Kasih Semalam [Part 1]

"Umi, Muaz nak jubah macam abang Haikal jugak!" rengek si adik. Si ibu hanya tertawa dengan keletah anak kecil tu. Haikal, abang sulung yang bakal mendaftar di sekolah menengah, diberikan hadiah sehelai jubah oleh si ibu dan ayah.

Si ibu melutut, merenung si kecil Muaz. "Muaz nak jugak?"

Muaz mengangguk.

Si ibu memandang wajah ayah. Masing-masing tersenyum.

"Okay. Kalau macam tu, semua orang dapat jubah baru hari ni. Pilihlah mana yang kamu nak,"

Keempat-empat anak-anaknya melonjak gembira hingga menarik perhatian beberapa orang yang turut berada di dalam kedai itu. Ibu dan ayah hanya tertawa.

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Muaz dan adik-beradiknya seronok bermain di taman sambil diperhatikan oleh ayah dan ibu. Ayah dan ibu sekadar joging bersama. Anak-anak galak bergelak ketawa.

Usai beberapa pusingan, ibu dan ayah berhenti sejenak di kerusi taman, melihat anak-anak. Si ayah bersandar dan merenung si ibu.

"Sayang, terima kasih," sebuah senyuman dihadiahkan buat isteri.

Si isteri menoleh ke arah suaminya. "Kenapa, bang?" Kening dikerut, pelik barangkali.
"Terima kasih, sebab dah bantu abang didik anak-anak. Alhamdulillah, mereka membesar menjadi mujahid yang kita cuba bentuk," si suami tersenyum lagi, kali ini wajahnya ke arah sekumpulan kanak-kanak bermain kejar-kejar. Salah seorang berlari ke arah mereka.

"Umi, abah, jomlah main sekali!" kanak-kanak itu senang dipanggil Faris. Faris bersungguh menarik lengan si ayah. Si ayah menunjukkan gaya penat dan mengurut-urut dadanya. Si ibu pula lebih suka sekadar senyum dan menggeleng.

"Faris pergilah main. Umi dan abah dah penat," tutur si ibu.

"Kata nak jadi macam Abdullah Azzim?" butir bicara anak penuh pujukan, sambil mengangkat kening dan tersenyum. Tangannya mencekak pinggang.

Si ibu dan si ayah saling memandang, dan sama-sama tersenyum lagi.

"Okaylah. Jom!" ujar si ayah. Faris kelihatan gembira dan melompat. Seorang kanak-kanak yang lincah. Sambil berlari, dia melaungkan, "Abang Haikal, Kak Izzah, Muaz, umi dan abi nak join sekali!"

Ketiga-tiganya bersorak. Si ibu memandang wajah si ayah, tersenyum dan berkata, "Sama-sama abang. InsyaAllah, inilah sumbangan kita untuk ummah masa depan nanti." Sambil berpegangan tangan, mereka berlari-lari kecil ke arah kumpulan kanak-kanak tadi.

To be continued...
insyaAllah

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