Hazimah and Aqlan
The happy Zimah.

"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.

"Why?" he asked in disbelief.

Aqlan told all of her, Zimah occasionally frowned, then shortly nodded.

"Zimah agrees, the best decision for all of us. But," Paused his speech for a moment, looking at Aqlan with a questioning look. "Did their father agree?"

Shut up for a minute, before answering his wife's question. "Let's go to the police station, meet their father, ask permission first.

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"When you arrive, let me know."

"Yes," said Risha.

"Surely it is," chimpal Chessy said.

"So when did you follow us to Jakarta?," added Dira, asking to look at his friend who was two-bodied.

"After the Aqlan business is over, I will go home to Jakarta, maybe another week or two," Zimah replied looking at her friends, then looked at the two men who picked up Chessy and Dira yesterday, the time will take her to the airport again, added Risha.

"Bring the car slowly ya kang," said Zimah to two santri sons who did not stare at him.

"Snive ning. In shaa Allah," answered his second compact with a small nod.

The three Jakarta girls who still wear the hijab, approached Zimah and the ndalem family, kissed the hands of Umi Halimah, then shook hands with Salsa, her 'brother-in-law' , last hugging Zimah. They do all of that in turn, solemnly.

After talking for a while with the ndalem family who drove them in front of the house, and hearing warm words from the Umi Halimah, they immediately got into the car. The black car slowly came out from the Great gate of the pesantren, Roudhotul Jannah.

"How many months have you been?" umi Halimah asked, looking at Zimah's stomach.

"Have you met Robi sir?" umi Halimah asked, looking at the eldest son standing in front of her.

Right now they were still standing at the original place like before, looking at the third deligacy, the city girl.

"Jih Umi, it's morning," Aqlan paused for a moment. "He had a chance to tell a story, regretting all of it. He allowed us to take his son for a while, until the punishment was completed. Asking us, to educate his children in this, this pesantren.

At first Aqlan was not sure, if Mr. Robi permission Aqlan to bring his children to live in this boarding school, considering that in the past, Mr. Robi was very, very rebellious brought by the authorities, even looked at Aqlan and ustadz in charge of Zain, with gazes like watering a grudge.

"Alhamdulillah!" umi said gratefully.

The evening sky was beautiful, the wind was blowing colorful flowers and grasses that adorned certain sides of the cottage, showing tranquility, peace, and tranquility, Pesantren which has thousands of santri in Java, Roudhotul Jannah pesantren.

The sight of santri putra and santri putri passing through the house ndalem, stepped in tandem, refusing to look at the non-mahrom, showing ta'dzim, with his head slightly lowered when passing the guru.

Trees lined the sides of the pesantren courtyard, buildings, neatly arranged terraced, the sound of the nadzoman book of Al-Fiyah, which filled the area of the boarding school Roudhotul Jannah. Sounds melodious, soothing, calming right. For anyone who hears it.

A couple, a prospective couple who will replace the kiyai Ahmad, and the Halimah, lead the pesantren. Walk in tandem with firm steps, answering the greetings of santri-santri who cross paths with them. Aqlan occasionally turned to the smiling Zimah.

"Well, are you happy?"

Zimah nodded, with a smile that could not be separated from her lips, looking at her husband warmly. "That's really happy! Do not know why, let alone the problems we face lately, can be resolved quickly, there is wisdom that Zimah can take from all these events. From the start of the Zimah family problems, and this pesantren," he said softly, between their steps. The face and the eyes that there are no lies.

"Alhamdulillah. There is a test that, so that we can learn and take his wisdom. 'There is happiness we are grateful for. There's a test we have to be patient'. The journey doesn't just get here! Our journey is still long. So you ask, whatever the test is ahead, never leave God, under any circumstances."

Exactly Aqlan finished his words, they arrived at the house of ndalem.

After delivering his friend's home, and talking briefly with family. Zimah invites Aqlan to walk casually in the pesantren area.

Arriving inside the house, Aqlan and Zimah stopped stepping, their gaze the same, parallelizing at the people sitting in the living room chairs.

Those in the living room also stared at the couple who had just passed through the door that had opened.Including the two teenage men who were sitting side by side on the right and left side of the little girl. One teenage man looked timidly, and one had a flat face.

Including Abi Ahmad and Umi Halimah who were there. There was also a middle-aged couple, whom they did not know about.

"The teenager who was yesterday in the story Maybe, the little girl was his sister Irzan, and the two middle-aged people, I don't know.

Aqlan deswab what she knows, the younger brother that Irzn once told her. And Fadhil doesn't want his parents to know about his delinquency.

Aqlan pulled the hand of his wife who had been in his hand, then invited to join everyone who had been looking at them.

"Assalamu'alaiku."

Say both at the same time. He was answered by everyone who was there.

"Is this your sister Irzan?" Tanya Aqlan was stale.

"Jih gus," replied Irzan kindly, unlike yesterday who was unfriendly. Even now his face did not point at any expression.

"Beautiful her!" Zimah chirps suddenly, looking at the little boy who had been smiling looking at her with sparkling, with puddly cheeks, round eyelids, looking cute.

"Maaci," answered enthusiastically with applause.

"Gus," said the middle-aged man that Aqlan did not know.

"Yes sir?"

"I, and this woman beside me, her parents are Fadhil." she introduced herself.

Aqlan only heard him give a friendly smile, greeting the middle-aged man's introduction.

"I'm sorry about our son's mistake!" he looked sad, his head down. Not daring to stare at Aqlan who was sitting not far from Fadhil's old man.

Kiyai and Buniki, silent, heard their guest's request, because Fadhil's parents had apologized to them. And now, this is his son's business.

"We do not know the deeds of our son, who is not at all commendable," continued his mother Fadhil. With a sad eye.

Zimah as the wife of Aqlan did not want to chim in. Because this is the right of her husband, the decision is on her husband, although Zimah does not have the heart to see parents who expect forgiveness for the mistakes made by her children.

Aqlan did not answer directly. Looking at the pair of middle-aged, wrinkle-looking on their faces, a look of hopeful eyes.

"I've forgiven her,"

Hearing the words of the man who became the granddaughter of kiyai sepuh whom they respected. The middle-aged couple smiled gratefully.

"But I want to punish the father and mother" said Aqlan politely in the middle-aged.

The middle-aged couple fell silent looking at his lowered child, squeezing his interlocking fingers. Then he looked at Gus Aqlan, who looked authoritative.

"It's okay, it's for the good of our son for the future, in order to be responsible, what he has done."

Fadhil looked up his head, looking at the father who replied firmly, there is not the slightest doubt. While the mother just nodded not to cast a vote, agreeing with the opinion of the husband.

"His punishment Fadhil must follow Irzan and his sister, to stay in this pesantren, in a time that does not know when. Can go out if there is interest, such as school. So Fadhil and Irzan have to follow the rules here. Meanwhile, the younger brother will stay in ndalem."

Aqlan's decision cannot be denied, because the middle-aged couple knew, the punishment, was best for their child.

"My sister is not used to being away from me," Irzan would voice, having just fallen silent.

"Later let me take care of it," Zimah said kindly, and tenderly.

"True, later I and my family also help," said Aqlan in support of the wife, who looked human, and who had looked at the little girl, full of happiness.

"Dear you can also go to ndalem, meet your sister."

The words of the wife of Gus Aqlan, made Irzan sigh in relief.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Greetings from the person standing in the doorway, diverting, attention of everyone in the living room.