Hazimah and Aqlan
Santri Putri area

"Mas wants to hear you pay a salary." Zimah nodded doubtfully and gerogi, because this was the first time he taught in front of Aqlan.

"I'm ashamed I'll have a lot of wrong." Zimah looked at Aqlan

"If it's wrong, dear."

Not calm, Zimah even more gerogi hear the sweet words of Aqlan soft.

Zimah began to recite the Qur'an with Aqlan who heard the occasional rebound of his wife's erroneous recitation.

Aqlan pinched his wife's nose slowly.

"Good reading from you." praise Aqlan

Zimah smiled shyly.

"Like people have already memorized" Aqlan continued guessing.

Zimah smiled, while closing the qur'an she had read.

"So, I used to memorize in the cottage."

Aqlan was surprised

"Well, God, have you ever gone into a hyacinth?"

Zimah nodded.

"Yes. But it's not over."

"Why?"

"Dad's business went bankrupt, because it was deceived, so Zimah doesn't cost enough" tell Zimah

"Don't you ask for a break from the cottage?."

Zimah nodded.

"Have and Pak kiyai always give his students who are not able to lighten their origin want to learn. Including Zimah.Even Zimah never paid because there was no money at all, and he always understood. As time went by Zimah was able to memorize 20 more juices" said Zimah

Zimah pulls and blows his breath slowly to continue his story

"But again Zimah was tested with the departure of father and mother." Zimah's voice choked but there was not a single tear, as if he had been sincere.

Aqlan rubbed the back of his wife's hand.

"Much the same rote."

Zimah nodded vigorously, making Aqlan smile and scrambling Zimah's hair that was covered face-to-face.

"Now want to walk around the pesantren no?, as long as you are here never out of the area ndalem." take Aqlan

"I'm ashamed of you" said Zimah

"Everything is the same, let's not be ashamed."

"I'm the same Salsa, if the same, the more embarrassed I am." said Zimah.

Aqlan raised her eyebrows in wonder.

"Why embarrassed?."

"Well, when I'm the same path as nobody."

Aqlan's facial expression turned flat staring at Zimah.

"You are Zimah's wife. Who said you were nobody? aqlan asked in anger

"I" pointed Zimah at herself giggling.

Aqlan who realized that he was in the work of his wife also immediately put on a sullen look and tickled his wife.

Zimah laughed amusedly at the look of her husband who thought it was funny, and got a sudden attack from her husband, increasingly making her laugh and wriggle uncharacteristically.

They both laughed happily with Zimah who was trying to avoid Aqlan and Aqlan who were trying to reach his wife.

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Aqlan and Zimah walked hand in hand into the princess santri area with their hands interlocked.

Their existence managed to steal the attention of students who were doing their activities outside the room, some were sitting while teaching, some were playing, chatting with friends, and others, someone is sweeping the field (perhaps being legalized). All santri looked towards her gus, gus who was very in idol santri princess.

There were whispers, wondering who the woman was with her gus. They know very well if his gus is very guarding themselves from women, except with his mahrom.

And now they see firsthand, his gus holding the hand of a woman they don't know?. They were curious, but did not dare to ask.

"They're not the usual afternoon program?" zimah asked looking up at Aqlan beside her.

"Here is the holiday."

Zimah nodded, and looked back at the santri-santri who was staring at him with a different view, but mostly looked at him in wonder. Zimah just smiled at them.

Aqlan knew the buildings and places pointed at his wife.

"If the hall where's the mas?"

"Disana" point to Aqlan

"Would you like to see?"

Zimah nodded.

"Among the same Salsa yes, you can not enter if there is no interest."

Zimah nodded again.

Aqlan looked at the princess santri who was close to the distance they were standing.

"You." call Aqlan

Santri the princess who was called rushed to Aqlan and Zimah,

"Jih gus's. What is it?." asked the princess santri with a typical Javanese accent in the cottage Roudhotul Jannah, slightly bent her body and did not look at Aqlan.

"Njih gus" he said and retreated slowly and hurried away.

Zimah smiled at the santri earlier, who did not dare to look at Aqlan.

They stepped back slowly to enjoy the atmosphere of the boarding school in the afternoon while waiting for the arrival of Salsa.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Salsa who was in front of Aqlan and Zimah.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." answered the second.

"What did you call me.?" ask Salsa

"Temenin mbak Zimah to liling the princess's cottage."

"Jih mas."

Salsa held Zimah's hand.

"Yuk mbak."

Zimah followed Salsa next to her dead Aqlan in the back, Zimah looked back at her husband who had walked out of the princess santri area.

Salsa brought Zimah to the hall that used to be used for the princess students to study.

Seeing such a vast hall, Zimah occasionally gave a smile to the santri who greeted Salsa.

Zimah continued to follow the steps of Salsa who invited her to the rooms of the princess, until now they are in the room area.

Zima looked at the lined rooms and many santri-santri who passed by outside her.

"Ning Salsa"

Sapa one of the santri who saw the existence of his ning, to transfer atensin all the santri who were here when he heard the greeting of his friend.

"Can I help you?"

"Sir, I'm just walking with his wife Mas Aqlan"

Salsa's reply made all the santri who heard her startled.

"Wife?" said one santri accidentally and immediately shut his mouth, afraid to be heard by his ning, but Salsa heard it because the sound of santri was quite strong.

Salsa nodded with a smile.

"Yes. Just call ning Zimah" said Salsa in all but Zimah.

Zimah gently nudged Salsa's shoulder with his shoulder, looking at Salsa with a soft slit, a sign of unwillingness to call with a frills.

Salsa responded with a smile.

"𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘩 𝘙𝘢𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘩, 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘢, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘬𝘰𝘵𝘢."

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢?"

"𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘬?"

"𝘐𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵"

"𝘕𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘶 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪, 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘡𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪. 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘬."

"𝘖𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘩 𝘳𝘢𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭?"

"𝘐𝘺𝘰"

"𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘴 𝘈𝘲𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘩 𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰?."

"𝘐𝘺𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘴 𝘈𝘲𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘪𝘴."

Salsa turned her head quickly to look at her sister-in-law after hearing the last word that was not like a whisper from the princess santri who was behind the princess santri in front of her.

"The two boys please come here." Salsa ordered flat, telling the two princesses who were talking about her brother-in-law.

The two santri stepped slowly towards Salsa with fear.

"Does this school teach you to berghibah?" salsa asked firmly with the dignity of a kiyai child, looking at the two santri who bowed their heads.

"Ndak ning" her second answer trembled

Zimah saw the two students who were reprimanded by his sister-in-law. Zimah felt sorry, but this was the boarding law he had heard from salsa.

"Do you know who you're talking to, right?."

Both of them nodded with their heads still.

"Tau ning's. Ning Zimah his wife gus Aqlan." Answer the two together.

"𝑆𝑢𝑑𝑎ℎ, 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑘𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖 𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑛"

Zimah whispered very quietly in Salsa's ear, which only he and Salsa could hear.

Salsa turned to Zimah and nodded.

"Don't repeat, it's not a santri."

"Njih ning, we're sorry"

Salsa nodded.

They then turned to Zimah.

"We're sorry ning, it shouldn't be like that."

Zimah nodded and smiled sincerely in response to their apology.

Both of them shook Zimah and Salsa's hands with ta'dzim.

"Mbak why?" salsa asked in between steps towards ndalem, seeing his brother-in-law who looked silent like nothing before.

Zimah smiled. "It's okay."