Chapter 5 MORNING TWEET (Azmia smile is Bram`s supplementation)

AZMIA

The Fajr Azan reverberated waking me from the cradle of a dream, Bram was still fast asleep. A happy facial expression stared at his aging face. The beard on his chin is not perfectly black, mixed with natural white paint, making him look mature at his age. Strands of white also began to appear in his hair.

He looked tired, he slept very soundly. Missing Bram who used to be so keen to pray the dawn congregation in the mosque. Remembering life in the village when we lived in a simple rented house near the mosque. Almost every day, Bram invites Ihsan to pray the morning prayer in congregation at the mosque. The strains of the Qur'anic verses from Bram's mouth became the rhythm of encouraging activity in the early morning.

Mushroom porridge breakfast...

The lunch menu is stir-fried mushrooms...

Then, dinner of scrambled eggs mixed with mushrooms...

Mushroom all day...

Smiling a little remembering our mushroom garden. Every morning and evening spray water so that the mushroom plants are always moist. The first oyster mushroom that was harvested was quite a lot, we should have sold it, but because we didn't know the market price, we just distributed it. Basically, we are not mushroom traders, mushroom gardening can't ultimately be an income, but close bonds when the boat of life is hit by a storm.

“Ting-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-...”

The daydream was broken, the alarm ringing from Mahira's room was so loud. His voice was so loud it was deafening. The sound of the alarm was so loud, Mahira was still fast asleep. You're a sleeping princess, if a firecracker explodes, it's easy to just sleep on.

Say hello in his ear, so that he wakes up, his body squirming lazily. The affectionate caress on his head from his beloved mother managed to make his eyes slightly open. Blinking a few times, he got up and sat on his bed.

"Fajr prayer, honey," I said softly.

“Hmmm...”

His eyes were closed again, peeking occasionally and then closing again.

"Come on, get up, pray first."

Mahira nodded her head.

Leaving Mahira after she was sure she wouldn't fall asleep again, because there was still one giant baby to wake up.

When I entered the room, the bed was unoccupied. Where had the occupants of the bed disappeared, eyes began to comb every corner of the room. From inside the bathroom came the sound of running water. Smiling happily, apparently he was already in the bathroom, thankfully there was no need to bother waking him up.

After praying together with Mahira, Bram lay down on the bed, slowly closed his eyes and returned to dreamland. Mahira saw her father lying down, participated. Son and father have returned to the dream world. I have to stay awake, start the struggle this morning.

The sun shows its true identity, its light spreads throughout the earth. Trying to wake up Bram and Mahira who are still having fun playing in their dreams. Although it took a struggle, finally managed to bring them to the real world. The father and son move towards the dining table, like a cell phone must be charged – in low battery condition. They need a supply of energy, to start the day's activities.

"Hey... take a shower first, at least wash your face...!"

Both of them ignored my warning. They kept their focus on walking towards the dining table. It has become a habit every day, they have breakfast before bathing.

After breakfast, there will be a race to the bathroom. Unbelievable, in this house there are three bathrooms. But they only want to use the private bathroom in Bram and I's room. Likewise, Kakang, when he came home from the hut, he must have used the bathroom as well.

"One two Three..."

This mouth began to count, what happened next can be guessed what the father and son used to do. Their eyes looked at the clock on the wall, it was half past seven in the morning. The two of them got ready to run to the bathroom. This morning's show is about to start...

“Mom… please take my towel!” Mahira shouted while running trying to catch up with Bram.

"Don't, ma'am. You have a meeting, you have to take a shower first!” shouted Bram trying to block Mahira from entering the room.

"Father... give up on his son!"

"It's the child who has to succumb to his father...!"

"Mom... I have picket today!"

Bram and Mahira nudged each other trying to get into the bathroom.

"You're the first to take a shower..."

"Me first..."

...

In the end, Mahira became the winner, Bram was forced to take a shower in another bathroom. Furthermore, after bathing there will be another commotion.

“Father, hurry up…!”

"Wait a minute, you're wearing socks."

Wonder... why do they always have to be noisy every morning, after all in the end they will go together. While leaving for the office, Bram took Mahira to school because their trip was one-way. I shook my head at the behavior of the son and father.

BRAM

“Ciittt...!!!”

The car brakes suddenly, hands throw fists to the thighs,

"Oh shit, the flashlight has gone

His intention was to speed up so that he wouldn't be caught in a red light, because the motorbike was arbitrarily overtaking. Ehh... it's already overtaking instead of speeding, it's actually very friendly. Mothers!

Lucky me, Lesmana played Payung Teduh's Akad song. Even if you're stuck at a red light, you don't feel bad. My body reflexively follows the music, my mouth sings the lyrics of the song.

ref

When the time has come

I want you to be my wife

Walk with you in the heat and rain

Running around and laughing

But the time for parting has come

Let me take care of you

Both enjoy hugs at the end of time

Will you be my friend

While singing, remembering our daily routine. It's nice to see Mia, smiling with our antics who always make a fuss every morning. Azmia's smile is a supply of vitamins, I really need. Either way, he will always make Azmia smile, so I will be excited to welcome the pile of work in the office.

There used to be two competitors, now there's only one left. Because previously there was Kakang Ihsan, our son who is now living his days in a boarding school in Sukabumi. Now left me and Mahira who every morning makes a fuss and carves a smile on my wife's lips.

“Teeettt... teeettt.... teeettt...”

"Wow...!!! Go green light!!!”

Unknowingly the song invites the memory of the brain to dance, until you don't realize the light has turned green. Whatever!!! Whether people honk or shout, the important thing is that I'm happy, my wife is happy, our children are happy. Lips develop a smile, enjoying the happiness that Allah has given.