BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 50 GREAT GUESTS

EPS 50 GREAT GUESTS

Just when the full moon reached its peak, the atmosphere in the boarding school Kesatryan Santri suddenly changed. The weather that was warm turned cold. The cold weather spreads, freezing the grass and leaves. Even the grains of dew turned into snow spots. Creating a white feel on the roofs of pesantren buildings.

The coldness continued to spread, making the santri close the blanket. But the cold was really painful. Blood flow stops flowing. Neural veins feel languid, making their sleep restless and unsettled. Some of the students who were still awake tried to make a bonfire and crowded around it. They also make a lot of drinks and warm food to repel the cold.

“Why did the night suddenly turn cold huh?” alimin asked, putting the scabbard together.

Mukhsin Bae who was sitting next to him was wearing a three-layer shirt plus a jacket and a sarong. His body looks fat.

“Iyya. In.it's cold,” he said while shivering. “I..ini what season anyway?”

Alimin smiled at the face of his best friend.

“This the hell has nothing to do with rainy season or dry season.”

Mukhsin Bae looked at her best friend's face questioningly.

“What do you mean?”

“If the weather is this cold, it has to do with the breeding season. Hahaha..” Alimin said while chuckling.

“Your head is bald! Hahaha..” Mukhsin Bae chuckles. “Eh, indeed if the weather is cold like this, the otong wants to be invited to stand upright?”

Alimin fell silent, thinking for a moment.

“Can dong. Even if you do not want, there is a way to let the otong want to stand.”

“Hah? How to?” mukhsin Bae asked, this time her face looked curious.

“That's it on wooden or bamboo sticks. Hahaha..”Alimin chuckles again.

“Hah?”

Mukhsin Bae's mouth gawking. Then annoy.

“Huh! Playboy cap duren three, ngaco, melulu.”

“His camera was also wrong. I also have no experience of such problems, “ reply Alimin.

“But halu,” chirps Mukhsin Bae.

“Hahaha..!”

Finally the two permanent singles laughed together. They were drowning in a long joke until their bodies could no longer withstand the piercing cold. Mukhsin Bae stood up, intending to get into her bed, while Alimin prepared to return to the clinic where he used to sleep.

But not to mention they moved, suddenly their movements stopped. Suddenly the moon's face, which had been brightly lit, slowly dimmed. After that a cluster of red smoke moved to cover the face of the moon. The longer it gets red, even covering the face of the moon. And now the full face turns red.

“Ap..what is Alimin?” mukhsin Bae asked with trembling lips.

The braver Alimin just fell silent. He looked at the moon's face calmly, even though his body was trembling.

“Ap..what is Alimin?”

Mukhsin Bae repeated her question, this time her hand held tightly to her best friend's arm.

"Why does the moon bleed? Did any creature hurt him?”

“It's not blood. There is a cluster of red clouds that cover it,” said Alimin finally.

Then the corner of his eye caught a white shadow coming out of the main building, where Kyai Badrussalam and his family lived. The white shadow leapt rapidly between the walls of the building facing each other, darting upwards towards the roof. After that his body floated lightly resting on the iron shoots of the lightning rod.

“Hah? Did you see him too Alimin?” ask Mukhsin Bae.

“Yes, that's our brother, Kyai Badrussalam,” Alimin said.

Both the eyes of Mukhsin Bae and Alimin were stunned to see the ability of the light science of their Abah bodies. There have been many stories about the greatness of the Badrussalam kyai that they heard from people, which are sometimes exaggerated. But just this time they saw for themselves, their teacher stood upright on top of the peak of the lightning rod without faltering in the slightest.

***

Kyai Badrussalam was recollecting when he felt the strangeness happening. Suddenly the room temperature dropped dramatically followed by the ambush cold. Then his eyes opened, his premonition saying the boarding school would be the arrival of a great guest. A man who has incredible power.

“Astaghfirullohal’adziem,” his murmur has a concern.

Then his eyes closed again. Trying to sharpen his sixth sense to find out who the guests are coming. But failed. Even the shadow is not captured. Just this time he could not guess who the guest would visit him. Incredibly, what kind of man will visit tonight. Does he mean bad or does he mean good?

“Astaghfirullohal’adziem,” back his aunt said istighfar.

“Astaghfirullohal’adziem.”

Kyai Badrussalam held her prayer beads tightly, then stood up and walked out of her cubicle. Outside the room you see Andika who is diligently studying the Dewaruci fiber relics of Eyang Senthir. The young man had obtained permission from Miryam to explore the book that became the reference of all the books of the archipelago. Don't want to disturb Andika. His feet kept stepping out of the room.

“Sorry, where are you going?” even Andika asked.

Kyai Badrussalam stopped his steps, then turned to the young man.

“I want to go out for a while. Stay here Andika, don't get out of the room.”

“Good Abah.”

But Kyai Badrussalam looked at Andika from the tip of the hair to the tip of the head. His face looked curious about the santri keyangannya.

“You don't feel the cold of Andika?”

Andika shook her head.

“No. Even my body feels warm.”

Kyai Badrussalam smiled. He looked at the astonished Dewaruci fiber that was in the young man's hands. He knew for sure that Dewaruci fiber was protecting Andika from the freezing cold. Hm, just reading it, Andika can already feel its power.

“Continue reading. Don't mind anything that happens outside,” the message.

“Good Abah,” say Andika again.

Kyai Badrussalam continued in his footsteps. As soon as he opened the door he was startled by the changing face of the moon. A bright full moon light, suddenly dimmed. There was a red cloud passing through it. Even then the landscape darkened as the face of the moon turned blood red. Kyai Badrussalam's body immediately jumped high, with a beachhead from the walls of the boarding building.

“Heya!”

It was seen that his body floated lightly before setting his feet on the iron tip of the lightning rod on the roof of the building. His body stood upright without losing balance. His eyes were staring at the face of the moon. His lips continue to recite the sentences of dhikr and praise to the hadlirat Alloh Subhanahu wa ta’ala.

“Laa illaha illaha other subhanaka inni kuntuminadzolimiin.”

Like being swept by the wind, the cluster of red-colored clouds went and disappeared somewhere. The face of the moon returned to its original shape. His bright white radiance, again illuminated the landscape covered in darkness. The freezing cold suddenly disappeared. Replaced by refreshing cold.

“Hm,” Kyai Badrussalam sighed.

He was still standing in his place. Waiting for a great guest who will visit his pesantren.

“Oaaa! Ohaaa! Oaaa!”

There was the sound of crying babies who echoed piercing the ears. Kyai Badrussalam's face. The baby's voice sounded so loud that it broke the silence of the night.

And that voice came from MIRYAM's room!