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"So that's the point. You and other humans just ask for help through chatting, right? As humans, we don't only need the help of other humans, but we need help from our creator too. Who is our creator? Allah. So that's why you pray you can chat and ask God for help, about anything. After praying, you can tell God about anything, about your school, about your family, about your longing for your mother, and about your feelings, which you said you didn't know what you feel, Allah knows, Ayla, Allah will give you the answer" Akira explained exasperatedly. "How can I know the answer from God?"

"Now that's the magic of worship, Ayla, we never know when our prayers will be answered by Allah, when our questions will be answered by Allah, but we can feel that, that's why people who worship are asked to be patient in their worship because all prayers will be answered at the right time according to God's reckoning." Ayla listened silently to Akira's answer, her head thinking how many chances to tell Allah have she wasted? "Prayer Ayla, you are not alone, Allah never leaves you"

For the past few days, Ayla has not visited the coffee shop where Akira works. After finishing the exam, Ayla will go straight home. Akira's words the other day were running around in her head, keeping her awake almost every night. Ayla began to think about whether the reason for her loss of motivation in life was because of the worship she had neglected? Ayla does not know the exact reason and when she started to neglect her worship. Ayla only felt that she had lost the energy to do the things she usually did, to carry out her obligations, from going to school to pray. Ayla realized that she was very different from herself when her mother was still around. Also, her relationship with her father, which is practically not good in the past few months. She also shunned her schoolmates, building a tall invisible wall to separate herself from those around her. Ayla got up from her bed when she heard the sound of the azan, this time, without being reminded by Akira, Ayla got up to pray. After the prayer, Ayla sat on the prayer rug silently. Thinking about everything that had happened in the last few months. Starting from the death of her mother to the argument with her father. Ayla cried silently, thinking about these things made her cries which were initially silent grow bigger.

The clock still shows five in the morning. Ayla, who had finished her prayer, immediately rushed to the kitchen to cook breakfast for her father and sister. Today she will only make fried rice for her family's breakfast. An hour later, she saw her father and brother---Izar coming down the stairs.

"Breakfast first, Baba, Zar," Ayla said softly while preparing breakfast for her father. Ayla gave each a plate of fried rice and a glass of water to her father and her little brother who were sitting at the dinner table.

"Ba," Ayla called, glancing fearfully at her father. Tanweer turned his attention to his only daughter. Waiting for what the teenage girl will say. "Sorry. I'm sorry for being an annoying rebellious child. From now on I will make up my attitude, go to school diligently, and also not come home late again. I guarantee I graduate with good grades,"

Tanweer took a sip of water in front of him. "Ayla, you know I love you, right? Even though I don't show it the way you want, it doesn't mean I don't love you. You and Izar are the most beautiful things that happened in my life, Ayla. I'm also sorry if I'm too hard on you, and sorry too if my words and attitude hurt you. I will try to be a good father and mother for you and Izar,"

"Thank you, Baba, I love you too"