FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 36 "Last Meeting"
*Nizami's Ibban
Two days later. Schedule to Darul Falah pesantren, Singolatren.
"What are the benefits of reading the Quran? I want to hear one answer. Start with you, Mother." I pointed at the santri ahead by myself on the left.
"Ehm..benefit in general or how, Tad?"
"As far as you."
"I think it's an upset heart, Tad." He held back a laugh with his palm. Shame on his own answer.
The other girls smiled as well. Their whispers justify.
"yes too. Or, are you even crying?"
"Hehe. Because if the cry is more fast, insyaallah will quickly calm down, Tad. So, when the default salary is getting melancholy. The more God remembers, the more the flood of tears."
"Curhat dong, Ma," I said.
Their contacts laughed at my response.
I'm mangosteen. I allowed others to answer.
"For me the Koran can be a test-heart, Tad. For example, we teach, but the heart is not calm, want to immediately move from the Koran, it is a sign that we have not really loved the Quran. Because, right, if it's convenient, you'd love it, Tad." Santri is too honest with his feelings.
"Women are easy to confide in, yes." Kurespons.
They agreed to create a smile.
"Who can answer in terms of health? Ma'am Ala?"
"Emmm..." Ma'am Ala was silent for a long time. He looked at his side friend. Moving chin.
"It can control a person's psychology perhaps. What, yeah, I'm confused, Tad." He's not sure of the answer.
"If you want to be more careful what benefits you get when reading the Quran, there are many benefits. There is a thing called alveolus. It is located in the lungs that are shaped like grapes. There is an exchange between oxygen and carbon dioxide that is thrown out. Therefore, with you reading the Quran more often and with a long duration, oxygen is absorbed more and more. That was our training opening today. Next because the maqra' is finished, try Mbak Ala read from beginning to end."
Duration not more than ten minutes. He wears the same technique as on the field. With the same tempo from beginning to end, either in long or short verses, then it can beautify the reading tempo. Generally it is enough to use five types each time it will move on the next note.
Come then the couple, the santri guardian, went to the manager's room which happened to be not participating in teaching. The manager pointed to the musala. Then, the santri guardian understood.
“Mbak La, your parents were.”
He turned his head, then asked for permission with a look and a head that then looked down. I also replied with a nod.
“Cie who wants to part.” Whiny.
Mbak Ala clucked. “Kok even cie, sih.”
"Santri's next. Monggo read!"
Ma'am Ala has not returned after ten minutes. He and his parents seemed to be going to Ummik Nur Fatimah. But, still waiting for Ummik Nur who is still medal (out) with his khadim named Kang Afif. They were still talking in a small room where the quarry was facing the musala.
After half an hour later, they followed Ummik Nur who had just come to bring groceries. Assisted by Kang Afif who carries two large white crackles.
“Chess new, Kang.” Ummik belies before telling him to leave. Ummik gave the barakah money of twenty thousand. Kang Afif went downstairs after kissing the money—getting barakah.
Ma'am Ala and her parents approached Ummik Nur before closing the door. If not, it will be difficult to meet ummik. Ummik will rest after traveling.
Tilawah activity has been exhausted. Ndalem is still wide open. I don't know what they're talking about. Not long after, they came out. I still want to sit leyeh-leyeh on the porch. Ma'am Ala passed in front of me while looking down and slightly smiling at me.
Both of his parents sat on my left.
“Her parents Mbak Ala, ngggeh?”
“Inggs.” The answer is very soft.
“Mi?” Ma'am Ala called. He was panting carrying his things out.
“Where to, Ma'am?” I'm staring.
He squatted downstairs.
“Ngapunten, Tad. I just said boyong.”
I was half surprised to hear that.
“Suddenly, yes.”
She smiled shyly.
“Actually mboten (no). The plan is far away, but Abah and Umi can only come today.”
“But, to MTQ in Pamekasan so represent Banyuwangi?”
“Actually I represent Bondowoso.”
“My home is there, Ustadz.”
“Loh pantesan as far as I was yesterday not you who sent. How many times have I asked you this, but just found out which county you represent."
“It just so happens that from Bondowoso, the original was not me sent to represent the adult tilawah branch.”
“Keep why why Ma'am Ala boyong? Have you heard the Quran?”
“Alhamdulillah, Ustad,” reply uminya.
"Said yesterday not?"
"Look. Actually, Tad. But, not mutqin. Alhamdulillah Ummik Nur has rida I boyong important assembly already."
"Ummik and Abah to the car first. Kang hut has Ummik tell here to take your goods, La," he said ummik.
His brother added, "Don't be long."
"Enggeh, Bah. Just a second."
His parents left, when his cottage came to ask permission to bring the goods of Mbak Ala.
"His stuff is just this, Ning?"
"Sampl, Kang. There is no more inside."
"Ready, Ning." Two cards were taken away. There are three more boxes.
“Quick, yes. What before mondok used to have memorization?”
Ma'am Ala just smiled knot. “Deposit to Abah.”
Hearing that he had memorized the Koran, I also rejoiced even though he had not been graduated.
"Because of this you refused me please be a badal teacher tilawah?"
"Yes, Tad."
"Then, the reason you refused me to ask taarufan?"
Kang cottage is back. "Ning, punten njenengan was told to hurry to the car. Arriving at home njenengan must rest for the preparation of marriage aqdun the day after tomorrow."
The expression of the cottage changed. Like I was talking wrong.
Ma'am Ala looked at me. I know he's being dishonest. He's swaggering.
“Then I say goodbye, Ustad. Hopefully we can meet in November at Pamekasan.” He's up.
"Mak Ala, hold on!"
However, he preceded the question I was just about to ask. "I'm sorry not to be honest. Ngapuntene, Tad."
"Who are you married to, Mother?"
"With Gus Rayyan."
"Gus Rayyan's? It's not that she's married to Ning.. Ning who I forgot."
"Ning Khumza, Tad."
"Rightly Gus Rayyan was already married to Ning Khumza?"
Ma'am Ala nodded.
"You are his position as his ready? Sorry, second wife?"
"Ning Khumza is dead."
"Innalillahi wa innalillahi. Now I understand everything. Including the reason you rejected taarufan with me."
"I'm sorry, Tad."
"It's okay, Ma'am. God's secret match. May the wedding be waged."
"I'm sorry once again, Tad."
"May you be happy."
"Aamiin yes rabbal alamin."
"May Ustad Nizam be reunited with the best women. Most expected. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Aamiinu. Wa'alaikumussalam."