Immaculacy
All Go

Dusk incarnated, orange cloud sign of the time maghrib arrived. The atmosphere of the Arpin residence seemed crowded, all the men had left the house to pray together in the mosque. While the women are still busy with their respective affairs, some are still cleaning the clothes arranged into suitcases, some are preparing food, some are praying, some are praying, there is also one in the bathroom.

Who else if not Mila. But tenaang! Don't go back to his habits! Mila has been converted.

Mila is still in the bathroom. Today the activities are very crowded, in addition to the lecture that has been active again after the Eid holiday, Mila also has to visit the school that will be her KKN place.

Lecture of Real Work (KKN) is a compulsory course that must be taken by students of the Faculty of Teacher Training and Education (FKIP) both in mathematics education and English education where the purpose of KKN is devotion community in the field of education and environmental cleanliness of the village.

Mila and some of her other friends will visit the village at the end of her small town.

" Deeek. Brother wants to take wudhu! " said Maya knocking on the bathroom door

Not long Mila came out with a towel on her head.

" Bath what a bathtub nguras like deck! " ask Maya mockingly

" So, let the water run out haha."

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The two women hugged each other, as if they did not want to let go of each other. The man carrying the suitcase in his right and left hand was sculpting, bored, tired!.

" Have dong hugs, change!" said Erwin

" sthat mean? I want to hug Mba Mila too!" Aisyah pressed her lips a few inches.

" Just be kanda!, that's how you're craving." Erwin pulled his wife's nose.

" Why did everyone leave!" mila said sadly.

" Patient brother yes, strong, sincere me yes brother! " ansaid Aisyah mockingly

Their relationship ended when the names Aisyah and Erwin were called through loudspeakers.

That morning Mila drove her father, mamak and brother to the airport to go Umrah, along with the departure of Aisyah and Erwin to Jakarta.

Mila stepped into the parking lot, in Nando's car and Zamal's middle-aged man by name, Zain's driver was waiting for him.

" Come brother, take me to buy some food first! " said Nando impatiently

Nando now attends school in Pesantren. Usually if there is a family visit he will ask for a lot of food stock. Thank God Nando now has a lot of change.

The eyes of the woman cast aside every corner of the pesantren, there was a longing there. He remembered his friendship with his friends first. Although I briefly received education here but it has been very effective in this heart. This is where I started my independence, changing myself for the better.

The eyes stopped looking at a long chair under the tree, where I sat telling stories and crying to bang Zain spilling all my grievances, and there I was first embarrassed by my own behavior, because bang Zain did not come alone but with his best friend.

It is impossible that there are children who are first time school in Pesantren not crying, so the sight of santri who whine and even cry for home is not strange.

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Deep on the island of Java, a man in a light blue shirt with black pants and matching shoes walked down the campus corridor towards his room. His brows furrowed at the sight of a set of colorful bushels on his desk with a piece of paper on it.

Good meal sir, I hope you like the cooking. Sinda

Dzaki throws the paper in every direction. Then take his phone.

" Assalamu'alaikum sir.." soft voice from behind the door.

Dzaki opened the door and threw a smile at the old woman in front of him. That woman was on her phone.

" Aunty hasn't had breakfast, has she? this is Dzaki no food!" Dzaki handed the four-storied food box to Bi Lastri

Bi Lastri, he was about 60 years old, his stature was skinny, not tall, arguably petite. Working as an OB on campus. Dzaki knows her well because her husband bi Lastri also works at her house.

" Thank you sir, thank God, you can for the iftar side dish later this sir" said Lastri who saw the contents of the food he held.

" Aunty fasting?"

" Yes sir, aunt fasting six (fast sunnah Shawwal )! haha.puasya been in the end sir!" answer Pastri bashfully

Dzaki just smiled, and looked at the clock on his wrist. Lastri who saw it understood.

" Thank you again, sir, tomorrow is where I return it! "

" No need to bi, just make aunty, bonus! " said Dzaki past Lastri who was still looking at the colorful lunchbox.

While continuing his work Lastri remembered something.

" This is the bushel that his son Yahya brought earlier, meaning this food is from non-Winda." said Lastri to himself

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Dzaki felt increasingly uncomfortable with the treatment of Winda who felt more courageous. It seems like this should be resolved soon, he thought. But how, want to say directly afraid later even so Slander for talking to him both. If you tell Mr. Yahya not good. Ah..have already! In two months, God willing, this matter will be finished. After I bring Mila here, everything will be fine. Willa won't bother me anymore.

"Oh.yeah, today is the schedule of the departure of the father to Mecca right, if the father, mamak go Mila must be alone at home. Nando is a mole. Does he dare? Take care of my future wife, God."

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The blue-thin girl sat in front of the mirror, looking at her beautiful face with thin makeup. And a sweet smile

" Did he eat it, did he like it? hah.. hopefully, " said Winda who felt full of struggle. Starting from waking up in the morning and shopping to the market, cutting spices until his hands slashed, to pretend not to be helped bi Ijah.

" I've been waiting for you bang Dzaki, I've been trying to keep dressing like this, all the proposals I came to refuse just for you. But why did you choose her to be your wife, you didn't even tell me you were married! No matter what bang. I'm willing to be second. There is no harm right, as long as you can be fair "Winda spoke to the picture frame she held. Photo of Dzaki with his father Yahya.