Islam Learning Fasting
57. Matchmade.

Islam put the broomstick he had used to sweep it on a long bench in the siring field.

This morning there is filial work to clean the area around the boarding school. Islam does not understand why the board of pesantren still requires the students to clean up when this is the month of fasting.

Islam turned his head when he who was picking up the trash heard some students whispering to each other and talking about Sarifuddin whose eyelids were slightly swollen.

If only this was not a boarding area maybe Sarifuddin would allegedly cry because of a breakup but this is a boarding area so maybe he was crying because of God.

"Islam!" calling Shuaib makes Islam turn to look at Shuaib who stepped closer to him.

"Why? Any calls from Umi?" ask Islam, well usually that is what Shuaib told him.

"Not."

"Because?"

"Someone wants to see you" he replied.

Sarifuddin stepped closer to Islam with his gaze that looked at Shuaib seriously.

"Who?" ask Sarifuddin who was curious.

"My best friend?" ask Islam.

"No" he answered.

Islam and Sarifuddin looked at each other with confusion.

"Who the hell?" ask Islam.

Shuaib looked at the santri who were staring at him. Does he know this to Islam while there are many people here?

"To Pak haji kiyai's room only! Later also know," he said.

"Later on, I'm not done yet."

"But Haji kiyai wants it now" he said.

Islam poked his lips then glanced at Sarifuddin who nodded.

"Yes," he broke up and walked away with Shuaib running behind him.

Islam frowned in wonder as he stared at the many sandals in front of Abah Habib's room, there seemed to be many people inside.

"This is Pak Haji kiyai the Islam," said Syuaib who first entered the room.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Islam who stepped into the room.

Everyone returned their greetings and smiled at the presence of Islam.

Islam sat on the sofa as he was welcome to sit by Umm Nur and gently stroked his cheeks.

Islam can see in this room there are Abah Habib, Akbar, Akbir, Shuaib, Ustazah Fitri and Granny Una. Waitaminute! Grandma Una?

Islam frowned in wonder at Grandma Una, the old woman he always helped bring her shopping home.

What's he doing here?

Does he want to be angry because today he did not go to the market to help him bring groceries? Ah that extravagant time to get here?

"Islam!" call Umma Nur make Islam look.

"Know Una's Grandma, right?" tanya Umma Nur makes Islam look at Grandma Una who looks smiling.

"Yes, Umma," answered Islam and smiled stiffly.

What the hell is this?

"Islam, how old is antum now, son?" ask Abah Habib.

Oh my God, why ask about age? Want to celebrate a birthday?

"22 years old, Abah," answered Islam while squeezing his cold sweaty fingers.

Either feel like he's being interrogated by all of them. I feel scared when I am in such a situation.

"Well, I can do it" Akbir replied, smiling.

Islam glanced left and right at everyone who looked laughing. What should Islam be now? Laughing along? Even hesitating to feel.

"Before further perhaps we can leave it to Grandma Una who speaks first of purpose and purpose. Well we already know but Islam does not know, maybe it can be directly explained by Islam," explained Akbar.

Islam swallowed its salivary. What's the matter?

Grandma Una smiled shyly then nodded as if agreeing to talk.

"Look, Son of Islam, Grandma feels very fond of Islam because of Islam whose children are good and sociable."

Una's grandmother laughed while the face of Islam began to look beautiful. Since then his mind guessed nonstop.

"Before Grandma asked, Islam already has a boyfriend?"

Fuck you Islam, you're dead!

"Pa-pa-boyfriend?" ask Islam.

Una's grandmother smiled and nodded, making Islam smile and then looked at the people around her who were looking seriously at Islam.

Wanna answer what?

Huh huh?

What do you want to answer now?

There's no way Islam answers 'Yes, my girlfriend there is a lot.' You idiot!

"Nothing" answered Islam making everyone smile loosely.

"Look, son em if there is no Grandma intends to match Islam with Grandma's grandchildren."

The smile of Islam instantly disappeared from his lips after hearing that.

Matchmade?

Islam never imagined it as long as it lived in this world.

"W-what?" ask the unbelieving Islam.

"Yes, Son. Grandma Una wants you to be betrothed to the granddaughter of Grandma Una" explained Akbar.

What?!!

Is that true?

"But why should I?" islam asked as he touched his chest, this time his face was really serious.

"Well, like Grandma said that Grandma really likes Islam because Islam is good..."

"Bool!" inner Islam.

Indeed this Islamic custom is always good to old women.

Islam only wants to get mangoes in front of Grandma Una's house after helping her carry groceries, only that is not betrothed.

If only he knew he would be betrothed for his kindness then what? There is no way that Islam strangled Grandma Una's neck to let her know that Islam was a bad boy.

"Islam!" call Umma Nur while patting Islam's shoulder that has been daydreaming since.

"Yes Umma?" ask Islam.

"That's Grandma Una asked, would you not?"

"You what?" ask Islam.

Everybody laugh.

"You want to be betrothed to my granddaughter?" ask Grandma Una.

What should he answer now? Islam did not want to be betrothed because he only wanted to be with Khadijah.

If only the betrothed to him was Khadija, perhaps Islam would shout to agree to this match, but this is what?

Islam did not even know and never saw Grandma Una's granddaughter.

"You don't?" ask Grandma Una.

"But-"

"Well that's my grandson" said Grandma Una as she pointed towards the door.

Islam quickly turned his head to look at a girl in pink hijab who gave her greetings and sat down beside Grandma Una.

Islam scrunched his forehead, he wanted to see the face of the girl who looked down.

"This is my granddaughter, her name is Katrin," said Grandma Una, embracing the headscarf girl's shoulder.

Islam was silent for a moment, he was no stranger to that name. He had heard the name but he had forgotten where.

"Katrin is Islam." Point at.

The girl smiled faintly then raised her chin staring towards Islam.

The two eyes of the girl were wide in shock staring at Islam who was also wide-eyed.

"It's so pretty" praised Umma Nur.

Both lips of Islam came open, he pointed at the girl and tried to remember her aloud. Islam has seen this girl.

The hijab girl also pointed to Islam as if she did not expect if she would meet with Islam in this place.

"Lo-" they said compactly and still pointed at each other.

Everyone who initially smiled was instantly confused, did they know each other?

Islam gaped as he managed to remember this hijab girl. She is a girl who always wriggles in her arms while begging for love from Islam.

It's Katrin!

"Lo kan yang" the Islamic speech came to a halt as Katrin quickly pulled him and led him out of Abah Habib's room.

Everyone looked up and fell silent with a confused face. What happened to them?