Lasta Qais(Not Love Qais)
Meet Aisya

"Assalamualaikum askia." usatdz Zul's voice greeted him on his mobile phone.

"Waalaikum hail ustadzz," replied kia in a dotted voice.

"Ehmm,, mustadz bothering yaaa?"ask ustad Zul to feel bad.

"I sleepy ustadz,," answered kia half-consciously, and then rectified it.

"That's not ustadzzz, there's nothing...Why yes?ummmm there's something I can help ustadz,?,"ustadz Zul withholds his laughter at the stammering sound of his trying to correct his original words.

"Eumm, if you sleepy already, then Zul telfon ustadz again askia."usatdz Zul deliberately provoked kia, which will surely give out his long words.

"Ehhhhh, no, I just woke up...ustadz Zul want to ask what?, how is it with Safina ustadz?"and it's true that kia had a long crack at the end there.

"Hhhhhhhhha.."laughter ustadz Zul broke because his guess did not dart.

While at the end there kia keep her phone from the ear because shocked by the sound of laughter the ustadz.

"Oh anyway, why also call people laughing giniii.." muttered kia pouted while allowing her sleep.

"What did you say Askia..?"

"I have not said anything yet kok ustadz." replied kia with round eyes afraid of ustadz Zul heard his mutterings.

Ustadz Zul just smiled at the answer, because his murmur was clearly heard in his eardrum even with a small voice.

"Ehmm, so gini askia, is it true that Safinah lived in Bayuwangi village?"ask ustadz zul slowly.

"Yes, is that really ustadz,?"answer kia.

"Near the tahfidh pesantren is not,?"

"Still far away it ustadzz, Safinah house is a bit inland.If not wrong, the handle is close to the tea garden, but I do not know what number home ustadz, I have forgotten." kia explained.

"Eumm, have you been to Safinah's house?"ask ustadz Zul again.

"Not yet ustadz," answered briefly.Ustadz Zul scrunched up his forehead hearing the address given by kia, and was not satisfied with the answer.

"Ohh, that's it.Eumm can I know his father's name Safinah?"ask ustadz zul, maybe hearing the name of his parents can make it easier to find the address of Safinah's house.

"Safinah lives with her mother ustadz, her father has long died.When her brother is married, and lives with her husband."answer kia make ustadz Zul think, if Safinah is the youngest child of his small family.

"Eumm, that means Safina's just the same brother, huh,?"tanya ustadz Zul.

"Yes ustadz," replied kia.After that, Zul just kept quiet for a while, like thinking about something.

"Askiaa, thank you for the info, sorry for disturbing you to sleep." said ustadz Zul wanted to end the phone.

"Yes ustadz, the same-sama" replied kia on the other end, and sure enough just as ustadz Zul turned off his phone, he immediately continued his deep sleep in the AC room.

***

Sorenya,ustadz Zul is neat with yellow clothes and black sarongs, not to forget also the velvet black peci he always wears.

He will go to the village of Bayuwangi, which is only about five kilometers from the hut Al hidayah.Niatnya, to deliver the care of Rahman kiai for the recipient.And also, the,usstadz Zul was determined to find Safina's home address later.Ustadz Zul took the black box containing the book, and took the key of his black matic motor.

"Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.."said ustadz Zul took a deep breath.His slightly prominent acronym looks up and down, when he swallowed his saliva.Hati and his mind is filled with the name Safinah.In fact, it can be said that his main purpose is to go to the village of Safinah, the,while delivering the kiai's care is his part-time.

"Hopefully Allahhh.Please this servant of yours who is almost mad because of this love, Allahhh.."he muttered himself while turning on the motor.

"Druuuuuuu" the roar of the motor ustadz zul that just passed by.

Ustadz Zul carries a motorcycle with maximum speed, he split several villages to go to the village Bayuwangi.Not until half an hour, he split several villages,the black matic motor began to enter the tahfidh pesantren area referred to by kiai Rahman.Ustadz Zul began to glance at each house in the pesantren alley, looking for a house numbered seventeen.

Because too focused on looking for the number seventeen, Zul to forget that the streets there are damaged and many are hollow.

"Cittttttttt," the brake sound is very strong.

"Bukkkkkkk." The sound of the black box containing the book fell because Ustadz Zul could not hold it.

"Astaghfirullahhhhhh.." said ustadz Zul was shocked.His face panicked by what just happened.With a quick, quick,ustadz Zul got off his bike and picked up the box to put it back on his bike.The sweat began to flow on the forehead of ustadz Zul, who was still on his bike,there were two beautiful women who witnessed the Zul Ustadz that almost fell.And just ustadz Zul could disappear for a moment, so as not to feel extraordinary shame like this."Huftttt, "ustadz Zul took his breath away.

When Ustadz Zul wanted to push his motorbike back, a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face, wrapped in Muslim clothes, approached him.

"Ustadz, is that okay?"asked the woman in a very soft voice, reminding ustadz Zul to his mother in the village there.

"Eumm, Alhamdulillah I'm fine Ma'am," replied ustadz Zul held back his embarrassment but displayed his sweet smile.

"Be careful ustadz, here the path is indeed broken" said the mother again.

"Yes, thank you Mom.If that's how I go first." said ustadz zu, and immediately continue his journey so as not to linger with people who have seen the embarrassing incident.

Now ustadz Zul drove his vehicle slowly, and saw the number of houses he passed through had reached number twenty and above.

"Lho, kok twenty.Then seventeen passed by dong.!"it's in the heart.

"Yes Allahhh, really, not to mention the house Safinah, this is already around like a package sender."finally, Zul Ustadz turned his motor back to look for the house number seventeen that he had passed through earlier.

"Here's it!"ustadz Zul lega.

"Lhoo, domesticate the mother's house earlier..?"mumbling itself.

"Waduhhhh, this is true apess, Allahhh.!So this house of number seventeen,?, the impression I did not see earlier, people are ashamed because the road is broken kek gini,, lagii!!!."ustadz Zul nagged the perverse road.

"Astaghfirullahhhhhhh, shameful indeed Rabb, huft.." - in shame, Zul Augustadz got off his bike holding the black box, and stepped in front of the house number seventeen.

"Assalamualaikum.." ustadz Zul's voice saluted.

"Waalaikum salam." answered a woman from within, with a voice different from the mother who spoke with ustadz Zul just now.

"Czech," the door opened.

"Deg,,"gutukan ustadz Zul directly hit into the eyes of a beautiful girl who came out from behind the door.But it did not last long, Zul just just give him and immediately say goodbye,following the idol to his village who either love is reciprocated like a prayer that is always offered.

"This is a shipment from Kiai Rahman, in the hut Al hidayah.." said ustadz Zul without further ado.

"Ohh thank you very much ustadz, this is ustadz Zul huh?kiai Rahman said he sent it to ustadz Zul" said the girl.

"Right, I'm ustadz Zul." replied ustadz Zul very visible his hasty gurgle.

"Who's aisss?"another voice came from behind the door.

"This is momma,,,"

"This is the ustadz, right?"asked Aisya's mother in Ustadz Zul, without hearing the answer from Aisya.

"Yes, ma'am," answered ustadz Zul, throwing his face away in shame.

"I was looking for a house numbered seventeen, want to send the title kiai Rahman, turned out to have been too late earlier" explained ustadz Zul without waiting asked.Ingin ustadz Zul immediately went from there, and immediately headed to the house of Safinah, and immediately,however it seems that this will slightly slow down the main intention of ustadz Zul.

"Masyaallahhh,, so you ustadz Zulll?, almost always ustadzzz!"invite the mother.Sedang Aisya steal a glance at ustadz Zul who did not glance at him at all.

"No need ma'am, I want to go somewhere, so can not linger." replied ustadz Zul while scratching his head that does not itch.

"When, the mother and Aisya have been waiting for ustadz from earlier, the mother has also prepared her banquet." said the mother.

"Ohh so the name of this girl Aisya."whispered heart of ustadz Zul with a little turn towards the girl who looks shy.

"Next time, ma'am," said ustadz Zul refused subtly.And still call the middle-aged woman with mother, even though mother Aisya mentioned herself as mother.