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Ada seorang anak perempuan bernama Shella. Shella hidup bersama ayah, ibu, dan nenek nya. Terkadang dia patuh kepada mereka, dan terkadang berani kepada mereka
"Kamu ingin hidup bersama tetanggamu yang beragama nasrani itu? kenapa kau tidak pernah sholat padahal agama mu itu islam" ujar Ibu Shella pada saat memarahinya
Lalu Shella menjawab "iya - iya ah, habis ini aku sholat"
Pada saat itu adalah waktu maghrib, setelah itu Shella mengambil air wudhu ke kamar mandi lalu dia kembali ke kamar untuk sholat. Akan tetapi dia tidak melakukan sholat tersebut. Hanya mengunci kamarnya.
Keesokan harinya adalah hari Minggu, Shella masih tidur di kamarnya. Lalu ayahnya menggedor gedor pintu kamar nya
dddoorr ddoorr doddorrr " Shella, bangun!!! ini sudah pagi! kamu itu perempuan harusnya bangun pagi membantu ibumu karena iki adalah hari minggu! sudah jam 8 pagi dan juga kamu punya tanggung jawab untuk sholat subuh! bangun Shella!!!"
"ahhh brisik sekalii, padahal ini hari Minggu aku ingin bangun siang karena biasanya aku juga bangun pagi untuk sekolah" gumam Shella
Dengan mata ngantuk, nyawa yang belum terkumpul dia berusaha untuk bagun
ceeklekk Shella membuka pintu
Tiba-tiba pada saat sampai ke dapur neneknya memarahinya
"kamu ini sudah besar, kamu mempunyai tanggung jawab sholat. itu bukan untuk siapa-siapa tapi untuk dirimu sendiri"
Shella pun jengkel lalu pergi ke kamar lagi untuk tidur "hhhahhhhh!!!" dduuaaaarrr sambil menutup pintu.
Kebetulan pada saat itu ibu, ayah dan nenek nya pergi untuk keluar kota karena ada acara resepsi, sebenarnya Shella di ajak tapi dia tidak mau.
"hari ini kami(ayah ibu nenek) pergi, mungkin sampai malam baru pulang. Kemarin kamu di ajak tidak mau, sekarang tidak usah kemana-mana dan jaga rumah saja. Jangan lupa nanti sholat!!" kata ayah
"iya ayah aku gak kemana-mana" jawab Shella
"yasudah kita berangkat, assalamualaikum"
"waalaikumsalam" jawabnya
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