Islam Learning Fasting
52. Poultices

"Geez!!!

"Goodoo!!!"

The sound of Shuaib's screams that woke the santri from door to door while hitting the bottle using iron rang out.

Sarifuddin rubbed his eyes and opened them slowly making him wide in shock staring at Islam who was seen sitting on a mattress while holding a flashlight. There was no last change in position that Sarifuddin saw before he went to sleep.

"Well, are we good to sleep?" surprised to sit down immediately.

Islam looked over making the black part under his eyes visible.

"Din!"

Islam smiled and then he came down from his bed and approached Sarifuddin who was frowning in wonder.

"Din, I have memorized the prayer reading until prostration," he told.

"Dam!!! Sahur!!!"

The sound of screaming from outside was heard accompanied by the knock of the door, it was Shuaib. Islam and Sarifuddin looked at the door.

...***...

"Nih you see! I've been memorized until here," said Islam while pointing to the letter hijaiyah after putting the prayer reading book on the table.

Sarifuddin nodded with a smile. There is also the development of Abah Habib's grandson.

"It's hell!" tell it.

Islam then hung its prayer reading slowly from the beginning until prostration.

"Where?" ask Islam.

"Boiled, really," his unceasing admiration smiled broadly revealing his white teeth.

"It's true."

Islam grabbed the prayer book and opened it staring at the next reading.

"If you have prostrated yourself, it means sitting between two prostrations" he said, reading the book.

"What I'm really saying is that learning can be done."

Islam is silent does not care about the speech of Sarifuddin who is now silent.

"Haw back then! The spirit can, sahur must also," he said.

Islam looked and then he smiled.

"Tell me this one!" he said while pointing to the final recitation.

"Ready," said Sarifuddin spirit.

Islam was not clear and rancid then fed his mouth with rice as his eyesight could not be separated from the prayer reading sheet.

Sarifuddin who saw it was just a head shake. The spirit of Islam today. Never did Sarifuddin see a truly persistent spirit in Islam.

Islam that Sarifuddin knows as a man who often jokes, sometimes angry turns out to be serious like this just because of a veiled woman.

If Islam is not able to get the heart of Khadijah then it breaks his heart but Sarifuddin is sure if an effort will not betray the results, Sarifuddin is sure of it.

...***...

"Mom!!!" islam shouted when he found Umma Nur who stepped with Khadijah while holding a basket to the gate of the boarding school.

Umma Nur turned his head and smiled seeing Islam running towards him.

"You going to the market?"

"Yes, want to come?"

"You, Umma," answered the Islamic spirit.

Islam glanced at Khadijah who was only silent and did not greet him.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Khadijah" Islam said with a smile.

"Waalaikumsalam," he answered and turned and stepped first.

Islam smiled when he heard the answer from Khadijah. The smile was not separated from his lips as he was on the way plus again when he met the villagers.

"Eh Bu Tati, be more beautiful!" islamic tease when passing through a wooden house whose residents are watering plants.

The old woman laughed as she covered her mouth which was always made to smile every morning by the greeting of Islam.

Not only the old woman but Islam always greeted the occupants of the house that he saw was in front of his house no matter it was children, teenagers, men even to women and old men.

It is not difficult for Islam to be familiar with anyone. Its friendly nature makes it have a lot of acquaintances in this village even though its presence has not even two weeks.

"Islam!" call the old woman who once helped Islam while in the market.

The woman was named Grandma Sia, well Islam knows her name after the Grandma introduced her name to Islam.

Islam waved his hand when he found Grandma Sia who was seen standing at the market gate, well every morning Grandma Sia always waited for Islam to come at the market gate.

"Good morning to my future wife" he joked while touching the anxiety on Grandma Sia's arm that immediately laughed.

"It's been a while?" ask Islam.

"From now on" he answered.

"It's okay that the important Islam comes," he said, stroking Islam's cheeks completely smoothly.

"Oh, your grandson's handsome, Ustazah Nur" he said.

"Look who Grandma was" said Umma Nur, proudly making everyone laugh.

"Well, yuk!" take Islam and then step after reaching for the bag of black crackle Grandma Sia and step.

Grandma Sia smiled as Islam went to bring her groceries .

"Your grandson is very good" he said, staring at Umma Nur who was looking at Islam.

"Emm does she have a boyfriend?" ask Grandma Sia.

Umma Nur laughed.

"If that I don't know about Islam, all women are always considered as future wives" he said, laughing again.

"Yes, even I was considered a future wife," Grandma Sia confirmed.

"What's wrong?" tanya Umma Nur's.

Sia's grandmother who heard the question instantly squeezed out her nervous fingers.

"Look, try to be asked first with Islam! Whether he has a girlfriend or not if there is no way Islam can be betrothed to my granddaughter" he said.

Both eyes of Khadijah perfectly rounded after hearing that. What did he just hear is true? Or did he hear wrong?

Umma Nur's smile disappeared slowly from her lips.

"really?" tanya Umma Nur could not believe it.

"Yes," he answered.

"Your granddaughter's the one who went to college in town, huh?" tanya Umma Nur's.

"Yes" he answered.

Khadijah thought for a moment that he had managed to remember Grandma Sia's granddaughter whom he had last seen when they were children. The girl is beautiful and white well maybe the girl is now grown and more beautiful.

"Used!" call Umma Nur makes khadijah turn to look at Umma Nur who is far away from him.

"Come on!" bring him.

"Yes Umma" he answered.

Khadijah turned to look at Grandma Sia who had gone a little far from him.

Because he thought about Grandma Sia's granddaughter, he did not hear their last conversation until they left.

20 Minutes later...

Khadijah grabbed a black crackle bag filled with shallots and garlic that was stuck out by the man with the mustache.

"Thank you" said Khadijah, then he turned to make him surprised to look at Islam who was standing behind him.

"Astaghfiullah!" his shock as he touched his chest which his heart was completely about to be dislodged.

"Assalamu'alaikum" he said with a smile.

"Waalaikumsalam," he replied, although he was still surprised.

"Emm, where's Umma?" tanya Islam, well this is the sentence of reason so that Khadija does not feel if he had been looking for Khadijah since Islam had met Umma Nur there.

"It may be in the fishmonger" he replied.

Islam smile. It is true that Islam met with Umma Nur sold the fish earlier.

Islam frowned in wonder, there was a wedge on his waist. Islam reached her waist looking for her prayer reading book which she had tucked away.

"What's wrong?"

Islam looked at Khadijah who looked confused.

"My book is gone" he answered.

"I go first!" he said then stepped away.

"Isla-" Khadijah who had intended to call out Islam came to a halt as he stared at a book lying on the ground.

Khadijah grabbed it, looking at the book seriously.

"The prayer book" Khadijah said after reading the book's cover.

Khadijah turned to look at Islam that was no longer visible where Khadijah last saw him.

Khadijah looked back at the book in his hand. Is this the book that Islam seeks?

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Who are the grandchildren of Grandma Sia who will be betrothed to Islam?

How would it be about the same Khadijah if Islam was really betrothed to his little friend?

Islam would not, then, huh?

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