EXORAYA EDITION

[IM] Abah loves you

I watch my husband from the woman prayer side. We are waiting for the terawih to start. On his lap, there sits our soon-to-be 2 years old son, shaking his head to the sound of people reciting dzikir.

My husband leans to the wall, his lips moving to recite zikir with the rest of the jemaah. While my son on his lap, secured by his callouse hand, fidgeting. His chubby cheeks shakes each time he move his head. He eyes one corner of the mosque, his eyes lights up at something.

At once, he stands up, making my husband gasps. He runs across the mosque, leaving my confused husband behind. But when he finally see the direction of our son going, he stands to his feet and runs for him panicly.

"Ya Allah. No nooo. No baby ASTAGHFIRULLAHALAZIM baby" he sighs. My son grabs onto the kitten, making the poor thing scream in its own language. Squeezing the little cat, he pulls it up, showing his father his teeth smile.

"Baby. Abah dah kata jangan pegang kucing— Ya Allah. Put that down baby."

My son squints his eyes, blinking rapidly to get his father's mercy.

"No. Letak kucing tu." he says sternly. I laugh when my son submissively put down the kitten, not forgetting to squeeze it again, the sound of the kitten yelping echoes.

He then scoops my poor baby by the waist, the little bubble hanging in the air in his father's arm, head hanging low. He knows he's going to get a lecture from his abah.

Sitting down, my husband sits our son infront of him, in an attempt to start a lecture. My son has his hands behind him and his head down.

"Abah told you don't run in masjid right?" he asks.

From my view, I can see my boy blinking with his head hanging low. My heart swells. He is a very good boy and listens well to us. But at times like this, I can't help but to let Minseok disciplines him. He needs to know what's wrong and what's right.

"Abah also told you don't grab a cat like that right?" my boy nods at once. His hands fidgeting behind him, a sign that he's nervous and about to cry.

"If you do that to the cat, it will get hurt. Remember abah said we cannot make other's hurt?" his voice comes out soft, in attempt to make up for his stern voice just now. As if knowing I am watching them, Minseok darts his eyes to me, some sort of asking if he is doing things right.

I know him. He hates scolding his own son. Every fibre of his muscles always burn with apology whenever he need to discipline his son. I nods my head, an approving sign for him to stop scolding our son.

At once, he smiles, cooing my boy. "Abah is sorry okay?" my boy has this pout on his lips, trying to suppress his cry. It doesn't help that the tears still drop on his chubby cheeks.

"Ohh—" Minseok hurrily pulls his little boy onto his lap, hugging him to his chest. I smile. Both of them have this affection towards each other. My son cannot stand his abah being mad at him. That's why he cries easily.

"Shhhh. Abah loves you. Abah loves you. Abah is sorry okay?" the little boy nods in Minseok's embrace. My husband looks up to me, his eyes showing guilt and restless. I shake my head, not wanting him to feel bad.

'You did good. I love you.' I mouth at him. He smiles, kissing the top of our son's head.

A/N

Here's a fluffy and abah xiumin for you guysssss!!! Awhhh I literally squeal when I wrote this because abah is soooooo whipped awhhh

QOTD : Have you performed terawih?
AOTD : No I went out for iftar with friends so didn't get to go for terawih. *bad me bad me *