Hazimah and Aqlan
Reunite

The weather is bright, the sun is shining not stinging, it feels calm, like supporting a blessed event.

The sound of the hadroh drum is simple, the sholawat is chanted melodiously, accompanying every step of the guests present at the event in the future.

With enthusiasm, smiles, they flocked to step , entering the gate above which was plastered with a large inscription, PESANTREN ROUDHOTUL JANNAH. Also emblazoned a big baleho, AHLAN WASAHLAN BIDHUYUFI ROSULULLAH (welcome guest Rosulullah). At every corner in the baleho garnish, COMMEMORATE THE MAULID OF PROPHET MUHAMMAD SHOLALLAHU'ALAIHI WASSALAM.

Welcomed senior santri-santri who became the committee tonight, greeted the guests politely, accompanying them to separate male and female congregations, in the barrier in the middle.

While in Ndalem, all families gather including friends Abi Ahmad. They chatted with each other, exchanged news because long time no see. Kiyai Ali and his wife were invited to the event, by Abi Ahmad.

Footsteps from the direction of the stairs do not stop the discussion of all middle-aged who sit on the sofa divided into two groups. Women and Men, in the spacious living room of the ndalem.

Aqlan, who felt that his wife was stopping her steps, also stopped and stood next to his wife, Zimah looked at the middle-aged women and men, alternately. His smile was glimpsed right at a couple who were chatting with people around him.

Aqlan who understood where the direction of his wife's view, understood that, kiyai Ali who was in front of her was the teacher who meant the wife first, when they were in Kalimantan. "Samperin gih" whispered Aqlan next to Zimah.

"Fear to disturb you," Zimah replied in a whisper.

"No. Just there," Aqlan pulled Zimah's hand slowly, carrying her wife in the middle, between the middle-aged male group, and the middle-aged female group.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Those who were unaware of the presence of the couple, immediately stopped the conversation when they heard the greetings from the eldest son of kiyai Ahmad.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," answered all at once.

"It's Aqlan huh?" greet the middle-aged man 'kiyai Ali' who was sitting not far from Aqlan and Zimah standing up.

"Yes kiyai," Aqlan approached Kiyai Ali who greeted him, then greeted him with ta'dzim. Then take turns to greet the male guests who sit also around him.

Umi Halimah who had seen the presence of her daughter-in-law, immediately approached. "Sit the same umi yuk nduk."

Zimah who had been watching her husband, immediately turned her head, because her shoulders were embraced by umi-in-law. "Jih umi."

Umi Halimah was about to bring Zimah to join her others. But Zimah stopped her steps, and whispered in the ear of her mother-in-law. Umi Halimah nodded and let her daughter-in-law, stepped over to the wife of Kiyai Ali.

All eyes were on Zimah who was gathered in front of his wife Kiya Ali. They are confused to see Zimah's treatment, except Aqlan who knows his wife's intentions.

Umi Fatimah who saw the daughter-in-law of her husband's best friend took her hand and kissed, just smiling though confused, in her rubbing Zimah's head gently. "You're the wife of Aqlan's son?, sorry yesterday I couldn't attend your wedding."

Hearing the words of her teacher, Zimah immediately looked up at the middle-aged woman, who was credited with giving her knowledge, the beautiful woman, whom Zimah admired and cared for.

They looked at each other, Zimah stared longingly, Umi Fatimah stared as if thinking of something. "I'm like a stranger to your face, son" Umi Fatimah gently stroked Zimah's face.

Zimah tried to hold back her tears. "I'm Zimah Umi."

Zimah is not hurt, because Umi Fatimah does not remember her, because Zimah thinks, who ever sangantri in her pesantren not only her self, but there are many, because there are many, especially like Zimah who long time no see.

"Maa is Allah. Zimah, you kid?,"

The surprised expression of Umi Fatimah increasingly makes the others confused, Zimah who does not believe if she is still remembered by her teacher, smiled haru, and nodded between the ages.

"Thank God for good news, son, how are you?" a swipe at the head of the umi Fatimah, and a gentle smile. Making Zimah unable to withstand the radiance of his happiness.

"Alhamdulillah. Zimah is also good umi,"

Kiyai Ahmad who saw the interaction between his wife and the woman he knew the wife of the man sitting next to him, immediately smiled after realizing that it was his santri.

"How is Hazimah."

The authoritative voice of kiyai Ali added to the confusion of everyone, including kiyai Abdurrahman along with his wife, and brother abi Ahmad. There was clearly confusion on their faces, hearing questions from the big kiyai in Kalimantan. Zimah turned his body still with a rest in front of the umi Fatimah, when he heard a voice that he knew.

"Alhamdulillah is good Abi," Zimah replied with a happy smile.

Seeing the wrinkles of confusion that radiated on the faces of his friends. Kiyai Ali immediately explained with a smile that did not escape from his lips, when he knew it was his santri.

"Zimah santri I. The girl we used to want to be a match with Aqlan," at the end of the line, Ali looked at Kiyai Ahmad.

Abi from Zimah's husband looked surprised to hear the words of his best friend. He remembers, once asked the santri who stole his attention to be the wife of his eldest son.

On a large stage, sit kiyai-kiyai, habib, ustadz, and the oldest in the village where his pesantren Roudhotul Jannah stands, also the pilgrims who are enthusiastic to hear the lecture that was delivered by the habib invited from abroad, who stood on the stage, making it easier for pilgrims to see it.

Zimah, who sat with Umi-in-law and the wives of kiyai-kiyai, felt gerogi, from that moment he clasped Salsa's hand sitting next to her, and his gaze turned on stage, Aqlan felt that the wife was looking at him, thus making the thin smile of the handsome gus engraved.

"Don't look at me, Mas Aqlan salting, his tarjim (translates) not focused," whispered Salsa in Zimah's ear, after her sweet girl giggled little by closing her mouth using a hand that was not held by Zimah.

Zimah was astonished to hear the whispers from his sister-in-law, in the view of her husband who delivered to the congregation, after habib who from that time delivered a lecture using Arabic. And after her glance at herself, Zimah shook her head to look at her husband's behavior. The two-bodied woman coded for her husband to focus.

"So, I don't see the Aqlan loh deck, I'm afraid of the lecture" Zimah replied in a whisper.

"Mas Aqlan is a keedean mbak."

Zimah chuckled at Salsa's intended taunts for her husband.

They returned to listening to the lecture.

Kiyai wives who sit with grace and emanate his authority, as well as the children of them, including Ning Ais who sits with the women of Sholehah.

Occasionally Ning Ais steals a look at Zimah who seems familiar with her sister Gus Aqlan. It was as if all eyes were on the woman who was the wife of the man who had once filled her heart.

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