Hazimah and Aqlan
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"Assalamu'alaikum."

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

"Wa'alaikumussalam," answered all at once.

"Come on Zain" said Umi Halimah to the young man in the doorway.

"Just have it," Zain slowly stepped closer to the people sitting on the sofa. "Assalamu'alaikum" said Zain again, bowing a little.

Zimah smiled at the arrival of her sister. "Here, sit down near my sister" Zimah told Zain, patting the empty sofa next to her.

Without many words, Zain immediately obeyed his brother's orders.

"This is Zain my brother-in-law," Aqlan introduced without a doubt. Make Zimah's heart warm, look at her husband.

"Zain, meet Fadhil and Irzan" Zimah pointed at the two teenagers in front of him. "They'll go down here."

Although confused, why the newly entered santri faced the same family ndalem, which usually only list through ustadz manager. Zain remained silent without asking. Maybe later when he was both with his older brother, Zain asked.

"Let's bring them to the management department, yes le," said Umi Halimah.

"Curl the nyai," Zain replied quickly.

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"Maulid this time. Sorry yes, I can't be with you guys," said Zimah not nice staring at the laptop screen that lights up.

"There's nothing about Zi, her name is also a husband."

"Surely maulid in pesantren yang ya Zi?, let alone there is a handsome santri-gang, sholeh-sholeh."

Without being told, surely know whose voice is it?, the understanding Dira. Chessy the Khayal handyman.

The screen of the laptop that lights up looks right, the beautiful face to two girls who mean in Zimah's life.

"What kind of mulu wow do you think? Wonder!" cynical Dira looked at Chessy next to her.

"That's a sign of my normal," her reply sneered.

Dira turned his lazy eyeball, then looked back at Zimah who was chuckling across there. Zimah who saw the debate of his best friend was finished, immediately stopped the laughter.

"Wouldn't you like to meet Crush Lo?" connect Chessy, up and down her eyebrows.

Dira immediately fiddled his eyes to look at Chessy, while Zimah, who did not understand, furrowed his eyebrows.

"Crush?, who?, where?, why don't I know?" asked Zimah bruntankan.

The sound of Chessy's laughter sounded strong. beltewaan Dira who waver, like a misbehaved person. Dira immediately looked at Zimah.

"There is no Zi. Don't believe the word child, like to ngada emang" said Dira laughed blandly.

"Credible said I Zi. There's Dira's crush at your husband's boarding school!" chessy said he believed.

Dira glared at Chessy, then looked at Zimah, hoping that his friend this one did not believe, the delusionist said.

But Zimah only shook his head in response to the conversation of his two best friends.

"So the rice box from your restaurant Zi," said Dira, switching the conversation.

Zimah furrowed her eyebrows, hearing Dira's words that did not connect. "What is it about Dir every year?" zimah said he did not understand Dira's behavior.

"Eh?. Yes, that's what I mean" Dira's behavior to scratch his head, making Chessy who knows what the cause of her best friend is. Can't help laughing.

"Jeez Dir, I swear, just this time I saw you, wrong behavior kek gini. At what level, what is his name in your heart?" said Chessy in between his laughter.

"Who the hell is Ches?, asked Zimah again, puzzled.

"Ask a son" pointed Chessy at Dira

"Later I tell Zi," said Dira looking at the bewildered Zimah. "We continued that earlier" continued again.

All of them nodded.

"How much is your preparation?" ask Zimah to start their discussion that was changed.

"What time does it take?" ask Zimah again.

"In the meantime, wait for Risha with her two best friends, said the three of them want me," replied Dira

"Where's Mama Dian?"

"His word, there's a little job, come back here."

Zimah nodded.

It is no stranger, if you hear the names of three beautiful girls who are friends. Even before Zimah appeared on television, Zimah and her two best friends, already known among the caretakers of the orphanage, boarding school, and, and the organizers who always hold important events around his place. Like 'Maulid Prophet Muhammad'.

Zimah and his friends always make donations to places that want to create Islamic events, but they lack costs. And one of his donations was through food from the restaurant that Zimah was processing.

Zimah, Dira, and Chessy, have never been public about this, so people think they are just the children of successful entrepreneurs. For them if they can help, they will help, even if only.

"I hope everything goes smoothly yes," said Zimah sincerely.

"Aamiin" answered the two simultaneously.

"And hopefully I meet cogan sholeh," chirped Chessy rubbed his face using both hands.

Zimah and Dira looked at each other, then sighed harshly. But no doubt they guarantee Chessy's words.

Their vidio call connection ended with Chessy pouting, pushing her lips forward, looking at the expressions of Zimah and Dira who mocked her apron earlier.

Zimah immediately tidied up her laptop, and wore a plain pashmina. Walk towards the door of the room and then step in search of her husband.

"Mas Aqlan where is Sa?" asked Zimah when she passed her sister-in-law, when she wanted to go to the door of the house.

"In the place of santri putra kali mbak," replied Salsa after stopping her steps in front of Zimah.

Zimah nodded slowly. "Where are you going?"

"The plan was to call me to the room, '" Salsa said with a smile.

"What's wrong?"

"You take a tour of the boarding school, see the preparation of santri-santri for maulid tomorrow."

"Oh well, I also want to go for a walk."

"Yuk mbak," invited Salsa directly to hold her sister-in-law's hand.

They stepped in unison, towards the field that will be in there will be the Prophet's maulid, tomorrow.

Santri putra and santri putri seem enthusiastic about doing their respective tasks. They help each other, but keep boundaries.

Zimah also saw his younger brother Zain, and also yesterday's teenagers, Fadhil and Irzan. They joke around with each other. Making a big stage.

Santri-Santri who saw his two ning, greeted politely. Zimah smiled happily at the cohesiveness of all the santri. Very cool view.

"Who will Sa?" ask Zimah.

"All the villagers here are invited, as well as kiyai-kiyai from some pesantren," replied Salsa seeing her brother-in-law beside her.

"A lot of it, right?" guess Zimah

"Banget mbak, Abi's best friend is also invited, who is from Kalimantan."

"Borneo?, who?" asked Zimah curious, when he heard Kalimantan.

"Kiyai Ali mbak."

"Who's wife isn't?" ask Zimah enthusiastically.

"Lacking tau also mbak," said Salsa who was confused to see the happy behavior of her sister-in-law. "Unacquainted?".

Zimah nodded surely with her sweet smile. Salsa is getting confused.

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𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑰 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑳𝑰𝑫 𝑵𝑨𝑩𝑰 𝑴𝑼𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑯𝑼'𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑯𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑴. 1445 𝑯𝒊𝒋𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒉. 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔-28-𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓-2023.