Hijrah Love Arunika
Chapter 4. A donor?

The first day at the Darussalam boarding school, Aru got a good reception from the owner of the cottage, Kyai Muntaha and his wife, Nyai Hafizdah. Aru was asked to call the two noble men Abah and Umi.

"God willing, Umi will teach Nak Aru from the beginning. Since the others were already at a higher level, Nak Aru would teach Umi personally. Bismillah, Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Son," said Umi meekly.

Aru was moved by such gentle treatment. He told me all about his past. However, the attitude of the middle-aged woman who was highly respected in the entire corner of the cottage, did not change in the slightest.

"Patience keys. All of this is a process of life. God knows what is best for you. God can guide anyone who wants to pick him up, God." He unceasingly gave a phrase of encouragement to Aru.

A smile was clearly imprinted from Aru's lips. "Thank you, Umi." He no longer knew how to thank me for feeling valued in that place.

"Umi just wanted to give advice. Whatever your shame in the past, never tell anyone. God has closed the disgrace of Nak Aru well because at this time, you have changed. God never sees anyone from his past. But God sees His servant in how he corrects the mistakes of the past. For example, like this Nak Aru. MashayAllah. Nak Aru belongs to the lucky group." Like dew in the morning, Umi Hafizdah succeeded in calming the rumble in Aru's chest. So soothing and calming.

"Thank God, Umi. Please help me to get closer to God huh, Umi."

The sun began to rise. Aru still survive in the pesantren because there is still a schedule after ashar. Use that time to look around the cottage that is so soothing to the soul. He felt at home in the environment of people who exuded a positive aura. As if, Aru was also carried away by the aura.

As his foot passed through a small garden covered with Japanese grass, his vision was slightly disturbed by the presence of two men who were like a light conversation.

"Huh? That, isn't Dirga? Why is he here?" muttered Aru astonishment.

When wanting to steal the talk, suddenly someone patted Aru on the shoulder until the intention just ended in mind.

"Air? What are you doing in this area?" ask a beautiful woman wearing a blue rectangular hijab.

"Astaghfirullahal'adhim!" Aru suffocated in shock to make the two men who were talking disturbed and distract.

Aru immediately turned around before her face was seen by the man who loved to talk spicy. He didn't want to look stupid for being in the same place as Dirga.

"This is the men's cottage area. We'd better go" said Zahra, one of the housekeepers.

Aru smiled shyly. "Sorry, I really don't know." He grimaced then followed Zahra's steps towards the princess's cottage.

"Mr?" call Aru when the two are walking side by side.

"Why?" zahra asked a glance and then looked back at the paving road. Aru observed, the female figure beside him was so guarding his gaze because it had since lowered its head.

"So it—"

Not yet Aru finished his sentence, Zahra already answered. "He was Dirgantara Mahesa, the largest donor who gave some of his property for the benefit of the people."

Aru's mouth opened wide, closed, then opened again. Her eyes flickered cutely making Zahra chuckle for a moment. "Why, Ru? Surprised?" asked the woman who was five years older than Aru.

"But, her appearance ...."

Aru still did not believe what he had just heard. However, what has just been seen further convinces Aru's doubts.

Dirga's? Donors who give away some of the property for the benefit of the people? Then, why is the behavior when dealing with him so different? It doesn't show a good man at all. Her mouth was spicy and disdainful, very inversely proportional to what Aru had just seen.

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The rain had just washed over the city that afternoon. Make the streets wet and create a puddle of water. Aru has come out of the mosque where he conducts Maghrib prayers. Still in the cottage area and there, santri son or daughter could have met.

Aru hopes that he can meet with Dirga again. After the fact that he knew not long ago, Aru's mind never ceases to think about Dirga and Dirga. He still doesn't believe it.

As the universe supported, Dirga figure came out of the mushola. Again Aru was stunned. Dirga prayer? That question first crossed my head.

Then, the whispers behind him make Aru turn and find a group of santriwati admiring the figure of Dirga.

"MasyaAllah. Already handsome, good at giving alms. Indeed the characteristics of the dream husband."

"Indeed Bang Dirga tuh no reproach, MasyaAllah, what a beautiful creation You."

"Where is rich. I won't forget to slip his name on my last bow."

Aru's eyes opened perfectly. Inside this cottage, it turns out that Dirga became an idol. When Aru returned his gaze, his gaze croaked with Dirga's sharp eyes.

Raut was surprised Aru caught. Just like what happened to him a few hours ago. "So look, son." The advice came from Umi Hafizdah which made Aru realized that he had been staring at Dirga for too long.

However, that sentence was not meant for him. Except for the santriwati who are still behind him.

"Afwan, umi."

Aru heaved a sigh of relief. He got up after wearing his shoes. Then he turned to say goodbye to Nyai Hafizdah.

"immies? Aru pamit first. Tomorrow Aru will arrive on time," said Aru who replied with a smile by Umi.

"Pronounce God for things we don't know yet, son," Umi's advice that makes Kalea look down embarrassed. He is still interested in science. However, that does not mean Aru does not know about his religion.

Her mother and father taught her. It's just that, after Aru grew up, he left her. Aru nodded. "God willing, Umi," said Aru in the end.

"Come, Umi. Assalamualaikum." Then Aru nodded respectfully and walked towards the driver's car that had been waiting since morning.

Before entering, Aru turned his head for a while and saw Dirga who was now looking at him from a distance. Aru is not good at reading a gaze. So, he concluded that the current Dirga may feel strange when he finds himself in the pesantren.