MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
001 Chapter

Adhan reverberated loudly from various mosques around his house.

Sunlight has not been seen in the slightest, making the current conditions still very dark like night.

Accompanied by a rooster who every morning showed his privilege in crowing and woke up the humans who were nearby to serve Him.

Dew neatly lined up wetting all the green paddy that lay in the paddy fields. Not to forget, the dew that set itself on the ground due to the exposure of the morning wind brings a soothing sound.

A voice that can even make all nature, from the highest trees, to the grasses and various kinds of animals call His name.

Not to forget, the beauty of the moon and the majesty of the constellations bowed to Him.

The resulting voice seemed to accompany the presence of angels to spread blessings on the earth to those who obeyed Him.

Blowing breeze that still feels cold to hit all the sides of the walls of my house made of woven bamboo.

Entering all the sidelines of my house that is open whether forced or not, expel the stuffy air that previously inhabited inside the house quickly.

The whisper that felt coming from heaven made me calm making all the nerves inside my body feel the coolness of the wind that blows.

I who was solemnly performing the morning prayer wrapped in white mukena with cherry blossom embroidery felt all that.

Likewise with my two sisters, Roni and Jaka also feel the same way as what I currently feel.

Somehow the process that the wind passed through so that it could touch me, and where the wind came from I also do not know.

Clearly, I am now grateful to Allah for the blessing of the sustenance that has been sent in this wind.

The wind that makes the energy of my spirit increase when performing the Fajr prayer.

In fact, this time the wind was blowing my face like it was carrying a memory when I was still sitting on the Junior High School bench.

At that time, my family often held congregational morning prayers at home.

Father, mother, Roni, Jaka, and I, Princess Nur Wahidah Millenia.

The name is quite long and eccentric when viewed from the life of me who lives in the village.

However, that is a name of pride that I am currently carrying given by my parents.

The sense of harmony, the attachment of togetherness and the sacred warmth, that is the impression and memory that imprint in my mind.

There is nothing more dominating than all the flavors I have mentioned.

If there is, I would prefer to ignore it.

But that all changed when Mom and Dad left me and my two sisters.

The accident a few years ago, was so remembered and stuck perfectly in a fragment of my memory.

A goodwill that the two of them do to attend regular recitation every Saturday in Masjid Raya Malang should end in grief.

Not that the feelings that once changed, but after the events that befell Mom and Dad, the longing for warmth deepened in my heart.

That was the beginning of me and my two sisters try to always be determined to live independently.

Trying to always fight against the rigors of life that will come before me.

Even though I still have a brother, who is out of town. But I don't want to constantly trouble them.

My uncle, who owns three branches of a large and famous building store in Malang city.

My aunt, is a person who is currently given the obligation to be a food quality controller at a famous restaurant that is also located in the city of Malang.

For me, I currently have an obligation to be able to support and provide the best education for my two sisters, Roni and Jaka.

It has become a habit that was instilled by both my parents to recite.

After I finished my prayer, I recited. I don't know why, from the many practices that have been taught to me until now.

My favorite practice is dhikr. I once remembered there was one of the hadiths of the Prophet Muhammad: bersabda, bersabda,

- The words that Allah loves and loves most are four\s: subhanallah\, alhamdulillah\, laa ilaaha illallah\, and Allahu akbar. -

Almost when I was in my spare time, I always tried to use it by reading the Qur'an or just reciting.

Playing a prayer beads of light blue wood with a rock pattern in it gives the mother and calls the Divine sentences.

The feeling of calm, the void of being free to think about and beg for something on her could make me feel at ease to live my life right now.

After I finished my dhikr, I prayed.

"O Allah, You are my Lord. All the praise of the universe is intended only for You. God, it is not the sun and the moon that always love the sky."

"I am a servant like a tree in the desert. If pride bears fruit, then give me a rebuke for dropping the fruit. Amen."

I didn't feel that when I prayed, there were tears trying to come out and drop her on my prayer mat.

I said the prayer, I opened my face and folded it as I should.

I decided to go to the kitchen immediately. However, the moment I came out of the prayer room, Roni suddenly came to me.

He said he wanted to help with the cooking this morning.

“Mbak, can I help you cook?” ask Roni.

“Not want to be helped, but meningan you just learn. Hows it? Last week you said to mbak if tomorrow there is an Indonesian exam, right?”

“Mbak Putri this must, right I also learned with Jaka last night before going to bed.” replied Roni with a ketus.

“Where yes..” I thought about and considered Rioni's request.

“Mbak, I can kok.” said Roni reassured.

“Iya deh, can. But there is one condition and you have to promise.”

“What are the terms, mbak?” roni asked excitedly.

“You must promise, if your test results are bad later, you do not have to help Maak anymore. But, if the value is good, you can help mbak as much as you. How?”

“Ready, boss!” sahut Roni's.

I immediately told Roni to wake Jaka up as well, so that she could help with the cooking for this morning.

Not long after, I also immediately followed Roni and Jaka to go to the kitchen. Roni, carefully trying to pour the rice from the sack into the reef with the old tin I used to use before.

As for me, decided to take a knife and a wooden pedestal. Cut tempeh and know quickly and in as much precision as possible so that buyers do not feel disadvantaged.

After I finished my business with tempeh and found out, I went to another job.

Now, it's my turn to deal with the onion that needs to be done as quickly as possible and put the peeled garlic into the tear.

Accompanied by the salt that had been waiting for his turn to participate in this cooking, I mute them both until smooth.

Not long ago and I think now salt and garlic have made peace into one fine seasoning.

I put the two of them in the basin, then I added a little water and stirred them evenly.