Dear, My'Eve
WANT TO STUDY WITH KANG USTADZ

Ernest took off his motorcycle, this time the goal was not as usual. Not a racecourse, not a workshop, nor a motor children's headquarters, nor a place of worship, but a different place of worship.

"Coki! Excuse me!" he knocked on his friend's house. A female figure opened the door, she smiling kindly put on her tail with a few wrinkles as she smiled.

"Eh Ernest, get in the Nest!"

"Thank you aunt, the chef's still home, right?" ask him directly in. He was used to come here, almost every time, if you need friends, sometimes Ernest also took the time to stay overnight, and vice versa.

His eyes circulated, the condition of the living room was still the same as the last time he came here.

"There was. But the power is still willing to take part in the study! Tumben just got here again, Nest! Said the choicer chef joined the OSN huh? Wow, congratulations!" cerocos Coki's mother as she passed towards the kitchen, because she happened to be making a snack.

"Yes aunt. Praise God, I got away with physics!" the answer is to just put the bag down and follow the mother of the Chef. But before long Coki came down from the 2nd floor, the young man was ready and kece with his kemko also his hair was quite wet with water, it looks like his friend has just performed worship.

"Lu come straight here, Nest? Haven't eaten dong yet?!" ask Coki.

"Yes. Just got an announcement straight here, 'cause you're whatsapp!"

"Well, eat first or that's mah!" chef's mother told Ernest. While Coki himself entered his sister's room, "ma, say Rahayu tea, Chef pinjem Qurannya!"

"Ck! Where do you have you?" chefs mother shouted, Ernest sat in the dining room and plucked the cornbasket there, still warm! This is what makes it more comfortable to be at home Coki, Coki's mother always stay at home to be a place to go home for family members.

Those soft hands that had already experienced so much put a glass of sweet iced tea in front of Ernest, "drink it."

"Aunty, I'm taking nicotine! Thanks, aunt the best ever!"

Chef hissing, "cute! Free, my mama won't want to be your rich son! Take my dad everywhere!"

Ernest laughing.

"If you want to wait for the Chef to study, just sleep in the upstairs room!" show Chef's mother.

"Ernest is coming, ma!" Now the young man had worn the black peci ngasal, so it looked more like the kabayan, then presented his tat pan at the end of the dinner table. Chef's mother gasped in shock, "what?"

Ernest glared at Chef, "my mother isn't flat-headed, Nest!"

"You-how-how-how do you mean?" asked the mother of Coki in disbelief, brought his homemade bread pudding which was still hot and put it on the table, to be cooled later.

Mother Chef pulled out a chair and sat down across Ernest, "are you seriously going to study?" his eyebrows shot up as if asking something more specific.

Ernest nodded, "I'm interested in aunt, at first just curious.but the more here the more interested and moved,"

Mother Chef smiled bitterly, "alhamdulillah, but...your family?"

Now Ernest's face dimmed, he shook his head, "let alone. Until the time comes they should know then Ernest will tell,"

Coki's mother mele nguh long, on the one hand he is happy but on the other hand he can only swallow saliva difficult, what if the family Pradawan to know if one of his sons wants to change beliefs? Especially Edo Pradiawan and John Prediawan.

"Auntie do'ain your path begins Ernest, God help you find your way," Mother Chef held Ernest's hand.

"Amen!" replied Ernest.

Chef tidied up his bag, "Nest, you bring a change of clothes, don't you? Your clothes are still in the closet,"

Ernest nodded, "sip!" he moved and followed Chef to his room to change clothes.

"Nest, are you sure?" ask Coki. Ernest glanced lazily, "sure."

"It's not because of Aisha, is it?"

"One of them, I can't deny. Aisya take part, but only part, the rest because my heart is willing!"

Ernest's motorbike drove towards one of the mosques located in one of the villages.

"Need a distant study of chocolate gini?" ask Ernest.

"Eat it, sometimes I'm lazy. But usually if the schedule is not here Monday, because now Thursday so in the mosque deket my teacher njai! He also studied at the madrasa. But I'm sure, lo will like my naji teacher, gokil abis! That's why I'm at home, he's also a former motorcycle boy!"

Ernest raised his eyebrows, "wah?! Wh who? I know no?"

"Do not know me, but different generations!"

Ernest's heart began to pound again when at the end of the eye is now seen a building that is dominated by green ranging from mint green, young to old with ornaments of Arabic writing. The spiritual atmosphere is starting to feel, I don't know! Ernest could not describe it with words, he could only say, "crazy! Could be rich gini me!"

The cool aura felt welcoming to the skin, as well as the moment his feet stepped on the marble floor like there was a gust of wind waving inviting him to enter in kindly, truly a spiritual experience that made him speechless, it was as if all the burdens that had been on his mind since just now were gaining a moment of calm.

"The ustadz!"

"So you come here?!" Rama has been there for an hour.

"Busy kang, sorry." Chef knows the risk of coming back here after a long absence of study. But he could not refuse Ernest's request.

"How much is juz?" ask Rama.

"No, not much!" begingly.

Ernest remained silent at the sacred boundary, until Rama glanced behind Chef, where Ernest stood, "is that you?"

"Yes, kang!"

"Nlt!" tegur Coki called. Ernest nodded and approached, he then examined Rama from top to bottom, not like the kyai-kyai he used to see on google. His stature even spelled out like an ordinary man, petted and dressed in sarongs. It is too cool for the size of a teacher.

"You're the stone?" rama asked, Ernest shook his head, "not kang!"

"Why do you keep only diem petrified there?"

"I..."

"Why are you here?" rama asked, Chef folded his lips seeing Ernest overwhelmed and nervously asked Rama.

"You know me,"

Rama grinned nosily, "yes do not take care! Want to do acquaintance, if already acquaintance continues to love that?! I have a wife, kids,"

Chef spouted his laughter, "because of you!"

Rama laughed and patted Ernest on the shoulder, "i'm just kidding, let lo-gue not spit end! Enter boy! Take ablution, continue to join each other," he said.

"But kang," Ernest held back his steps.

"Kang, I'm in first! Nest," Chef nodded giving his code to Ernest talking privately with Ramadan.

"I---" Ernest's gaze looked down at the marble reflecting off his shadow.

Rama began to see there was an unusual gurgle from Ernest, "my kang non, want to learn about the beliefs of akang, Chef, and Aisya.." replied Ernest staring steadily.

Rama shared his smile, "welcome to my world, and muslim world.kalo want to know my Rabb and his people, you come to the right place. His house!" Rama looked at the clean roof, there were no lizards, let alone a spider web. Ernest automatically looked up until he frowned, "we see what kang is?"

Rama laughed, "I'm looking at the roof again, who knows what's leaking! Then why are you following me?"

Back Ernest was fooled into so many times by what he should call Ramadan Restu Al-Kahfi. Ernest could finally chuckle crisply, "yes I guess I'm going to show God again, look up because he said his house!"

"Can you see?" ask Rama.

Ernest shakes.

"You can't see the creator, but you want to learn? And you keep believing? On what basis do you want to know?" ask Rama.

Really a simple question but actually not as simple as that is also the answer.

"You can't see, but you can feel, you can't see but you always see evidence of his greatness, day-night, being in the world, I-Coki it's all evidence of His greatness, your feelings are proof of my Lord." point Rama towards Ernest's father.

"Follow me first yuk!"

"Where's kang?"

"To the guarantee!" rama replied, "yes to the ablution, if you want to know, you must be clean first!"

"Just want to know and learn or want to join the log in? Dear thing?!"

Ernest swallowed his saliva hard, "if you've logged in don't log out again, myrrh tad you!"

"I'm not going to force you, try to feel-you're absorbed and ilhami, if it's steady, I help log in!" rama turned to Ernest.

"Yes kang,"

Rama again smiled nosily, "the reason is no longer fretting but do not sleep!" Ernest laughed crisply again hearing Rama's joke.

"No! Rich temenmu the Chef, his work sleepy, abis water seember dipake wudhu so do not sleepy!" point Rama with his chin towards the inside of the mosque, where the Chef is sitting in a circle with the others.

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