AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 11. HAROBA

...(.(.Haroub \= Escape)...

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Jakarta.

Kyai Hariri Salim returned home at ten o'clock in the evening. He saw his wife and eldest son standing in front of the door of Aiswa's room, begging to open the door.

" Umma, what's wrong? " he asked his wife when he kissed her hand.

" Mrs.... " Ahmad the eldest son came and salim to the father.

" Aish won't open the door, since he hasn't eaten in the morning. Since Buya went to dawn. "

" Will there be a spare key? open up... "

" Take Aish Buya, " replied Ahmad

" Athaghfirullah's. " She said while scooping her face.

" What's in Buya's bust? " ask Ahmad.

" Mumya change clothes first, then Buya try to persuade. "

Kyai Hariri Salim stepped into the room followed by his wife behind him. After feeling safe to have moved away from Ahmad, umma began to protest at her husband.

" I told you, what I'm worried about is finally happening right, Mas has gone too far.. I don't want to know, Mas must listen to Aiswa's wishes, I beg of you.. I beg, "he asked her husband.

" Want to put where my face is? Aiswa agreed that if this meeting was held, he himself said when I asked in the reading room. He was just sulking, after all he was already familiar with Hasbi. "

" It's not about putting your face, bearing shame or knowing Hasbi, it's a matter of your heart... Aish already has a lover in her heart! " snaps Umma in despair.

" MARIA!!... How dare you scream in front of me. "

Umma was surprised to hear her husband's voice rising. He last heard the same tone when he was going to leave this house because Aiswa will be sent to Yemen at the age of 12 years and entrusted to his relatives there and will be married when Aiswa was 18 years old, as it is today.

" It's my fault I married you... " Umma left her husband in the room, she covered her mouth, held her so that her stuffing was not heard Ahmad while half ran towards and into the guest room, locked the door from the inside and cried there no matter the knock on the door and the persuasion of her husband.

" Young, Maryam... I'm sorry.... "

" Maryam.". "persuade him again.

" Do as you please, Mom... Let's just say I didn't exist like all this time, "the stuffing of Umma sounds terrible.

" good... Okay, I'll talk to Aiswa, open Maryam's door... "

" Go.... I want to be alone. "

Hariri Salim went away from the guest room and returned to his room. He seemed to want to scream out anger. Physically tired after the journey of da'wah plus problems at home makes her stress instantly. Aiswa was exactly her mother, quiet yet harboring emotions that could explode at any moment, she forgot.

" Bath... Then talk to the two women, "he looked at the appearance of himself dicermin like a mosquito lacking blood, tired not freely moving and issued a sound ngiiying in the ear.

Thirty minutes without a sound, finally Hariri Salim finished with the routine in the bathroom. He looked at the wall clock, at 11 p.m. His legs then he stepped into the guest room first trying to persuade his wife back.

Geck. Geck. Geck.

" Umma, open the door... Accompany Buya to talk to Aish. "

Long time no sound from inside, two seconds of silence. Feeling that he was wasting his time, he turned to his daughter, Aiswa.

Geck. Geck. Geck.

" Aish, open up baby... Buya wants to talk. "

I've been determined, I'm sorry Buya. Aiswa prepares to flee.

" Aishis.... Aish, Buya promised to listen to Aish's request. "

His Abuya waited patiently at the door to make Ahmad his eldest son who would take a drink undo his intentions and accompany him there.

" Go drink first Brother." he asked Ahmad when he saw his son's hand carrying a glass.

" Yeahr, I went to the kitchen first Buya. "

" Aiswa, Aiswa Fajri bint Hariri Salim, OPEN!! "

He was desperate, almost out of patience even though he tried his hardest to control his emotions.

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After the departure of her husband, Maryam alias Umma Aiswa thought hard. If he does not defend his son, then Aiswa will suffer.

" My Robb, what can I do as a mother? I want to give Aish a chance to find the answer to her heart. "

Honey, umma child, let umma bear your Buya anger. Umma will help you, son.

Maryam came out of the guest room, walking straight into the backyard. With his bare hands he took the stairs from the barn and placed them right under the window of Aiswa's room. So that his son was not injured when going down because under the window Aiswa room planted flowers with sharp thorns, Euphorbia.

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Two hours earlier.

Aiswa had asked two of her friends for help in buying her one class executive train ticket to Semarang. He also asked his two friends to wait right at the back gate close to the bamboo garden at midnight, 5 minutes after the change of guard.

At 10pm Aiswa heard a commotion outside his house. Apparently his Abuya had returned and had a little quarrel with his mother because she defended him.

" Amafin Aish, Umma.... I don't have a choice. "

Aiswa waited for her escape time anxiously. He had stuck the doorknob with his study table so that Abuya did not easily break into his room.

At 11 pm, it was heard that the father was still trying to persuade him for a long time he was upset and the originally soft tone of persuasion was now turned into a clash.

" Aiswa, Aiswa Fajri bint Hariri Salim, OPEN!! "

" OPEN, or Buya broke!! " scream again.

Aiswa trembled, but her heart tried to confirm her intention and determination. He opened the window, but was surprised to find a ladder under his window.

Not wasting any time, as the sound of the break grew louder, Aiswa descended through the window. His face was terrified by the night, this was his first mission to escape.

His friend had sent a message that they had just arrived at the pick-up location. Aiswa ran settles, tiptoed, towards the silent back door of the cottage.

" Hey.... Who is it. "the voice of the gatekeeper.

Aiswa panicked, confused about where to escape. His heart was pounding irregularly, his sweat was pouring profusely and his face was deathly pale at the thought of the fate of his mission failure.

But when her condition was squeezed, a voice saved her.

" Jang's.. Ujang, please come here... "

Deghs.

" Omma........ " Aiswa saw her umma appear in the distance from where she was hiding.

" Mrs Nyai, sorry these nights are here? "

" I'm so hot that I'm looking for air here for a moment, and then seeing the woods there seems to be troubling the road... I'm asking you to move it to the side tomorrow, yes " Umma invited the two guards to talk while directing them to turn their backs against the wall so as not to see Aiswa climbing the high wall with the stairs he had prepared there as well.

Umma knew his son saw himself, a wave of Umma's hand told Aiswa to run away to see the boy.

" Jazakillah kheyr Umma... Thank you so much for the help tonight. Aish will always remember "a tear on her face.

Aiswa escaped easily that night, he plunged down from a 2-meter-high wall and was captured by his two best friends.

Brugh. Aiswa grimaced feeling her knee hurt by the impact of the barren land but she surrendered. The three then hurried away from there by car to the train station.

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Umma felt Aiswa had managed to escape so he went back to his home. And when Umma reached the back door, he heard.

Braaakkk. The sound of the door being forcefully kicked.

" .......!!! HOW DARE YOU...!! " Shouted Hariri Salim to cause some of the guards to come to his residence.

When her husband is seen leaving Aiswa's room to the front yard and trying to find her, Maryam sneaks back into the guest room and stays there.

He then took ablution and prepared to perform the sunnah prayer when the door of his room was forcibly broken by the husband.

" Maryam, what are you doing? "

" I want to pray, move aside... "

" Your......... "

Maryam did not reprimand her husband, she continued her prayers. In his heart the overwhelming anxiety at the thought of his only daughter had left, as well as the pain of seeing a split in his family.

Only to you, I beg for protection and guidance. Take care of my son out there, Robb, show me Your Grace for my son. .

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......" Allahumma inni as aluka nafsaan bika muthma-innah, tu’minu biliqoo-ika’ watardhoo bi qodhooika wataqna’u bi’athooika”......