eli Tea or Liya Tea, he said, surely gossip until forgetting the time of the friends staying up tuh Mah".

Julian said it was still an effort, for Mamah to scold me, and Teh Eli, me, and Eli tea we glanced at Julian cynically, after breakfast we took a bath and prayed dhuha, he said, after the dhuha circumcision prayer I still sat down after the salutation reciting the dhuha prayer.

اَللّٰهُمَّ اِنَّ الضُّحَآءَ ضُحَاءُكَ وَالْبَهَاءَ بَهَاءُكَ وَالْجَمَالَ جَمَالُكَ وَالْقُوَّةَ قُوَّتُكَ وَالْقُدْرَةَ قُدْرَتُكَ وَالْعِصْمَةَ عِصْمَتُكَ

اَللّٰهُمَّ اِنْ كَانَ رِزْقِى فِى السَّمَآءِ فَأَنْزِلْهُ وَاِنْ كَانَ فِى اْلاَرْضِ فَأَخْرِجْهُ وَاِنْ كَانَ مُعَسَّرًا فَيَسِّرْهُ وَاِنْ كَانَ حَرَامًا فَطَهِّرْهُ وَاِنْ كَانَ بَعِيْدًا فَقَرِّبْهُ بِحَقِّ ضُحَاءِكَ وَبَهَاءِكَ وَجَمَالِكَ وَقُوَّتِكَ وَقُدْرَتِكَ آتِنِىْ مَآاَتَيْتَ عِبَادَكَ الصَّالِحِيْنَ

Allahumma innad-duhaa'a duha'uka wal baha'a baha'uka wal jamaala jamaaluka wal quwwatuka wal-quudrota qudratuka wal 'ismata 'ismatuka.

Allaahumma in kana rizqii fis-sama'i fa anzilhu, wa in kana fil ardi fa akhrijhu, wa in kana mu'assiran fa yassirhu, wa in kaana haraaman fa tahhirhu wa in kana ba'iidan fa qarribhu bi haqqi duha'ika wa bahaa'ika wa jamaalika wa quwwatika wa quudratika, aatinii maa ataita 'ibaadakash-shalihiin.

Means :

"O Allah, that the time of Dhuha is the time of Thy Lord, beauty is Thy beauty, beauty is Thy beauty, strength is Thy strength, power is Thy power, and that protection, Thy protection".

"O Allah, if my reserve is still above the heavens, lower it. And if it is in the earth, remove it, if it is difficult to ease it, if it is haram sanctify it, if it is still far away, thanks to the time of dluha, the majesty, your beauty, strength and power, bestow upon us all that You have bestowed

to your righteous servants".

Still using my face, I reached my bedside when my head stuck to my pillow I fell asleep,

I was awakened by Ratih who had been in my room from when.

"Heeii banguunnn, iihh kesel ah I'm home nih... liyaaaa!".

Said Ratih while shaking my shoulders, I glanced at my bedroom wall clock at 11:30 p.m.

"Yes yes I woke up.. ".

Then I got up and sat on my bed.

"Hmm his vacation sleep teruuus, but do not use mukena also sleep times".

Said Ratih, while glancing at me, I just realized I was still wearing a face after the dhuha prayer.

"Astaghfirullah azim thing, I haven't been able to open my face so sleepy, have you been here long Ra?".

Say it while opening the face I still wear.

"Lumayan, his abis you I've been waiting for he said he wanted to play at home but not nongol, eh li. I read this book, this is your writing, you make a novel?".

Said Ratih again, then asked the novel book I made when I was idle, when it crossed a storyline at that time I wrote it in a book, a book, because I don't have a cell phone anymore, there was no platform application like now, which makes it easy to channel the talents of the author, I nodded to answer Ratih's question.

"Why don't you try sending it to a publisher?".

Ask Ratih.

" Seriously?".

I said with a cynical smile.

Said Ratih to convince me.

" I'm just a prankster Ratih. I'm not a novel writer, I don't know how to be a novel writer who can publish his book or send to the publisher how".

My words while standing up straightened up well, and folded the face that I just opened after I took my sleep after the dhuha prayer.

"It's like we're looking for the publisher's address".

"And hope my novel will be published as a book? I don't want to dream of a distance, the publisher prefers stories from novel writers who already have a name, rather than writing my novel that is not necessarily sold in the market and in the Readers, he said, the publisher would not want to risk already out of capital to publish my novel and it turns out my novel does not sell, mending them berbitin novel by a famous author already know the benefits".

I said pessimistically.

"Well, pessimists are rich".

Said Ratih disappointed.

"Realistic is not pessimistic".

Say me again

"Whatever, I can pinjem the book well?, I want to read at home, I have not finished reading her curious continuation, I like the storyline".

I smiled and nodded allowing Ratih to borrow a novel written by myself with my handwriting, I don't know if Ratih really likes the story of the novel I made or he just wants to make me happy?.

But why does he want to make me happy?, I am not sad, and Ratih is not a friend sycophant, we are friends if there is a reminder of each other to accept each other support each other.

"Liyaa.. Liyaa".

A voice called out to me from outside my room.

" Yes Mah.. "

I answered Mamah's post, and opened my room door.

"Can you please Mamah?, you went to Aunt Ana's house for this maternity medicine for Aunt Ana".

Said Mamah while showing me a black crackle.

"Yes Mah, stop Liya changing clothes first".

I said, then closed the door to my room.

"Ra you want to come to Aunt Ana's house? or wait here?".

I asked Ratih who was combing her hair in front of my dressing glass.

"I don't think I'm combing my hair anymore, which means I want to come with you, don't tell me I know you want to go to Aunt Ana's house".

I just smiled at Ratih's reply, then I changed my clothes and tied my hair, we went out of the room, I took the herbs that would be given to Aunt Ana of Mamah.

"Well the dzuhur prayer?".

Ask Mamah, because it is time to pray dzuhur, when I want to go to the house of Aunt Ana.

"Later at Aunt Ana's house I will join dzuhur Mah's prayer".

I said because I had changed my clothes, and was ready to go.

"You haven't eaten Liya's lunch either, you had breakfast a little early in the morning, aren't you hungry?".

Ask Mama again.

"Tanggung Mah, I'll just go home from Aunt Ana's house I eat her".

Saying again, Mamah nodded and gave a black crackle containing maternity herbs for Aunt Ana, I went to Aunt Ana's house with Ratih, that afternoon the weather was very hot, very hot, around 12:30.

I decided to walk across the street instead of the road usually walking on the side of the highway to the house of Aunt Ana who passed through the Lembang market, Because the road was so hot I decided the way to the place that passed through the village.

But still the heat was stinging that afternoon, what else as I walked down the slightly uphill road, to the right of the uphill road, there was a garden and a public cemetery, and, and a big ceringin tree.

As I was walking with a broken breath, because the road was uphill, from our front was a Grandma walking down the road, and I was walking uphill, I saw the Grandma, and I was, his clothes are so shabby.

The grandmother was wearing a kebaya top and subordinate to a shabby side cloth and her skin.His hands were full of tusks, I saw her face, too, her already wrinkled face was equally full of scabs, I looked at her with pity, but just as her Grandma did not like me pitying her, the Grandma looked at me cynically.

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