
Long looking at the Ar-Rashid Pesantren area, Reza was surprised by the arrival of Abi Zaenal who suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Assalamualaikum" said Abi Zaenal, greeting him.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Abi sorry Reza arrived late, "Reza replied while apologizing. He kissed Abi Zaenal's hand.
"No papa, it's still early in the morning" Abi Zaenal said with a smile.
"Let's go to Abi's house first. Let's just talk inside, it's not nice to be here" Abi Zaenal asked, staying friendly. Then made Reza nod and follow the footsteps of Abi Zaenal who invited him home.
Arriving Reza at Abi Zaenal's house, Ummi Siti has welcomed him very well and it makes Reza feel bad.
"Please sit down, Son Reza, what do you want to drink? Let Ummi get it." Ummi Siti looks so friendly to Reza, even though she has only met for the first time.
"Eh, don't bother ummi," said Reza who was not comfortable with the treatment of Ummi Siti who considered him like a king.
"It's okay, yes Ummi to the back first." Without waiting for an answer from Reza, Ummi Siti had already sailed away leaving him.
Secretly Abi Zaenal smiled, after seeing the interaction between his wife and Reza. Indeed Ummi Siti is always friendly to guests, whether it is new or familiar.
"Sorry Abi, my arrival here has disrupted Abi Zainal's time. Alvian boss asked me to give this to Abi and please accept." explained Reza Soraya gave a sum of money that Alvian had prepared.
"Alhamdulillah, please say thank you Abi to Alvian for Nak Reza and Abi also thank you for coming here and meeting us here" Abi Zaenal said with a smile.
"Yes, I'll tell you. Together Abi, this has also become my duty as an assistant." Reza did not show his pride, but instead he was humble.
As he was conversing, suddenly a girl dressed in sayr'i entered the house with a sweat that was still left on her pure white forehead.
"Assalamualaikum" said Fatimah with a little surprise to see Reza who was in his house.
Everyone in the living room turned to Fatimah. "Wa'alaikumsalam, Fatimah why are you? Kok kayak has just run a marathon," asked Ummi who looks confused by the condition of his son at this time.
"Emm .. sorry Ummi. This Fatimah just bought vegetables with Nisa so hurry," said Fatimah who only looked down because there were other men in her house.
"Then, Fatimah excuse me to go back first," said the girl soraya waltzing away leaving Ummi, Abi and Reza who were still in the living room.
As Fatimah breezed away, Reza quietly continued to pay attention to her and grew curious about the girl named Fatimah.
"Sorry Nak Reza there is a short interruption, please continue the conversation again," said Ummi Siti who managed to make Reza aghast from his daydream.
"Eh .. Maybe I can't stay here for long. I'm sorry that Ummi and Abi Zaenal are disappointed" Riza said in a polite manner.
"Then I say goodbye to returning home and thank you for your concern Ummi and Abi Zaenal. Assalamualaikum" said Reza, kissing the hands of the parents.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Equally, next time Nak Reza can stop by here again. God willing we will welcome him very well" Abi Zaenal said. He suggested not to hesitate if you want to visit his home again.
Reza just nodded and slowly walked away from Abi Zaenal's house filled with jokes and laughter. Although, just getting to know him.
Looking around is very pleasing to the eye, besides the area is clean and the air is fresh. The area is already filled with the hustle and bustle of the santri who look neat and polite.
Reza was silent for a moment because he felt peaceful while in the Pesantren Ar-Rasyid area, seconds later he resumed his steps to leave the pesantren area.
However, his steps suddenly came to a halt right in front of the Ar-Rashid Pesantren gate. Accidentally his shoes stepped on a bracelet that had the initials F, engraved beautifully.
"Who's this?" muttered Reza with recalling the time where he asked the location of Pesantren Ar-Rasyid to someone.
Long pensive and finally Reza remembered. A woman became the owner, probably in a hurry to make the bracelet fall. Reza will return to return the bracelet to its owner, but it is highly unlikely as men cannot carelessly enter the women's territory. After all, Reza didn't know him.
"It's best if it's reunited, I promise I'll return this bracelet to the owner." Saying a promise from the mouth of a man who never takes it lightly.
Then Reza kept the bracelet initials F into his pants pocket and resumed his delayed steps. In the end, Reza left in his car in soraya leaving the prominent area.
On the other hand, a woman was cutting a carrot and one of her friends suddenly asked her.
"Fatimah, where are the bracelets you wear every day?" alisha asked in astonishment because it was not usual for Fatimah not to wear her beloved bracelet.
Getting such a question from her theme Alisha, managed to make Fatimah shocked and sure enough, her bracelet was no longer in her hands.
"Astaghfirullah, where's the bracelet? And why did it disappear from the hand of Ema?" Seen restlessness from the beautiful face of Fatimah who was confused because of the disappearance of the bracelet given by Abi Zaenal since he was a teenager.
"Maybe Fatimah forgot to save or had time off and forgot to wear it back," guess Alisha who turned out Fatimah was also shocked by the loss of the bracelet. Alisha thought Fatimah would not be surprised.
"No, the bracelet is always wear but why can it be lost? The feeling this morning Imah did not open the bracelet," said Fatimah worriedly. However, the bracelet was a gift from Abi Zaenal as a sign of his affection for the youngest daughter and Fatimah was very caring for her.
"What's this?" asked Nisa who just joined after cleaning the rice in the back.
"This is Nis, Fatimah's bracelet is gone and somewhere," replied Alisha who was sad to see Fatimah's gloomy face.
"Well, how can you lose? Don't worry, I'll see you later too. Maybe Fatimah forgot to keep it," said Nisa by trying to calm Fatimah. After all, the disappearance of Fatimah's bracelet, there may be a connection also with Nisa because from morning only Nisa who is always beside Fatimah.