Hazimah and Aqlan
The carcass of rats and chickens

"Zi. Is this really what we clean up?." Chessy looked at Zimah who looked happy. Then change to look at the santri-santri who are burning the got that is beside the ndalem.

Zimah nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. Count other than nurutin pounding you. You are also the energy of the same santri-santri." Said Zimah lightly.

"Sister. You know I've never cleaned this cake, don't do this, just clean the room I've never." Rengek Risha is helping. Trying to persuade her sister.

"Zi. Is this my nephew's will?, or do you want to teach us how to be a woman." Said Dira frustrated with the behavior of his friend who was pregnant.

"Don't know. Want to see you three participate in santri-santri activities." The answer that made the three girls wearing the hijab sigh resignedly.

"What a dream, I, yesterday. Look at Zimah's behavior that's gini." The expression with a stifled voice from Chessy made Zimah laugh.

Zimah did not reply to the grunts of his friends, he stepped toward the santri-santri near the got. "This got why so dirty mbak?." Many are surprised to see around the got and in the got that much rubbish scattered.

"Do not know Ning. We were told to do the same service as the musyrifah (Santri senior)." Answer princess manners.

"Like this isn't garbage from the cottage." Zimah said cringing. Look at plastic waste, leaves and much more. "His trash is like from the outside and deliberately dumped here." Zimah looked at the high wall.

"Why Zi?." Ask Dira who approached Zimah.

"Ran aja. So much rubbish." Zimah did not take a look around the wall and got.

Frowning, Dira saw the wall that had finger patches. "This is his wall of barriers between what?. "His point on the wall that was noticed earlier in Zimah.

"Banana garden divider belongs to pesantren mbak." Answer one of the other students.

"Can I go to the public streets?."

"Damn. Could be mbak."

"Fix. This is someone who is a prankster, because he does not like this pesantren." Dira is sure.

"Well, is this a place to study religion. Their time is that cake." Timpal Chessy wonder.

"In guiding science, and spreading it, this kind of thing does exist Ches. Those who do not like santri and ulama. Not afraid or afraid to do something like this. Even more than this they are brave." Zimah.

"Try to see on the wall there's finger spotting." Show Dira. "Like climbing up the stairs and holding the wall, where their hands hit the ground or something." Keep explaining it. They also saw a nod approving Dira's guess, where not just one finger pricked on the wall, but more.

"Did umi know?." Zimah looked at Santri-santri.

"Like he doesn't know yet."

"You guys continue the work, let me tell this matter to Abi and Umi."

They all nodded politely.

Zimah turned her body and was about to step. Stop when you remember something.

Dira, Chessy, Risha. Who was about to follow Zimah's steps was locked up his intention to see Zimah who suddenly stopped. "Why Zi?." Tanya Chessy represents.

"I still crave you, want to see you guys work together santri-santri." His speech after turning the body facing the three confused girls.

"Cleaned got?." Ask Risha.

Zimah nodded with a pitiful face, hoping that the three girls in front of her obeyed her will.

"What's really wrong, brother?." Ask him again to make sure.

Dira and Chessy are just leaving.

"Yes the God of the Zi,,, the,,,. Hopefully your son will be my son." Suddenly Dira chirps, turns around and joins with santri who cleans kan got. Followed by Chessy and Risha who had agreed to Celetukan Dira. Whether intentionally or not.

Zimah laughed softly at the affection of her best friend.

"Count self-study." Zimah's own monologue with a small rarity.

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After hearing what was arrived by his son-in-law, Umi Halimah immediately headed to the place where Zimah meant. Zimah stepped in next to her mother-in-law. "Your husband knows Ndok?." Umi asked in their steps.

"umi yet. When you get home from the lecture, Zimah, tell me."

Umi Halimah just nodded, because they had arrived, where the location of santri-santri gotong royong.

"Astaghfirullah." Speak when looking at the rubbish scattered. Although many have been put into the sack.

"This is why it's like this?, who first saw it?." Circulate his views all.

"Not knowing you have." Answer one of the princess santri representing all her friends.

Umi Halimah looked at her daughter-in-law. "Where is the story?."

"Zimah also does not know umi. Just now, when Zimah was sitting in the pondopo." The pointer uses the thumb on the pondopo which is on the front page of the ndalem. "Zimah thought they were just ordinary filial work. But when Zimah approached them, it turned out that his garbage was scattered to the side of the house ndalem." It's clear what he knows. "Nobody of Zimah's friends also saw a patch of dirt on the wall." Next ny pointed towards the wall of the garden pisanh. "And we guess it's a finger-tracked human finger not just one person." Follow him again politely.

Umi Halimah narrowed her eyes, looking at the wall pointed at by her daughter-in-law. If you do not look carefully, then it will not be seen.

"Assalamu'alaikum.."

Umi Halimah shifted her gaze to look at the santri who looked after running. Because his voice sounded irregular.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Why ndok?."

"By the side, ndalem, there's a rat carcass and a chicken carcass." Lustre.

"Belongi's house."

In a hurry the middle-aged woman stepped into the place that was said by the princess santri. Followed by Zimah and the others.

"Astaghfirullah's. Oh Allah is holy. Who would do something like this."

Not only plastic waste and leaves are scattered. The carcass of a mouse and a chicken, became the fad of someone who knows who it is.

"Astaghfirullah." Umi Halimah's breath, there was not the slightest emotion from the middle-aged woman's voice that always radiated softness.

"What's the wc and your bathroom her conduit all the plugs?."

"Njih Buniki. It was a stopper, but because we were chasing the dawn time, so we didn't have time to check it. And just this morning we checked, it turns out that there's a lot of garbage buried." Obviously santri wati is not far from where Umi Halimah stands, talking with her Javanese accent sounds polite. "And the drain's clogged with garbage." Connect again.

"It's not just a channel where the princess santri, but the place where the son santri also belongs." One more timpal told me.

"Astaghfirullah" said Halimah closed her eyes, to disappear the pain in the head suddenly.

Zimah who saw her Mother-in-law holding her head, immediately embraced. "Umi rest yes. Let Zimah and Salsa handle this until Abi and Mas Aqlan return.

Salsa whose name is called immediately approached and embraced like her sister-in-law. "That's what Zimah umi said. Umi rest njih."

"You're pregnant again, you can't be too tired." Says soft on his son-in-law.

"Ndak tired of umi. Kan, there are Dira, Chessy, Rhisa, also santri-santri.

"Benere umi. Nothing, we're helping." Sahut Dira is a member of Risha and Chessy.

"Yowes. Then umi rest for a while, if you've been listening to umi lia you guys again."

They all nodded in spirit. I'm sure Halimah if they agree.

After the departure of Umi Halimah they returned to work together to clean up all her. Including Zimah and the others.

"Mr. Ma'am don't be in the got." Salsa.

"In an easy place, brother." Risha Timpal.

"If you need to sit down Zi." Dira makes a sound.

"Remember. Can't be tired of ZI." Press Chessy.

Zimah smiled at friends, and her sisters worried about themselves.

"Yes. Not tired, just help get the trash into the sack." Say it with a smile.

The four of her simultaneously gave the thumbs a mark, agreeing. And back to work that had stopped for a while.

Dira, Chessy, Risha, who still clean the got. Although it holds the taste, but for the sake of promise. And Salsa also helped his three and the santri-santri, but did not point to expressions like the three city girls.

"Ning Salsa is a big part?, but we're no longer on vacation." Risha said politely. Like what her sister said. Wonderful to see his sister-in-law who showed a carefree expression.

"It's normal that, for us santri, doing something like this doesn't matter. Itung-itung ngarep barokah his teacher." Salsa replied gently with her sweet smile.

"Ning Salsa is kiyai's son. It's okay if you don't come here." Timpal Chessy.

"Kiyai's son does not mean you have to relax. We also need science. Umi said, if you want to be a sholeh person, yes, you have to try, like mujahadah, qona'ah, there were times when Salsa and brother became sons of umi and abi, there were times when we also became students here." Obviously Salsa, while knitting garbage using an iron fork.

Dira who heard the sister-in-law of her best friend smiling, really good upbringing of women like Umi Halimah.

Zimah's devotional work and his friends, along with the santri filled with laughter. So that it doesn't feel tired. They help each other, no one is estranged. It's so beautiful togetherness.

"Keep it here mbak." Zimah

"Nih ning." Three santri people put sacks containing garbage from the got.

"Thank you." Zimah.

The three santri nodded and retreated then lowered their heads slightly. "Guss." How come they saw the tall man behind Ning Hazimah.

Zimah turned her head, and smiled, seeing her husband already standing up and looking at the whole then back, staring at her. "You say hello, but Zimah's hands are dirty." Said Zimah pointing at his two hands of Aqlan pepper.

Aqlan smiled and held his wife's head, then kissed the tip of Zimah's head. "This is why it's filial work before Friday?." Aqlan asked with a confused look.

"There's a prankster, who made all this." Zimah answered with a breath.

"What do you mean?."

Zimah explained everything.

Aqlan looked at the wall that his wife had pointed at. And take a breath.

"His word, in the area santri putra also channel his sumbat mas." Tell Zimah.

Aqlan repeatedly said Istighfar hearing his wife's explanation.

"After this dzuhur mas want to bring it to abi, to invite all santri sons and daughters to musyawaroh. So that something like this doesn't exist anymore. Because this isn't just his first time." Aqlan.

Zimah nodded, supporting her husband.

"Practicing and delivering kindness, there must be a test. So we as servants are patient in living it."