Being at Home

It was Friday. I was at home. I felt a cough was going to come. I was sneezing. Liquid emerged from my nose holes. Though I joined the Friday prayer at the Masjid Attaqwa. The preacher encouraged the jamaah to use time and opportunities to practiced amal saleh as much as possible.

In the afternoon Rahutama came from Jogja. We had nasi padang in the evening for our dinner.