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Hidayah

Pondok Pesantren Hidayah is right behind the mosque. The page is no less extensive than the courtyard of the mosque. The building looks good forming letter U and the entire building is level three with light green paint.

In one corner of the courtyard looks like a building with only cast colonnades carved. Inside is lined with several luxury cars at quite fantastic prices.

Kyai Aminudin took them to a terrace. Maybe it was the house he lived in with his family. The house is no less luxurious. With very magnificent ceramics are also some paintings from famous painting artists. Obviously it's not a cheap work. Not to mention the sofas and tables are quite luxurious and Gucci are arranged in a part of the corner terrace. Increasingly display the luxurious impression of the house. This is the terrace, not yet inside.

"Please sit down first." Kyai Aminudin invited Ajimukti and Dullah to sit on the soft sofa.

Kyai Aminudin also allowed the three young men to return to the cottage and the three simply nodded. Once again their dislike views are again shown in Ajimukti and Dullah.

"This is How the Hidayah Cottage." Kyai Aminudin started the conversation this morning.

"That's great, Kyai. I didn't expect the cottage to be this big."

"It's not okay. The plan I want to renovate for that cottage his daughter. But still waiting for dues from the trustees santri who officials are also businessmen businessman it."

Ajimukti just nodded. Dullah again swallowed silently.

"This is home, Kyai?"

"That's fine. Yeah, not long ago moved in actually. Still a mess."

"Well, where did Kyai live?"

"I used to live not far from here. But after my colleague who was also the nanny in this cottage died I decided to change over to keep an eye on the children here."

"Loh, means Kyai's the successor or what?"

Kyai Aminudin changed her sitting position which was originally leaning is now upheld.

"Look. My husband and I fought together to build this cottage. But unfortunately his greed and his old disposition have not been able to change. Understand the former thugs who support penitentity. Finally sick and dead."

Dullah came back just gulping at the story.

"Any nanny who didn't have a family before, Kyai?"

Kyai Aminudin. "family?"

"Since I knew him. He was abandoned by his family. His wife's son knows where. Maybe his wife had married again because she did not deserve to be called a priest. It's only right that his wife leaves him."

Ajimukti just nodded as if he understood what Kyai Aminudin was saying.

"Kyai died long ago?"

"Yes there are seven years of this. More likely. I don't remember too much."

"Believe here too or where, Kyai?"

"No. Buried in his native area there in Jogjakarta there."

"Loh, just as I meant, Kyai? Coming from Jogja."

"Yes, but I don't know exactly either."

"Well, didn't you go to the nanny's funeral before?"

"I take care of the ones here. My health was not good at the time. There's been a lot of santri coming along too."

Kyai Aminudin lit his cigarette. Smoke billowed around the terrace.

"Oh yes. What names are you. You haven't introduced yourself, have you?"

"Sorry, Kyai. Keasikan chatting even had not had time to introduce himself. My name is Ajimukti. My uncle's name is Dullah."

Kyai Aminudin just nodded.

"Then do you already know what requirements you have to meet to be a santri here?" Kyai Aminudin is smoking again.

Ajimukti smiled knot. "Let Kyai explain to us to understand."

Kyai Aminudin put out his half-smoked cigarette. Then he leaned back to the sofa.

"It's actually easy. You're only gonna be charged two million a month. That's for smooth eating facilities and so on."

Dullah again just gulped. His facial expression changed a little.

"Is that all or is there another condition, Kyai?"

"Emmm, while that's it. And for books there are indeed some who have to buy their own. Are you guys up to it? If you mind that dues it's okay."

"Ah no, Kyai. We've prepared it."

"All right then. Later let me ask the administration of the cottage to take care of your registration."

"Thank you, Kyai."

Kyai Aminudin grabbed the phone. Then make a call to someone. Just a few words later Kyai Aminudin hung up.

It didn't take long for someone to come to us. A somewhat eccentric young man with white skin and a nice eye highlight. Kyai Aminudin invited him to sit down. Then move on to get into the house.

The young man's voice was rather heavy. Maybe it was the character of his voice. Several sheets of paper are removed from within the large maps. Then thrust it into Ajimukti also Dullah.

"Just read this first and then fill it all up."

Ajimukti was not interested in reading, he just grabbed the bolpoint that was also given to him. Fill it up and hand it back to the young man again.

Dullah observed Ajimukti for a while before he handed him a piece of registration paper.

"Then for the registration money is also the first month dues how, Mas? Will it be transferred or cash?" Asked the young man while observing the registration form that Ajimukti handed him earlier. Without even seeing what he was talking to.

"Cash it, Mom."

"So a total of seven million huh, Mas. Registration fee of one and a half million plus monthly dues of two million. Three and a half million each. So for two people, seven million."

"Good, Mas."

Again Dullah just gulped.

Ajimukti reached into his backpack. He took the money he had prepared from home.

"This, Mas. Calculated first fear less." Ajimukti handed the money to the young man.

The young man then counted it.

"Well fit, Mas. Looking at your looks, I think you guys will ask for leniency or will even pay for the installments."

Ajimukti just smiles. While Dullah looks clenched his hand. Ajimukti slightly touched the back of Dullah's hand.

"Yes, this is done. Come with me. I'll show you your room."

The young man got up and walked off the porch of Kyai Aminudin, Ajimukti and Dullah's house following behind him.

"It's so arrogant, Mom." Brisik Dullah's.

"Already, Lek. Don't take heart."

"Santri is a jago-jago. But there's no tattoo at all. Imperious. Snob."

Ajimukti just smiles.

Along the hallway leading to their rooms, the unpleasant views of the santri were fixed clearly in the direction of Ajimukti and Dullah.

Before long the young man stopped and stood in a room whose door was closed.

"This is your room. You guys clean it yourself. It's been a long time since the old residents boyong, this room has not been cleaned. Not unwilling, but because there are no dawuh of Kyai also because all the santri here are busy teaching."

Dullah sneered.

"Oh, I'll stay first."

"Remember here is prohibited from making noise let alone commotion."

Ajimukti just nodded. Dullah once again could only gulp.

"We're in, Lek."

Ajimukti and Dullah entered the room. Dust flew away. Ajimukti had to shake his hands to keep dust from entering his sense of smell.

"We clean up first, Lek."

"Yes, Mas. Why is there so much dust, my dear."

"Yes because santri here is busy teaching Lek. So there was no time to clean this room. That's what she said." Ajimukti closed his words with a little laughter. Dullah chuckled too.

"By the way, are they really like that, huh, Mas?"

"Like it how, Lek?"

"Yes, I saw for myself how they looked at us. Looks like the appearance here is very influential."

"Already, Lek. Our goal is to get that straight. But not for now."

"Yes, Mas. In time they will know who Mas Ajimukti really is."

Ajimukti just smiled and then returned to clean the room that was increasingly filled with dust.

For a while the room had already been conjured up to be very different from when they had just arrived.

When Dullah was laying down his body, suddenly at the door of the room someone knocked.

Tok tok!

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Ajimukti immediately opened the door of the room along with the answer to the greeting of someone from outside the room.

When the door was opened, the three young men who had mocked them in the mosque were now in front of Ajimukti.

"It's good the room." Said one of the young men to Ajimukti while looking at the contents of the room.

Dullah immediately woke up from the fall and moved closer to the back of Ajimukti.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother. Let's go in." Be as friendly as possible to the three of them.

"no need. We're not used to blusukan to the other santri's room. Especially to the room..." The young man who spoke stopped his words.

Ajimukti understood very well what sentence the young man would say, but Ajimukti only smiled faintly.

"Remember here every before dawn santri must be awake. Morning prayers are framed after that teach."

"Yes, Mas. Thank you for being reminded."

"Don't sleep. Sleeping in a nice mattress that you can't wake up. Not used to you."

Dullah was not happy with the young man's words. Just about to step up, Ajimukti held onto his wrist. Dullah held back his steps. Then take a deep breath.

"It's so arrogant of them." Inner Dullah.

"Remember if not join the congregation there will be ta'zir from the senior santri. Remember that." Threaten one of the young men before they turn their bodies away from Ajimukti's room.

"Just a second, Mom." Suddenly Ajimukti held back their steps. They stopped and turned their bodies back. Their gaze to Ajimukti was full of dislike gazes.

"What else?"

"Who is this Mas name? Since this meeting this morning we haven't been acquainted."

The three of them were compact. I don't know what they're laughing at.

"We're acquainted with you? How important are you guys? Huh uh?" Said the young man who was singing the Iqomah this morning.

"Well, if you don't mind." Ajimukti slightly bent down and glued his palms together.

"Maybe you guys want to know our names. Aren't you?"

Ajimukti smile.

"When you know our names, you guys outside the cabin will tell me you're friends with us."

"Alright, we know your model's wits." Came another young man.

Again, the adjutant just smiled. Again he could only take a deep breath.

"alright. You guys remember well. My name is Imam Raharja bin Raharja bin KH. Abu Bakr. You know Kyai Abu Bakr?"

Ajimukti.

"You don't know my grandfather's big name. Looks like a thug like you know what the pesantren world is."

Ajimukti just fell silent. Dullah gulped back.

"Kakekku is a famous kyai in East Java. The cottage also has thousands of students. And now my uncle is passing on my grandfather's cottage."

"Oh, then why did Mas Imam not go to the Mas Imam's grandfather's cottage alone." Ajimukti suddenly.

The young man named Imam was uprooted in following the other two young men.

"I'll explain you won't understand." While shaking his hand.

"Yes yes." Ajimukti nodded as if understanding. "Then are these two called?" Imbuhnya.

"Call me Khalil. I am still a brother to the Imam. My father was Imam's brother. It's understandable, right? So I don't need to explain anymore, do I?"

Ajimukti once again nodded.

"If I were Budi Nugroho. That's all you need to know. If I tell you so much, you know." Said the young man who earlier this morning proclaimed the iqomah in the mosque.

Ajimukti just nodded again.

"We know our names. Oiya, don't introduce your names. It doesn't matter to us either."

"And again we can find out in the department of santri data collection."

They moved, Ajimukti just looked silently until they turned at the end of the hall.

"There are people like them. Arrogance of amit-amit." Dullah then shook his head.

"Yes is, Lek. That's their proof."

Dullah is laughing.

"Well, that's it, Mom."

"Yes if there's nothing like them it might not be cool, Lek."

Dullah again laughed with the words nyeplos Ajimukti.

"May they be guided soon, my dear."

Ajimukti glanced at Dullah.

"Why, Mas?" Dullah asked in astonishment with Ajimukti's gaze.

"If they can hide. Kyai Aminudin's Trus is being accompanied, Lek? Kan Hidayah is already in the possession of Kyai Aminudin."

Dullah immediately let go of his laughter. Now it really comes off as if the arrogance he met and had made him rise in blood he had never met today.

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