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Bloody Melati...

“Aisyah??”

Yes, the girl that Iskandar saw in his dream was Aisha. He woke up and swept a look around him. It seemed that Aisyah was sleeping like the others peacefully and quietly until Iskandar realized that the sky was dark.

“What time is this?”

“Astagrfirullah.” He was surprised to see the clock showing midnight. Iskandar immediately woke up Dodik. And some other students woke up either because of his voice or had enough sleep.

“Lho, Sir. How dark is it?” almost the same question arises then they check the phone and then simultaneously widen their eyes.

“Why are we all asleep? It's weird.” Celutuh Goddess.

“Iya, it also feels like we just got a little sleep why is it already midnight?” add another one.

“Are we going home to the sub-district, sir?” ask Goddess.

“There's no way we're going home in the middle of the night. It's better to just hang out like this until morning.” Answer Iskandar.

To be honest, he felt worried and strange about his current condition. Coupled with the dream he had just experienced and another question that came to his mind was why Aisyah was in her dream?

The rain started to fall hard. The sound of lightning was earthy until something sounded from the outside.

“It looks like someone was struck by lightning.”

Instantly dark…

Dead lights and sorority screams were heard increasingly tense the residents of the village head office space. They turn on the flashlight from each other's phones. Iskandar panicked, he wanted to contact the head of koramil or his family but unfortunately, the signal was disrupted due to rain and lightning.

“Quiet, God always protect us. Expand remembrance and shalawat, may we be saved from distress.” Pinta Iskandar's. Many incoming calls or messages from their families were sent while they were asleep. But now it was too late to reply because the signal was gone. In each house is also no less panic because they cannot contact the sons and daughters who are KKN in the village of people. So did Rendra and Cut. Anugrah who knows the condition of the brother is also worried.

“If tomorrow still no news, immediately contact the campus, Pa.” Pinta Angrah's.

“Iya, there may be a problem with the signal because Papa's friend also can not be contacted.”

Lightning rain and strong winds hit the sub-district to make the power cut to affect the cellphone signal.

“Pak, I kebelet.” Yuni shouted under the large sound of rain on the tile.

“Yes, why now, Yun. Don't see what the situation is like.”

“Where can I set her schedule, Dewi.” Yuni Protests.

“There are others? Let's go?” ask Iskandar back.

Some other students also nodded. Actually, they've been holding this back from before. They themselves did not dare to go out.

“But the toilet here is smelly and slovenly, Sir.”

Iskandar again thought, how to find a solution let alone the automatic power off the water machine also did not work.

While shouting to beat the sound of rain, Iskandar asked “Do you want to use rain water?”

“Mau, Sir.”

“Come!” bring Iskandar.

They all followed the lecturer for fear of being left in the room. In one corner of the tile, rainwater falls quite rapidly with the flow of water that is scattered like a waterfall. Iskandar gave a sarong to the female student who wanted to pee.

“Wear this till a boat then grab this to hold that water!”

“You make a fence with your body so that your friends are not visible to us.”

“You're back!” the door to the students.

Experience teaches us many things as well as what happened with Iskandar. Emergency situations like this are not difficult to overcome. From childhood he had lived independently in the cottage so things like this were common for him. One by one they fulfilled their wishes until the last was Aisha.

“Take wudhu all!” iskandar's Order.

The last to do so was Iskandar. Unexpectedly, Iskandar immediately stood under the rain like he was bathing under a shower. Iskandar knew something was coming out when he had a dream earlier and to avoid feeling suspicious of prejudice, he chose to take a bath.

“Pak Is a bath huh?” whispers among the students ensued.

“What Mr Is a wet dream? How can it be in such a situation? Not very good.” Aisyah was surprised, she only realized that she had dreamed of seeing her lecturer kissing a big snake. Instantly the hair of Aisyah bristled to remember the dream.

They perform the isya prayer then replace the salat magrib and ashar left behind and continue the tahajud prayer and end with a witir. No one protested with the many prayers they had at midnight. A feeling of fear that makes them want to perform prayers that even if asked at another time they do not necessarily want.

Iskandar recited many prayers in the third night. He asked for safety for him, students, family and relatives to other Muslims. His prayers were so solemn and in the other corner of his heart. Aisha also asked for another prayer for herself.

“Yes Allah, allow the servant to be his master until the end of life.”

The rain and lightning were not as hard as before. Lightning is also only occasionally heard in a vulnerable long time but the lights have not been lit.

“You can sleep if you are sleepy. Want program discussion also can not because the lights off.” Iskandar.

“Sleeping is full, sir. Do you want to sleep?”

“No, I am also full of sleep.”

“Pak, why did you take a shower?” one of the students was also curious about the lecturer who took a midnight shower.

“I think you guys definitely know the reason.” Answer Iskandar flat.

“Pak, do you often travel far? We saw the preparation of Mr. very complete.” Ask one of the students. For a whole new life this time he peed using a scabbard and cleaned with rainwater.

“My father is a soldier. There are many things he taught and I noticed. How the army adjusts for emergencies that could occur. What needs should they not miss when going to fight on the battlefield or be sent to a difficult area. All of them have predicted first until when they are in various situations. They will not lack anything. I was also from childhood thrown into the pesantren. From there I learned to live independently by relying on the brain to find a solution to every problem. Long-long-forged we will definitely become experts later on, right? So too with me. After Junior High I continued my education in Yemen with the help of scholarships. Living in a country of people is not easy let alone their customs and culture are very different from ours. I learned quickly to adjust to the situation there. Three years there I went to Egypt. That's the way it is there too. In addition to college, I along with friends trade Misoe, tempe and other typical Indonesian. Who buy it is definitely students from Indonesia, Malaysia and Brunei. Those whose tongues are just like ours. Can't eat bread can only eat rice. If you have not eaten rice is not yet full.”

“From my stay in the cottage at that time I was only in fourth grade, either five Elementary to Cairo never came home even though. I just got home after graduating S2 in Cairo. That's my determination. My mother also said that I should be successful then I can go home with my head held high instead of looking down. I focused on learning even though I missed my family, missed my mother's cooking but everything I put up for success. I want my Mom to be proud when I come home successful. I hope you guys are too.”

They were more amazed by the teacher. Not only the students but the students also feel happy together with Iskandar.

“Pak, can I ask?” ask one of the students who is lying down.

“Why are you not like other lecturers? Most young lecturers are if not arrogant yes killer. We were given the task of not stopping to keep the image. If called also just nod and much more.”

They chuckled including Iskandar. “I follow my lecturer in egypt. They are professors whose knowledge is very high but they are very friendly, warm and loving to their students. A mentor of my thesis once told me not to brag about the knowledge we have because it belongs to God and God does not like the arrogant nature of man. All that is arrogant is Allah because Allah is All-Everything. We were? The lightning just screamed. Therefore, whatever you want to be in the future, be friendly and warm to anyone. Share the knowledge you have selflessly because the more you share knowledge, the more it comes to you.”

“Pak, what are the criteria for choosing a good husband? For tips, sir. soon we graduate college, you have to gather a lot of information from the right people like you to find your dream husband.” Celutuk Goddess.

“Mast length, Wie. Just ask honestly, I have a friend who is still single who is like Mr?” sahut Dodik makes the once frightening atmosphere full of tension now turn warm even in the dark. Even the sound of their laughter was heard to the ears of someone sitting in front of a table filled with jasmine and a small cauldron filled with chicken blood.

“Then I do not know what to give an answer because the soul mate is flexible. How we are like our soul mate. A godly man would look for a godly girl as well. Logically, ask yourself. What kind of soul mate do you want?”

“Like Mr.” Answer the Goddess quickly.

“Means you are also like me so want someone like me. Remember, God's promise is sure! Good man will meet good woman and vice versa.”

in one of the rooms not far from there, a woman was smearing jasmine with chicken blood while muttering.

“You will be mine, Mas!”

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