Hazimah and Aqlan
Humairo
"Please get my dad out of jail!" The gaze, which drenched a grudge, was fixed on Aqlan.
Aqlan was silent, staring at the one man who had looked up at his head. Calmly, Aqlan returned the man's gaze.
"Dad?" Aqlan asked confusedly.
"My father you threw away in prison" a cold voice did not scare Zimah's husband.
"What are you, the son of Mr. Robi?" Aqlan asked, who knew, who this young man in front of her meant.
"Yes. I'm his son, because you knocked my father out, my mother out of the house!" A sharp look that splashes the wound.
"I have never been your father" Aqlan replied firmly. "Your father took the truck at high speed, and hit one of our son's students, causing a coma." Clearly Aqlan was calm, not wavering with the sharp gaze of the man in front of her.
"If only you had accepted my father's request not to proceed with the legal process, then my father would not have languished there."
"At the time of the incident, many pairs of eyes hurt him, your father ran away, after hitting our santri, and the position at that time, there was a police officer on duty, and there was a police officer on duty, those who are trying to stop the truck that was brought, Mr. Robi. That's what we got from the eyewitness there." Patiently, Aqlan explained.
The people who were in the room were silent, sure, before there was any order from Aqlan. Including Kiyai Ahmad, who heard the explanation from his son.
"My father accidentally, it was purely an accident, accidentally wanting to put your santri in a coma. So, please free my father." The self-defense of the young man, without elaborating on the explanation from Aqlan.
Aqlan continued to recite the dhikr in his heart, facing the person who was emotion in front of him. "That's all a decision from the authorities. I'm not going to drop that charge, because of your father's actions, it's a danger to someone else's life."
"You don't feel my feelings, and my sister."
Although he did not know what the teenager in front of him meant, Aqlan was silent, but his heart was filled with the eyes of the injured, water that was stagnant in his eyelids. Then Aqlan saw next to the teenager, there was a teenager who was confused with Robi's son.
The teenager who had also looked up his face, looked back at Aqlan, but different from the son of Robi. This teenage boy looked at her with fear.
"Sorry gus. I'm just helping my best friend, to get back at your heartache." The honest reply of the teenager, making the teenager next to his reflexes turn his head, then stare at his best friend sharply.
Aqlan, frowning his brow confused, saw the friend of the frightened son of Mr. Robi. He said nothing, let alone stared hard.
"What's your name?."
According to the people in the room of the santri post, hearing the voice, from the eldest son of Kiyai Ahmad, it sounded a question as usual, relaxed. But, not with the teenager, who heard a voice from the man, whom he knew was a gus. This gus voice in front of her, was like a person who was judging her.
"I'm Fadhli. If it's this one, Irzan," point it at her. Then to Mr. Robi's son. "I beg you, don't report us. Later if my parents knew, they'd be mad at me." Said his fear, mimic a very clear face.
Aqlan did not press Fadhli's request. Zimah's husband, just stared at the two teenagers in front of him in turn. Making teenagers named Fadhli was even more frightened. Nudging Irzan's shoulders slowly, however, his best friend did not respond. Irzan looked back at Aqlan, with a gaze, which was difficult in the sense of right.
"How many people are you?." Ask Aqlan briefly.
"Five gus. The three of them ran away, we both died, I actually wanted to run away too, but could not bear to leave Irzan alone. As a result, I also join the kangkep." he replied, a little dramatic story. Although it does not intend to point to such an expression, but it is already from himself so. Kang santri who was in the room, trying to hold back his laughter from earlier, saw the funny and innocent behavior, the teenagers they caught. Abi Ahmad was just a whimper. Aqlan did not point, any expression.
"You know what?, what you did, you lost someone else!" said Aqlan flat.
The teenage boy nodded. But not with Mr. Robi's son, who just kept quiet.
"Then, what about my family?" ask Irzan flat. "My father who was detained, and my mother?, who went somewhere, died, right me, and my little sister, already from a few months ago, I was forced to stop school," the confession from Irzan, made everyone who heard him, become pity, including Aqlan who was filled, let alone the gaze, and the face of the young man, look sad. "All my family was broken, every day there was always a fight between my parents, economic problems, but I hope it will all end, because Dad, who is always working hard, is always working, no word tired. Then, if you're now languishing in pen**ra, ready to make a living?," the unconscious expression of Irzan makes all of them feel the sadness of the teenager.
"My mother was evil, always ignoring us who expected her affection."
The tears that had been held by the teenage man, the end collapsed, the tears flowed profusely, the last sentence of the fragile looking man, sounded very hurtful, like it's been held for a long time.
Aqlan turned his head to look at his Abi, like asking for approval. Abi Ahmad nodded.
"Surely, you can make the best decision, for all." Said Abi, believing in his eldest son.
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Aqlan's footsteps echoed across the desolate-looking Roudhotul Jannah pesantren, looking at the clock coiling around her wrist, sighing, and looking back.
After getting the approval of his Abi, Aqlan asked his Abi to rest first, because he saw the tired face of the Abi, and Aqlan finished everything with the santri kang on duty, ends Aqlan goes into ndalem alone.
𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘨
Aqlan reached into his gamis pouch, and took the flat object that had sounded, and plastered a message from his wife. "Humairo❤".
𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐❤
The man who was about to become a father, chuckled at the message from his wife, let alone the emot at the end of the sentence, making Aqlan smile himself shook his head, while looking at his still burning cellphone.
𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒂.
^^^Mas is done, you come out gih, we go up to the same, mas is in front of the stairs.^^^
It didn't take long, Aqlan's message was read by his wife, two blue ticks.
𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐❤
𝘖𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴.
Zimah immediately put on her pashmina, and came out of the room, dying both of her best friends, and also Risha.
Walking slowly died in the guest room.
"Mas." Call Zimah slowly, right next to her husband who is looking at the phone screen.
"Why not sleep?" aqlan asked attention, rubbing his wife's head.
The two-bodied woman shook her head. "Can't mas, don't know why, want to sleep, same masa aja," her fight a little spoiled.
Aqlan chuckled while rubbing the head of his wife, who was covered in pashmina. "Now we ride ya."
They climbed the stairs one by one, with their hands clasped together, occasionally they asked each other in between steps, towards their room located on the second floor.
"This late night is not good for your health, and that of our child."
They are already in the room.
"I hung so much, but, don't know why I can't sleep, want it the same way." Zimah answered on their bed, after opening the pashmina.
"Have you cleaned?." Ask Aqlan.
"Udah mas, it was my best friend."
"Wait a minute, Mas want to go to the bathroom first, after that we sleep."
Aqlan went into the bathroom, after getting an answer from his wife.
While waiting for her husband, Zimah took her phone and opened the whatsapp app, looking for her secretaries.
Coincidentally Madam Dian is still online, notah what her secretary is, Zimah sent a message, which was read by Mbak Dian, not long got a reply.
They kept replying to each other, discussing about work, and Zimah also told about his return later to Jakarta.
Before long the bathroom door opened, Aqlan came out with hair d wet by ablution water, leaving behind her hair, using her fingers, walking towards her wife. Zimah who saw Aqlan on the bed immediately put the phone on the nightstand, next to her bed.
"Ngechat who?" Aqlan asked without looking, lifted the thick blanket, and went inside, one blanket with his wife.
"Sama Mbak Dian mas."
Aqlan nodded, sleeping facing Zimah, directly hugging his wife. "Sleep, it's night."
Aqlan stroked Zimah's back head, so that his wife quickly fell asleep.
Zimah smiled at her husband, looking more handsome, because of the face and hair of her husband who was wet.
"The gas is out of wudhu?"
Aqlan nodded.
Zimah silently felt the swipe of her husband, making the pregnant woman almost into the subconscious.
"Who is the culprit who threw garbage near ndalem mas?" Zimah asked quietly, with her eyes still closed, but Aqlan could still hear her.
"Son of, the one who ever violated Zain."
Zimah's eyes opened wide, as if the drowsiness that had attacked her, disappeared instantly, hearing the answer from her husband.