MU'ADZ
TWENTY-ONE

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Mbah Yai Imam stroked the top of his head. "Ora need to fill in, ora opo-opo. Santri yo ngene iki's. Ora ngetoki lek dekne santri, lek in jak dolan yo bubatal, lek dijak naji yo add budale spirit. Zinc important siji, akhlaq e kudu santri." He smiled hearing her words. Always so, if it is sowan to Him, there is a meaning contained in His narration.

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Slowly he rode his motorbike matic, with the front of the motorbike already filled with one cardboard and one backpack. I don't know what Nduk Khafa brought could be this much.

"Mbah Yai Alhamdulillah sampun saras Mase, last seng Aa' mriki, Mbah Yai mpun mdingan." said Nduk Khafa hard beside his right ear, Nduk Khafa whose position berbonceng like a man. He is still focused on riding his bike just listening.

"Terus Aa' doesn't know Kiya. Lakok Aa' was flushed." added Nduk Khafa chuckled

"Baby Kiya?" he scrunched his forehead

"Enggeh Mbak Kiya, grandson of Mbah Yai Imam. Ooh!! Astaghfirullah, Mase dereng. Nduk supe." Nduk Khafa displays his grin, can be seen in the rearview mirror of his motorbike. "Ajenge does not know Mase, Mbak Kiya even wangsul teng hut." Nduk Khafa's face suddenly sad.

"Huh, gek opo to Nduk, I know the goods. Ape dadi mak coblang?" He shook his head, astonished by the behavior of Nduk Khafa.

Feeling the clap on his back, "Ish. kan menawi saget dhamel Mba-in-law, Mase!! Kersane Nduk enten range." grumbled Nduk Khafa

"Isn't he neng ndi ndi kaleh Shahla's mother, Nduk?" Nduk Khafa is indeed a package if it has been juxtaposed with Dek Shahla. So it is no wonder that Dek Shahla is still spoiled, just like Nduk Khafa. They are one server.

"Emange Mase ajenge simah kaleh Mbak Shahla?" the plain question from Nduk Khafa made him speechless. He could not answer firmly. Because everything is still gray at the moment.

"Nduk Mase luwe, stop by nggeh?" ask him to divert the conversation.

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It was near noon, today Ning Bahiyyah was allowed to go home after several days of hospitalization because of the typhoid recurrence. Since receiving taaruf from Gus Salman, his diet has been irregular, sleeping irregularly. It's not all the same anymore. Maybe if seen all seems excessive, but not for him.

Receiving taaruf from Gus Salman, for him the first step towards a new world. The meaning is that he cast a shadow to build a household with his loved ones. Kang Akmal didn't want him, and then Gus Salman came but he didn't want him.

He forgot that today, the day of Santri's return. Gus Nawwaf has also come home, even the one who picked him up this time Gus Nawwaf is not Kang Akmal. Kang Akmal is coming home. Tumben once, usually the day off he does not come home.

From yesterday Ma'am Ameera accompanied him, because Umi there was an event filling the study overnight and Abah could not die pesantren.

Now in the car, he sits next to Gus Nawwaf who is driving and Mbak Ameera who is sitting in the back. He has recovered, but he is only weak.

"Loh kaleh madam Mas? a nginep? continue to hold pripun pas ngunjungi pendajangan?" tanyanya

"Karo arek-arek cottage. Ora knows that nginep does not e. Enek Kang Irsyad zinc ngeterne. But sampean opo ape to Ning? you're e sek koyok ngunu."

"God willing to be healthy Mas. Ning pingin ngunjungi. Geden-geden ndek DS. Zinc in invited zinc stuff again hits-hits e."

Gus Nawwaf chuckled, while stopping the speed of the car because of the traffic lights. "Gede Ning, acarane yo jos jos kabeh."

"Mbak Mer, benjeng kudu look nggeh? ape wangsul mosok? ngunjungi riyen continue to wangsul mboten nopo-nopo."

There was a loud throbbing sound from Ma'am Ameera, "Ngggeh Ning, God willing."

He opened a little car glass, a noise from outside was heard. He could hear laughter from the driver. He looked, as soon as his eyes were round. Slowly he closed the windshield again.

"Kang Akmal!!" he murmured in the heart

His heart pounded hard, it hurt to see the familiarity of two different types of people. Joking around on the bike. He did not expect Kang Akmal's style of dress that was not at all his daily style at the boarding school. And the one in the bonceng, the clasped hands were coiled around Kang Akmal's waist.

What is it, Ning Khafa? Kang Akmal's?

He held back the tears that pushed him out. There was a sense of tightness hitting him. Kang Akmal couldn't have dared to go for a treat if it wasn't his mahrom. Is it possible that someone who will be in Kang Akmal's sermon is Ning Khafa? So it's true, what he heard was that Gus Faaz asked Kang Akmal. This is not just a sermon, more than that, MARRIED?

This is really happening, is it real? No, it's not just a dream, it's a dream. Calm Bahiyyah this is just a dream. Unknowingly her tears were dripping, a small suction came out from her lips.

"Well, nyapo Ning?" Gus Nawwaf tried to turn his back on him. "Nangis nnyapo? enek opo? enek seng loro?"

"Hiks.. Kang Akmal." then faced forward, hiding his face in his palm.

"Huh? Kang Akmal's? nyapo?" He pointed to the left side. Gus Nawwaf approached to see. Movement Gus Nawwaf wants to lower the car glass he stopped. Then he shook weakly.

There was a horn coming from the back of the car. Gus Nawwaf is back in position. His gaze was still ahead seeing Kang Akmal and Ning Khafa already speeding in front.

His tears continued to flow without stopping. It hurts too much to know the facts. Kang Akmal is no longer able to reach him. Already he could not mention in his evening prayer, he could no longer say in his prayers.

Oh Allah... Ihdinaash shiraathal...

*Well, heartbroken for Ning Bahiyyah's umpteenth time.