Ling Tian's
A Beautiful Class
Time keeps turning. The days always never stop. Morning afternoon evening, morning afternoon evening, continue to be bored.
As usual, that afternoon Abah Yai prayed 'asyar. After the prayer, he also gave a speech that gave enlightenment as before.
Every day, the material he discussed was always different, indicating he was a very pious and insightful person.
“Allah's blessed saints. In the books of salaf and kholaf scholars explained, that Sunday is the beginning of development!.."
"So, if you want to build a house for example, it would be nice to start laying the first stone on Sunday.."
"That is so, with the intention of tafa’ulan or follow the ulama’ salaf. And thank God the building could be very useful for Abah in particular, and for the people in general!.."
"There's another Wednesday!.."
"In the book ta’limul muta’allim described, that Wednesday is yaumun-nahs. What is yaumun-nahs? Yaumun-nahs is the day when there is no blessing on that day for people other than Islam.."
"Every one of those people has one day in mind! Cntoh Christians give priority to Sunday and Jews on Saturday!. "
"As for Islam, all days are good! Depends on the man himself to fill the day.."
"And still said Shaykh isma’il in his book ta’limul-muta’allim, that Wednesday is the day of the start of a study or reading of the book!.."
"Because of his words, then tomorrow Wednesday, Abah announces all the study schedule let's start! God willing, may we be istiqomah. Allohummaa..”.
“Aamiiin!” sahut the santri.
“Maybe that's all Abah can say! Less and more apologize! Abah ends wabillahi taufiq wal hidayah tsummas-salamu ‘alaikum warohmatullohi wabarokatuh!" close Abah Yai.
“Wa’alaikum salam warohmatullohi wabarokatuh.” reply all santri.
The santri were still sitting in their respective places while waiting for Abah Yai to exit the hall. It is impolite for students if there is still in the hall, santri on disperse and stand in front of the kiainya.
According to morals, it is a very bad thing. So even santri pesantren al-Mukhlis no one does this. Even if there is, maybe the santri is a new santri who does not know the customs and regulations of the pesantren, which will then quickly be reprimanded and advised by his senior not to do so again.
So beautiful according to Jamal in his mind. Life with that akhlakul karimah.. Wow anyway! So it is not surprising that the cottage is famous everywhere about the superiority of his character.
Abah Yai has gone back (home) to ndalem (home). The santri quickly returned in each of his rooms. Remaining in the hall were only a handful of people and among them was Jamal.
He was still sitting there thinking about Abah Yai's previous words. He was very impatient to follow and start his studies. Njai sorogan or najai earlyayahan.
Jamal greeted one of his senior friends in the hall. He also includes the cottage manager.
“Sorry! That right? He said that the house was together with the same mba hut kah?” ask Jamal.
“Iya kang! That's right!" answer the senior.
“What can look at each other?” Jamal asked again.
“Of course not! There's a cover! Also, if you can look at each other, it is not the pesantren name! But school!” senior as an answer.
“Hehe.. I guess kang!” jamal's Cengengesan.
“You're Jamal ya?” ask the senior suddenly.
“Oh. Yes kang! What's up?” answer Jamal.
“Nothing! Oiya, I am Mahbub!” he said introduce yourself.
“Iya kang Mahbub!" jamal Response.
“Sampeyan it is Mal, fitting finished the night of the test into a serious conversation in the management group,” said Mahbub.
“Lha how can kang?” Tanya Jamal was astonished.
"Yes, said Mr. Lurah, the sampeyan pretended not to read the book. Very well though!” Answer mahbub to the point.
“Ah regular wae kang Mahbub. Don't exaggerate. Wong I still can't do anything,” Jamal denies.
“What is your house where to Mal?” Ask Mahbub who began to want to know the origin of Jamal.
Mahbub in the pesantren served as a publicist, he knew a lot and knew very well the names of people who were still in the Ambarawa sub-district. He thought that Jamal indeed lived from a boarding family.
“Ambarawa west part kang,” Reply Jamal.
“Your father's name?” Mahbub is like introgating.
“Muhammad S who?” Mahbub Tangkas.
Jamal's getting cornered. He can no longer be snarled
“Muhammad Syakur kang,” Lemas Jamal.
“Owalaaah, sampeyan putrone pak kiai Syakur to, the famous simple kiai and the zuhudist?” Ask Mahbub make sure.
“Hee. Do not overdo kang, wong Aby is just an ordinary person, not kiai let alone zuhud experts,” Resilient Jamal and low.
“Helleh, this sampeyan guus gus, I it although not from this area, but I know many people in this area,”
Jreeg, Jamal's heart felt like it was jolted, hearing Mahbub call him gus.
He was ashamed not to play, he felt the call was very inappropriate he looked. Quickly he denied the words of Mahbub,
“Ah this Mahbub. Ndak can do that. My name is Jamal, not gus, my call is also Jamal, no other frills,” Jamal said that continues to low.
“Ehehe, yes gus, uh Jamal.” ledek Mahbub.
The day changed quickly, it felt like Abah yai had just announced the start of studies. Though it was on Thursday afternoon, and this has arrived at the time expressed by him, which is Wednesday.
Wednesday morning was bright, heartfelt all the new santri. Their hearts are filled with joy. Their spirit is so tempestuous, like a bridegroom is about to come to his woman to say the ijab qabul as soon as possible. Ah strange depiction, the point is they are so excited.
Early in the morning they had made a queue in the bathroom. Yes, that's santri. Everything is all about ngantri. Counting also to practice their patience.
But still there are those who are impatient, by banging on the door or something else
“Dor dor dor!” the sound of the door
“Kang, kang, spout dong kaang!”
“Sabar too, I also just entered kok,” sahut inside
“Wes no resilience iki kaang. Pliiis, wes poked!” Shouts in front of the door.
“Hahaha, podo wae kang, I was there too. Be patient!” The inside saute.
Jamal just shook his head to see their behavior. As soon as they wash them. Ghoffar came.
“Waduh, really long ngantrine. Iki mah ngantri wong ngantri jenenge,” Ghoffar said.
“Hehehe, kang Ghoffar was late for a while wae, last sampeyan. Fortunately, I did not miss it! Hehehe,” Sahut Jamal laughs lightly.
"Yes kang, untuuung wae no. Try it yes. Can die while mringding-mrinding me kang,” said Ghoffar lebay.
“Hahaha, no-there wae mah sampeyan kii,” Jamal said as he rolled his eyeballs.
“Kreeeeek,” sound door open
“Ya already kang Ghoffar, first yes,” Jamal said and went inside.
“Iya kang, monggo." Ghoffar.
When all is finished in the sanctification and cleaning. All students are required to wear white clothes. The wall clock is showing at 08:00. That's a sign that in half an hour the lesson begins. Jamal prepared his book.
Wednesday for the fifth grade is a mukhtarul-ahadits lesson conducted by Ustadz Maulana.
Said his friends, ustadz Maulana is a funny figure, he likes a bit of comedy in class.
“There is anyway, his behavior or speech that makes us laugh.” Reveal one of his friends.
Time goes by quickly. No, not because the time is running fast, but because the feeling of the heart is so happy that it will not realize the time goes on and feels so fast. I don't think five minutes of class will start.
Jamal swung his legs to leave. Arriving in class, he had seen his classmates were already sitting neatly slapped each. It's at the back. He also felt that behind the green satire the cottage had all departed.
At 09:33, Ustadz Maulana came and immediately sat in front.
“Monggo dungo riyin.” Her speech.
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