Asiyah End Times
Pondok Pesantren Abu Bakar Ash - Siddiq

The car pulled over right in front of the residential guard post.

Report to the guard first.

They were allowed in by officers.

Cita got back in the car after getting permission from the security.

"Ustadz Hamdal's house number three on the right, sir, said the security guard, Ustadz Hamdal just got out of the cottage riding his motorbike, in a hurry like that," explained Cita.

The car went back slowly. Entering the residential area.

Not a big house. But indeed this housing is arguably enough for a small family. Simple, far from fancy. Looks clean.

There are houses of pesantren managers. Starting from pesantren managers who are still single to those who are married and have children.

Green shades paint their homes. Permanent house is the same size as commercial housing type 36, very simple indeed if juxtaposed with pesantren area that looks amazing.

The car stopped right in front of house number three, on their right, "It looks like this is the house of Ustadz Hamdal, ayoo we go down," Asiyah asked.

The four of them got out of the car.

"Assalamu'alaykum, excuse me," Cita tried to call someone in the house. Any idea there was his wife Ustadz, or his son.

Several times Cita said greetings, helped by Caca who knocked on her door. Asiyah and Nomo waited.

Ngeekkk. "Wa'alaykumussalam, I'm sorry that you finished a little bit in the kitchen," explained a middle-aged woman who came out of the house Ustadz Hamdal. The woman was wearing a shar'i hijab. The carrying is gentle and polite. Her face still looks beautiful, also shaded his gaze.

"Let's go in, let's talk inside the house, please" the woman asked.

"Please sit down, I want to go back for a moment" he continued. Rushing towards the kitchen.

Asiyah Caca and Cita, also Mr. Nomo immediately entered the house which is very simple but beautiful. They took their respective sitting positions, politely.

Seen by the view of Asiyah, lined up the arrangement of books and also scientific books in the glass cabinet that was next to her seat, precisely in the corner of the living room.

The middle-aged woman came back to them, immediately served food snacks, sponge cake and warm tea water that He had just taken from the kitchen.

"Thank you Ma'am, what a bother, we also have a little of this" Asiyah said to the woman, handing over the parcel of cake she bought on the way to the pesantren.

Asiyah gave her friendly smile. She greeted the cake with pleasure.

"What is this, God willing, thank you son," the middle-aged woman smiled.

"Let's taste the cake, the tea is also drunk" said the woman. Opening his right palm towards the food and drink he had been drinking. Allow them to enjoy their dishes.

Caca, Cita and Asiyah, also Mr. Nomo immediately sipped his warm tea. Also a little tasting cake that has been served.

"The mother of his wife Ustadz Hamdal, here the mother is usually called Ustadzah Hani, Ustadz Hamdal has told everything about you, qadarullah Ustadz Hamdal got an important phone call this morning, one of his students was hit by a disaster, so he hurried there to see the condition of his student," explained Ustadzah Hani. Relax, sit politely facing them.

"Aamiin, hhhmm. maybe Ustadz Hamdal is quite a long time there, you can look around the pesantren cottage area first, around so as not to get tired of waiting," explained Ustadzah Hani.

"Later I ask for help from one of the boarding managers here, to accompany you, later he will explain what you want to ask about this pesantren," he continued.

"Oh yes, may also Ustadzah, we are very happy if allowed to look around this pesantren area," replied Asiyah, seen sumringah.

"Awhile I called, not far away, he lived next door, still a bachelor," Ustadzah Hani tried to tease Asiyah with the whispering word 'bachelorette. A small smile on Asiyah. Leaving this room.

Asiyah returned her smile. Blushed shame. Caca and Cita also can't wait for the pesantren manager who said 'bachelors' it. Still hoping to get a soul mate here.

Five minutes passed. The clock in the living room, second by second, was ticking. They're still waiting.

Ustadzah Hani came with the young pesantren manager. Standing on the inside of his door. "Assalamu'alaykum" said Ustadzah Hani.

Asiyah and her three colleagues also immediately stood up to welcome the arrival of Ustadzah Hani and a shady young man.

"Wa'alaykumussalam" replied Asiyah and her three colleagues.

"Nah Asiyah, this is Ustadz Zulfikar his name, he will accompany you around the boarding school, handsome yes Asiyah, maa shaa Allah," Ustadzah Hani again teased Asiyah.

Asiyah smiled wryly, followed by Caca, Cita, also Mr. Nomo.

Ustadz Zulfikar also could not help but smile his shame.

Fifteen minutes drive around this boarding school with Ustadz Zulfikar. Asiyah and her three colleagues were constantly amazed by the beauty of this pesantren. Maa shaa Allah. Pesantren are so shady with green trees neatly arranged on each side of the road.

The nuances of the pesantren building are dark green. Asiyah wondered why the building here is dominated by green?

"Why is the color of this pesantren cottage dominated by green? One reason is that because green is so synonymous with Muslims, in the Qur'an it is also explained that heaven is described as a place where residents wear green clothes, made of fine silk. The color green also appears in Islamic history," explained Ustadz Zulfikar when asked by Asiyah about his curiosity.

"Maa is Allah" said Asiyah and her three colleagues immediately heard the explanation.

"Oo yes Ustadz, so why is this pesantren named 'Abu Bakar Ash-Siddiq', what is the name of a founder or the name of an elder in this area?" connect Cita with her question.

Still continue to walk around the boarding school that is lined with large high walls that surround it. It was like being in a giant bowl.

The writing of asma'ul husna they still pass along the edge of the asphalt road in the boarding area.

"So, the name Abu Bakr Ash-Siddiq was taken from the name of the Prophet's friend Shallahu 'Alaihi Wasallam who was first guaranteed to enter heaven by Allah. And also became one of the assabiqunal awwalun or the first people who converted to Islam. He always accompanied the Prophet in delivering the preaching of the Islamic religion" explained Ustadz Zulfikar.

"Maaa Allah, may we also be among the believers who will gather in Allah's Paradise, Ohamiin," said Asiyah. He rubbed both of his palms against his face.

Followed by Caca and Cita also Mr. Nomo, and Ustadz Zulfikar, guaranteed the do'a that had just been said by Asiyah.

"It just so happens that this time is a school holiday, so many cottage students return to their homes, but there are also some who live," clearly Ustadz Zulfikar while focusing his gaze towards a santri who was on the terrace of his room , seen from a distance the disciple was doing his murojaah memorization of the Qur'an. Ustadz Zulfikar smiled in amazement. Maa shaa Allah.

Asiyah and her three colleagues also smiled watching this good scene. It sounded soft and beautiful the recitation of the Qur'an. Maa shaa Allah.