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Love in Prayer by Yoyota
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The story of a woman named Humaira Azzahra in a pesantren. About his friendship, about the problems faced by Humaira and also about the love of a man who can only be pinned in his prayers.
Will that love come true? Keep reading if you are curious.
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Chapter 1
Humaira Azahra that's my name. My father and mother always call me Ira. I was an only child. I just graduated from Junior High and still confused about where to continue. My father always gave me advice.
"Rather than you are confused about where to go mending you to the pesantren aja dear, there you can learn more about religion."
That's what he always said to me. However, I have not been able to give that decision to him.
Until a month passed, the new school year had already begun during that month, and I still had not given my decision. I finally followed my father's will.
After I confirmed that I wanted to enter the pesantren, my father began looking for pesantren whose teaching methods are good and also the teacher is competent in his field.
"It's a shame that I have found a boarding school for you, who managed it was my father's teacher when I was a child" said my father.
"Okay Dad, I'll just follow. Because surely the choice you choose is always best for me" I replied.
After that, I prepared everything I would wear there.
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I went around the boarding school when my father and my mother were chatting with Abah. Abah that's the call for big Kyai here. Unbeknownst to me, I went into an area that I really shouldn't be allowed to enter, since that area was the dormitory area of the son. I passed through the open guardrail. I look around. Seen many santri son is practicing silat in the yard. I saw them quietly behind a tree. I accidentally stepped on a tree branch.
"Retail."
The sound of the twig I stepped on. One of them accidentally turned his head and we met the field.
Oh my God, that man is so brave.
Suddenly a man's voice ripped my mind.
"Hey, what are you doing here? This is your son's dormitory shouldn't be here!" reprimand one of the male santri.
I was shocked to hear the man's words. There was a sense of shame because I was caught secretly watching them practice silat. My mind immediately realized that I had walked away from my parents.
Just the first day, I had a problem. How could I not pay attention to the place I passed by earlier?
"Sorry Brother, I don't know" I said with a low head and went to find a way out.
I walked straight ahead. Then back the direction. But never did I find a daughter santri who walked, all I found was a son santri. I'm getting confused now. I don't even remember which path I walked on when I entered the santri putra area. I wanted help, but to whom? I don't know anybody here. What was it to the son santri who was reprimanding me?
It's been a few minutes. Finally I sat behind a tree not far from the place where the santri practice silat. There seemed to be a son santri approaching towards me that was the male santri who was reprimanding me. Maybe he realized that I was just pacing around and around and not getting out of here.
"It looks like you're the new santriwati here, let me take you to the girls' dorm" said the man offering to take me. His words were very friendly, not as swift as when he rebuked me.
"Thank you, brother" I replied.
Finally someone sensitized that I'm a new santri.
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The curious follow-up just glided there.