MU'ADZ
TWENTY FOUR

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All groups get into the car that has been provided. With lethargic steps, Ning Bahiyyah accompanied Ameera was in one car with Gus Nawwaf and Gus Salman.

The mood is bad today because of yesterday's incident, seeing Kang Akmal who had a romance on the bike, and added with the arrival of Gus Salman. Not that they don't like it, but just shy and uncomfortable. He felt unworthy to be with Gus Salman while his heart was still owned by others. So even now he has not received the sermon from Gus Salman.

"Kulo kiro njenengan nginep Gus!!"

Gus Salman's voice broke the silence in the car. He only heard, his gaze still pointing to the car window.

Gus Nawwaf chuckled softly, "In ken wangsul kaleh Abah. Kersane njenengan mboten kiambak."

Indeed, his brother was originally going to stay at DS, but was told to go home by Abah.

Gus Salman also chuckled, "Jatukno kulo direct mriko mawon. Wau dhalu rame, Gus?"

He glanced in the upper rearview mirror, seeing his brother was still focused on staring at the streets.

"Suggeh Gus, MashaAllah!! seng attended niku lo ewonnan. Mboten saget shadowne cranks general studies e."

Gus Salman chuckled. "KH. Anwar Zahid? Oh, what, Kang Akmal wau dhalu enten mboten Gus?"

Hearing the name, both of his eyes immediately glanced towards Gus Salman. There was a stream of electricity hitting his heart.

"Emm, ngggeh Gus. Even with Ning Khafa."

He stared at the front view, his two neutrals were berirobok for a while with Gus Nawwaf. Then he turned his face outward. She was unable to listen to the conversation of her brother with Gus Salman. It feels like just going out, sitting in the other car with Abah and Umi.

"Oh, Ning Khafa." There was a murmur from Gus Salman that he still heard.

"Kulo mboten ngertos, Kang Akmal niku simah kaleh Ning Khafa nopo mboten. Wau dhalu, fitting kaleh kulo coffee pod, Kang Akmal on Ning Khafa follow. Crane sepert kulo tangkleti, but wes pamit dik." Gus Nawwaf chuckled at the end of his speech.

Gus Salman just chuckled. "Kang Akmal sampun ngertos chaps mahrom Gus."

Hearing Gus Salman's words, suddenly a quiet atmosphere ambushed, no more conversation. He glanced at his brother who focused on the streets and turned to Gus Salman who was fiddling with his salary.

"Mama!!" his voice was soft as his hand touched Ameera's thigh slowly.

"Eh, dalem Ning's. Pripun?"

"Mboten nopo-nopo, why mendel mawon? teng nopo?"

He asked not immediately. Since Ameera returned home, Ameera suddenly became quiet. Ameera came home because her grandfather was sick. It's possible that Ameera kept thinking with her Grandpa.

Seeing that, he felt guilty for forcing Ameera to accompany him to Haul Mbah Yai Ibrahim.

"Mpoten nopo - nopo Ning." Ameera answered with a genuine smile.

"Ngapunten ngggeh, kanken directly wangsul nopo mbenjeng?" tanyanya still with a soft voice.

"Cranks sonten knee, insyaallah crank Ning. Lek mboten ngggeh mbenjeng mawon." Hearing Ameera's reply, he just nodded.

"Mak Ameera ajenge wangsul?"

His brother who was still driving the car suddenly replied.

"God, Gus."

"Lek kesoren mending benjeng injing ae Mbak."

"Bis and entene sonten Gus."

"Nopo is not terne Ma'am?"

Her brother was still talking to Ameera. Not not not knowing, this brother is interested in Ameera. He was just beginning to realize when his brother often came home. If Abah did not rebuke him yesterday, his brother is still back and forth between the house and the boarding house.

"Mode!!" chirps

"Hush!!"

He chuckled, "Ampun purun Mbak, padhuk e Mas Nawwaf ki."

"Ning!!" gus Nawwaf's

"Oh, ngoten to Gus. Direct gas ne mawon Gus." Gus Salman also teased his brother.

"Hush, diem. Kan sopo ngerti gelem, keep going." replied Gus Nawwaf who got cheers from him.

"Huu. pajar e jewis purun Mbak. Mas Nawwaf mode."

"You guys are nopone Gus?" Gus Salman continues to tease Gus Nawwaf.

"Hush, mpun, mpun Gus. Niki lo."

Hearing Gus Nawwaf's words, he turned to the outside of the car glass. Sure enough, it does not feel the car has stopped and is in the parking lot.

Crowded

That defines the present situation. The average person wears white clothes. Haul like this, many who come not from the community but from other pesantren also attended.

Even now that he saw, many large buses, whose windshields contained the inscription of the group from where.

Get out of the car, approach the car that was riding Abah and Umi. He took Ameera by his side.

"Directly to TKP nopo teng ndalem riyen Bah?" Gus Nawwaf asked Abah.

Abah and Umi who were in front with Pak Lek and Bu Lek. He and Ameera were behind him.

From the parking lot, you have to walk first. Around the meter limaratus. Accompanied by the two kamtib who stood guard earlier.

Almost to the venue, two kamtib had already said goodbye and replaced with santri who served as the receptionist.

Under the tent, which has been provided long sofas. He has already memorized, because every haul here is reserved specifically for women dzuriyyah, santri, and general.

From here, he can see the stage and place of the male dzuriyyah because his tent is on the left side while for the male dzuriyyah is on the right. Then in front of the stage which is divided in two between the tent of the prince and the princess.

The show has not started yet, there are many dzuriyyah-dzuriyyah that are still arriving. The net is looking towards the front. In the male dzuriyyah tent. Many people stood in line to kiss hands.

Even though it was a long distance away, he could still see clearly. Because what has just been present is ahlul bait pesantren.

He accidentally caught a strange man. Both of his eyes narrowed, as if enlarging his vision.

That man who is none other than Kang Akmal who is held by Gus Faaz. He became convinced, if indeed Kang Akmal had become part of the dzuriyyah Darussholah.

Knowing the facts he had just seen, made him even more sick. Amongst the worries of his heart, accepting or rejecting the facts.

The turmoil in his heart did not make him realize that the event had already taken place. But when his hearing caught a name called. He looked up to look up on stage there. He also saw on the front row sofa already filled with temple ahlul.

Baby blue colored gems with matching veils. Paras ayu nan sweet, making anyone who saw a few seconds will be amazed. There, He with the Qur'an in hand, looked graceful. He Ning Khafa Yamaniyyah Shiddiq.

Hearing the recitation of the holy verses of the Qur'an, he was increasingly swept away. Between him he enjoys the beauty of the melodious strains of qiro'ah or is washed away with his sense of insecure.

No wonder Ning Luna's soft voice dropped to Her daughter-Ning Khafa.

It was only fitting that Kang Akmal would prefer Ning Khafa over him who had no skills at all.

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Assalamualaikum!!

From the beginning of my story I came to this story. Which do you think is interesting?

But before that, in the story Sepengah of Angan is indeed the way of writing is still ambiguous. Please understand because it is still first.

And the more here, God willing, there have been many changes. Alhamdulillahot.