Love For Madinah Girl
Episodes 10

Al stopped his steps as he passed through a very majestic building complex. Looks a very large mosque with a model blend of medieval and modern. Eight towers rise on each side.

There are several buildings around the mosque. The main building resembles the Fairmont castle. On the spacious courtyard there are beautiful garden spots, bordering a high fence ala fortress with antique lights on each pillar.

The mosque is crowded with people who pray, read the Quran, itikaf, or just sit around. Many people dress in a robe, kurta, kaftan or tunic. One or two are Arab.

They are mostly young. The mosque looks shahdu if it is crowded like this. It is the people of the end times who are greatly missed by the Prophet.

The complex stands on the land of the richest man in his village, Abi Hamzah. Her three daughters, of four brothers, married Middle Eastern businessmen. So it's not strange there's a pesantren this grand.

The last angel of the Abi Hamzah family emerged from the garden behind the mosque, coming to Al with Irma. They are holding the book of Sahih Bukhari. Security opened the gate.

Riany greeted, "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam" replied Al.

"Who are you looking for?"

"It's a lightning boarding school, yes" Al quipped. "Grow fast, not told to come in or anything, straight to the question."

"Find you like Ri" joked Irma. "Breadth scares."

As a child, Al was often a pocong with a white sheath. He waited in the dark after teaching. Riany was most afraid to see ghosts to lie.

Al smiled wryly. "Hijaber ghost certainly did not dare. Books can come in front."

"Continue?" look at Riany at a glance, as if wanting to avoid seeing her. "What do you need to stand in front of the gate?"

"What does everything standing here have to be necessary?"

"Yes already, Non," cut the security. "We'll close again if there's no need."

Riany gestured for security to return to the post.

"Ready, Non." Security went and sat in the post.

"I'm going to Oma's house" said Al. "Stop a minute. Can you take a peek?"

"Grandma is inside" said Irma. "Wait for Isya's time."

"Ihappily."

"Not really," said Riany. "You need parental permission to get into a fucking boarding school."

Al surprised. "Fucking peasant?"

"The villagers call it that."

"I'm a villager."

"But big in the city of gudeg."

Al did not think. How dare they call the pesantren by such a nickname? What life is in it?

"Who is your God?" ask Al to know.

"Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala."

"Your fathers?"

"Al-Qur'anul Karim."

"The Bearer of the Treatise?"

"The ruler of the Ambiya, Muhammad shallahu alaihi wa sallam."

"The four caliphs?"

"Not more glorious than the Bearer of the Treatise."

"That's my permission." Al stepped into the gate.

Riany reminded, "Once you enter, you are ostracized by society."

Al stopped walking and looked. "Which society? People who hate their own brothers because of differences? Or the society you're fighting because you feel the most right? Who are you and me? Only the people of the last days study the books of the ancients."

"The books we study are different."

"Already know differently, why are you guys having trouble?"

"So you don't mind?"

"It's a problem if I'm concerned."

"Where would you stand if I could find out?"

"I stand by my religion, which hates to see you reproach each other for differences. Differences have damaged your brain."

"Your words are very rude."

"I can't be gentle on things that shouldn't matter."

"I'm not questioning."

"Why then is this village so crowded?"

"Ask them the same."

"I didn't get a satisfactory answer from them, just like I asked you."

"You've been leaving your hometown for a long time. So don't know what's going on."

"What's your excuse?"

"Forgiveness for the justification of the teachings espoused. Is it hard to say that your teachings are all true as long as the four make no difference? Or at least be quiet so as not to confuse the people."

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. I hate those of you who question differences. It's so stale."

"Then it's a lot of people poisoned."

"I was too stupid to understand that the Muslim parable is like a single body. Just one limb needs to be explained. You know the leg?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Foots have the same form, function, and responsibility. But do I have to step in simultaneously?"

Irma smiled. "Vampire dong."

"Because there are differences, there is harmony."

Two young men came to Al. Looks like senior santri. The one with a very handsome face and Middle Eastern stature. One more thing he knows but forgets to remember.

They smiled suspiciously in his eyes. "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

"Mohammed Al Harbi." The handsome man introduced himself. "Enough Harbi."

"Al Pharisee Haikal Najid. Enough Al."

"Ridwan Sayidi."

Al only remembered who the young man was after he mentioned his name. The next village boy who became an eternal enemy in childhood.

Al smiled faintly. "I still remember how you tortured Yudishthira. You've got the right payback and past mistakes have been forgiven."

"Alhamdulillah."

"Sorry," said Harbi kindly, "if I may know, what interest is there in coming to this boarding school?"

"I want to see Oma."

"Oma Harni?"

"You know?"

"of course. He often tells about you. Nice to meet you."

Then Harbi and Ridwan saluted them and left them.

Al asked Riany, "This is what was taught in the pesantren? Suspecting everyone who came, especially the Arab nobility."

"Harbi doesn't know you" said Riany.

"And every unknown person should be suspected?"

"So, is that a baperan?"

"Harbi deserves to be suspicious" said Irma. "He must be alert to every man who comes."

"Why?"

"Harbi would-be imam Riany."

Al's heart suddenly clouded thick, marching inviting drizzle. But all wrapped up neatly inside her little smile.

"Abi Sama Umi apparently ngefans really same Arab?"

Riany watched with a glance. "What do you mean? My parents like camels like that? Can you determine a soul mate?"

"What a big point." Al pretended to look at the mosque foyer. "I'm just asking, if the question is wrong, I'm sorry."

"That's how sorry you are."

"What do you want?"

"Think about it by the way. You're a village idol."

"Whose idol would you like to be?"

"Not very grateful."

"So idols are a disaster for me, definitely because of my medsos. I don't deserve to be an idol, there are a lot of better young people."

"You're the best in the village."

"I don't want to be the best when I ask questions like that."

"Happily, does Riany already have a candidate for priest?" search Irma curious.

"I didn't come in here for her, for Oma."

"Kirain kangen with Riany."

I am a kangen, said Al in my heart, kelu. His spirit suddenly disappeared by half. Riany already has a candidate. Who did this miss for?

Long time no hear from him, he was saving the wrong miss. Sowing the seeds of love in the fields of others.