Hazimah and Aqlan
Arresting the terror

The night sky is bright, looks beautiful, decorated with stars and moonlight illuminates the inhabitants of the earth. Such as supporting the activities of santri son and daughter of the boarding school Roudhotul Jannah. Gathered in the vast grounds of the pesantren. Sitting separately with a divider in the middle of santri putra, and santri putri. Hear it solemnly, impromptu musyawaroh held in the main field of pesantren.

Zimah and his three friends, sitting in the line of the princess, also heard the musyawaroh tonight. Looking ahead, there is a husband, in-laws and other pesantren caretakers. While his husband's grandfather did not come, because his condition is not supportive.

"Living in society, we must be good at carrying ourselves, must take care of adab, akhlaq, our words as much as possible do not hurt others. This school was founded by my grandfather for a long time. Kiyai Malik Riddaudin's. It's not just one test that comes for this pesantren." Aqlan's voice sounded resolute, with his dignity.

"As it was this morning, not just once such an event, happened, and always around the ndalem. Rubbish, even, the carcass of animals was thrown away by a prankster. I've asked the other housekeepers, that they don't see the mastermind of all that." Connect Aqlan.

"Strigger the practice again, and tighten up the care."

Aqlan continued to give her wejengan, and occasionally turned to her Abi, asking what opinion. Despite the responsibility this time, it's up to her. All santri receive musyawaroh at once wejengan from his gus.

Yet. In the ongoing musyawaroh, occasionally the managers and santri-santri, chat with friends next to him, discuss, what opinions they should submit to their kiyai, for the problems that have always happened lately. Suddenly two young men in charge of guarding the post ran hastily towards kiyai Ahmad.

"Assalamu'alaik's chat. Sorry kiyai we're interrupting. There's something important we want to get to." Say one of his representations, trying as polite as possible, hearing his irregular breath.

"Damn. Please." Kiyai Ahmad.

"Sadi santri who served hirosah (awake) around the cottage, found people who throw garbage near the ndalem, we believe they are the people we have been looking for." Tell him, who has set his breath well.

"Where are they now?." Kiya Ahmad tried to calm down.

"In the post, Kiyai, but we can only hold two people, the rest of them managed to escape."

Kiyai Ahmad nodded then turned to his son. "You go with Abi, let those who disband all the santri."

Aqlan nodded obediently. "But before that, Aqlan would like to talk to Zimah, Abi."

"Yowes. Abi first, you will follow, tell your wife to rest, let her health awake." Kiyai Ahmad.

"Jih Abi." Answer Aqlan ta'dzim.

After seeing Abi and santri who gave the news earlier left. Aqlan immediately ordered all the administrators, to disband all the students, and returned to their dormitories. Then Aqlan will approach his wife.

Sweeping a glance at the line of princess santri, Aqlan looked for the whereabouts of his wife, and saw the wife sitting in the middle row, the princess santri.

Zimah who had seen her husband who saw the line of princess santri, had not intended to move to approach, until their gaze met, Zimah raised her chin slightly, giving a code to ask the husband.

"Please call my wife mba." Aqlan orders the princess santri not far from her.

Although the princess santri looks young, but still Aqlan called by the name mbak, because of the rules of this pesantren.

"Jih gus." Her speech.

However, and wherever Aqlan, has always been the topic of stealing the views of some princess santri.

While waiting for his wife, Aqlan moved away from the line of princess santri, stopped, then exclaimed her from her white cocoa bag.

Open the instagram app and scroll, many of which mark posts, to his account. Mostly about the wedding, and Zimah. None that Aqlan likes. Only scroll, without reading the caption of the status he passed.

"Mas." Patting the husband's shoulder. "What's the matter Mas?, I didn't want Abi to go to the santri post?." Ask Zimah.

Aqlan nodded. "So Abi has done Mas, just permission to meet you first." Said Aqlan, after turning his body to his wife.

"Mas just want to say, if you want to sleep, just sleep first, do not wait for the mas, kayaknya, old mas, late at night just finished, see this case is quite heavy. So, you have to go to bed early, take care of your health and that of our baby." Said Aqlan softly, her gaze leads to the hijab of her wife who is a little messy, Aqlan stalling her hands in front of her women's hijab.

Their instructions did not escape the passing of santri.

"But Zimah's kayak can not sleep early deh mas, about his nap was really pules. If Zimah plays in Zimah's friend's room, can't you?, count nemenin before they go home to Jakarta." Zimah asked, hoping to put a face in front of her husband.

With his rascality, seeing the wife's behavior, Aqlan nodded many times. "May, if you're sleepy, sleep there too can be, afraid of her mas finished very late."

"Good mas. Hopefully the problem will be solved quickly. Do'a Zimah always accompanies the mas." Zimah said sincerely, with her sweet smile.

Aqlan closed his wife's mouth slowly, because they became the center of attention, and Aqlan did not want, the son's students who passed by saw the smile of his wife whose face was many times more beautiful.

"Why the hell is Mas?." Zimah asked in surprise, with Aqlan's manner.

"They see us."

"Darning dong. We're in a public place again."

"But you don't smile at that."

"Why?, I don't like it?."

"Like. It's just, I don't want to share." Said Aqlan flattened his face, when santri-santri, looking towards him.

Zimah's laughter almost came off. But immediately shut his mouth with both hands. "What a strange thing, a smiling wife said share." Zimah said to the head.

"Jaudah Mas Cepetan after Abi, surely Abi and others, have been waiting for Mas." Connect Zimah fashion seriously.

"Yes. Go first, yeah." Gently stroked his wife's head.

Zimah took Aqlan's right hand, and then stuck it on her ranum lips, kissing her husband's hand with ta'dzim.

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The room is not too big, there are only a few facilities. Fans, tables, chairs, loudspeakers, and some others, which are used for the needs in the post.

Sit facing. Abi Ahmad, and Aqlan looked at the two men who looked down on their heads, as if they were in court.

"Do you always terrorize our boarding schools, with garbage, and animal carcasses?." Question to the point with a firm voice from Aqlan. Abi Ahmad fully trusts this problem in the child, although he still has to accompany.

The two men who looked down, yet dared to show their faces, only nodded with their feet, and trembled. Seen from each of their hands, which were tightly intertwined with each other.

"Did any of our students disturb your calm?, so you retaliated in such a way?." There was no response from the two men. It is not clear, either, the two men know, what the meaning of the word, such a way. Again if not a matter of terror of garbage and carcasses.

"If you're disturbed, please say it carefully, let us be the caretakers who will advise them." Aqlan struggled patiently, as there was no response from the two men in front of her.

If he wears on emotions, then this matter will not be solved, and there will definitely be new problems again. So Aqlan tried to calm down.

"Please get my dad out of jail."

Aqlan was silent, staring at one man who looked up at his head.