As usual, early in the morning around 7:30 I was out of the boarding house to the bus stop Plumpang Pertamina, Transjakarta. I would not want to leave early every week to get to the hospital. Jakarta on time, before the focus group begins. The event which teaches participants how to build our business. Specially designed for 12 weeks with materials and goal-specific goals.
After the Focus Group, I also drove to the Plaza Semanggi because it only runs for a while already up there. I have an appointment ketemuan with friends, to equally to Senayan. Unfortunately, because of the rain fell we ended up pulled over to the FX and had lunch there while chatting.
After lunch, my friend and I were praying Dhuhr before finally turning to their homes. In the mosque FX are not too big, I saw a young father with a little girl, his daughter.
The father was carrying a small bag containing mukenah his little girl. In 'she asked her daughter to perform ablutions before prayer. Later, the father revealed mat for your baby and they began to pray in congregation Dhuhr. I had seen it all, just before the congregation joined in prayer followed it with my friend.
After prayers, the father then helped her little girl folded mukenah and prayer mats. They went on his way on FX. Just flashed in my mind, where the mother?
Nothing too special about this event. It's just a simple event that I catch it, then make up my mind drifted back in time where I was a kid. For some reason the tape is still unclear, when my father asked me to go pray to the mosque. Whether it's Friday prayers or Maghrib prayer, I usually fall asleep on dad's lap because it is very sleepy.
After the Focus Group, I also drove to the Plaza Semanggi because it only runs for a while already up there. I have an appointment ketemuan with friends, to equally to Senayan. Unfortunately, because of the rain fell we ended up pulled over to the FX and had lunch there while chatting.
After lunch, my friend and I were praying Dhuhr before finally turning to their homes. In the mosque FX are not too big, I saw a young father with a little girl, his daughter.
The father was carrying a small bag containing mukenah his little girl. In 'she asked her daughter to perform ablutions before prayer. Later, the father revealed mat for your baby and they began to pray in congregation Dhuhr. I had seen it all, just before the congregation joined in prayer followed it with my friend.
After prayers, the father then helped her little girl folded mukenah and prayer mats. They went on his way on FX. Just flashed in my mind, where the mother?
Nothing too special about this event. It's just a simple event that I catch it, then make up my mind drifted back in time where I was a kid. For some reason the tape is still unclear, when my father asked me to go pray to the mosque. Whether it's Friday prayers or Maghrib prayer, I usually fall asleep on dad's lap because it is very sleepy.
Father did not get enough to invite me to the mosque just get lazy to move their children not to go to the mosque and pray in congregation. After a dozen years had passed, when I was at home my father was still faithful to remind me to go to the mosque and praying there when there is no urgent circumstances that forced me to pray at home.
Ah, so a little mellow. He wanted to return briefly to the house, just off miss but could not because bound job in Jakarta. During this time, just regular phone into the house that I can do. That was never there are many words were spoken, when talking with the father. Did not take many words, but I knew there had my name mentioned in father's prayer. There is a longing in the midst of the silence and lack of words.
During this, our tendency is closer to the mother, is not it? But do not forget dad. Without many words, sometimes he was worried and thinking of us as mothers. In fact he was willing to do anything, as long dinafkahi family can live well and not miserable.
For my friends who go abroad and still complete his parents, Have you called your parents? When was the last time you contacted them? In silence, they waited for news and your phone.
Ah, so a little mellow. He wanted to return briefly to the house, just off miss but could not because bound job in Jakarta. During this time, just regular phone into the house that I can do. That was never there are many words were spoken, when talking with the father. Did not take many words, but I knew there had my name mentioned in father's prayer. There is a longing in the midst of the silence and lack of words.
During this, our tendency is closer to the mother, is not it? But do not forget dad. Without many words, sometimes he was worried and thinking of us as mothers. In fact he was willing to do anything, as long dinafkahi family can live well and not miserable.
For my friends who go abroad and still complete his parents, Have you called your parents? When was the last time you contacted them? In silence, they waited for news and your phone.
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| Father and Daughter |
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