Habibillah Hawaari
Value A

Ding

{"Please recap Your class Name and NPM, send us the file by my email. I wait as soon as"}~Pak Ricky Mentopen

{"Good Sir"}~

Billa sighed softly after reading the message sent by the Mentopen Lecturer who had taught her for about a month. The girl immediately opened her laptop and sent the file requested by her Lecturer.

{"Because you've deposited the memorization you have on juz thirty. I've decided to give this course an A"}~

Billa smiled happily when she read the second message sent by the lecturer.

{"Thank you Pak}~

Billa had deposited the memorization of the Qur'an on thirty juz in full alias to his Lecturer, when he ordered his student who had memorization to come forward adding value. At first the girl hesitated to start, but Billa thought why she should be ashamed of memorization. While it is precisely his memorization that helps his value to get good grades. Allah says, if you help my religion. Then I will help your world affairs.

There was not the slightest shame that the girl felt as Billa began chanting letter after letter contained on the thirty juz smoothly and melodious voice. The girl sat quietly while reciting her reading solemnly. Even Billa was unconscious when someone who had been keeping his gaze began to stare fixedly for a few seconds with a difficult gaze to understand.

Billa splashed her tiny body on her beloved bed with interest. His body is tired of all day activities on campus plus many tasks that must be pursued makes him really busy staring at his laptop after performing prayers isya.

Ding.

{"Bill, sorry to interrupt your time at night, Mr. Ricky called me earlier. Starting next week memorization deposit classmates who want to add, deposited through you only. You simply take note of it and email it to Mr. Ricky. }~Ratna.

Billa sighed harshly when she had read the message of her close friend. The girl's eyes are already willing to sleep, but because the sound of his self-notice is not until the heart ignores messages that may be important and critical.

{"Well"}~

Too lazy to type, the girl really fell asleep after replying to her friend's message.

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"Annisa Habibillah Hawaari, it looks like she's from Pondok. Memorization is good, the sound is melodious, the reading is good."Said an adult man who was checking the stack of quizzes on his desk next to his current spacious room. A sheet of paper from the writing of a woman who has stolen her attention is now being examined carefully. The questioner moves nimble to cross out and assign a value after checking a given quiz.

Ricky is a Lecturer who has long taught in his own campus. Her parents are the owners of the campus she is currently working on. Both of his parents were professors and professors at his campus. Blood taught him to flow from his parents long ago. Ricky is not from pesantren but his religious social environment makes him also infected religiously.

"There are limits to teaching Yah" Ricky answered again examining the student's to-do sheet.

"There is no limit, still remember the age of Ky" asked Dad quipped while taking a position sitting on the sofa located in the corner of the work room owned by his only child. Ricky sighed in response to his father's question. Repeatedly his parents tried to match him and persuaded his son to get married but Ricky did not want to step in that direction.

"You're not ashamed of your close friend Zaid?, he's married. I set you free in choosing a partner who you think is fit to be the mother of your children. Marry Ricky, your age is even old bachelor" his father said successfully made the twenty-nine-year-old man turn to his father with a look of annoyance.

"I'm getting married, relax. Looking for a future wife is the same as choosing fruit on the market." Ricky replied annoyedly.

"All right, I'm waiting for the good news." Said Roby's father as he walked out of his son's room. Actually Ricky could have chosen a woman who suits his wishes with a variety of CVs that he has received from many acquaintances and friends who recommend. But the busyness makes him lazy to learn the CV that has entered him. There was one woman who had already stolen his attention a few weeks after teaching in her new class. The man often stole glances while teaching.

"Astaghfirullah..., what should try ta'aruf with him ? but he hasn't even graduated college. How this story goes" he said dialoguing by himself while playing his pen that was being twisted by his finger.

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Morning came, the girl who was still wrapped in dusty pink mucus fell asleep on the prayer mat with a small holy book still in her arms. It was dawn after teaching Billa to try to repeat his rote back. Unexpectedly, it turns out that he was soundly asleep. Until the sound of the alarm clock given by his best friend Ara rang loudly to make the owner shocked and reflexively looking for his existence. Her eyes began to open and could clearly see the sunlight that was beginning to enter her room's air fentilation. The girl immediately woke up and turned off her alarm clock which was located beside her bed.

"Bill, want to come find breakfast what's cooking oy ?" rere shouted loudly while knocking on the door of Billa's room. Billa opened the door with her face still wrapped in her body.

"I'm coming, wait a minute to change."He said as he passed after opening the door of his room. Rere frowned in surprise when he saw Billa was still wearing mukena but looked just waking up.

"Are you new to prayer or have not prayed to sleep using mukena ?" Billa smiled slightly when she heard the question from her roommate while she was still changing in the bathroom.

"Have been praying at dawn, just overslept the prayer" he said while closing the bathroom door. The two went out together looking for breakfast while lightly exercising on a leisurely walk.

"Have not been opened yet ?" rere asked as he continued to walk casually beside Billa without looking at Billa.

"Not yet" he said briefly, making Rere turn towards Billa while smiling meaningfully.

"Why smile like that ?" Rere just kept smiling without turning his head and ignoring the question of his boarding friend. Making Billa pinch Rere's small hand lightly.

"Open dong Bill, who knows it matters" Rere replied while replying to a small pinch on Billa's arm. The two laughed together because they saw their behavior like children who were fighting and reciprocating.

"I wonder how Zafran can leave a gift to you" Rere just smiled thinly without wanting to answer his boarding friend's question.