My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 137. Spreadable

A series of orientation periods for new students in the new school year is held that day. Today is the introduction of the organization and unit of student activity in order that students will be able to get to know various intra-campus organizations, both at the level of faculty or university. From there they can also directly enroll in activities outside the lecture hours to get valuable experience in the organization, sharpening talent and interest.

Arsene and friends of the DKM Asy-Syifa LDK have been preparing since the morning to set up their tent and decorate it with photos of activities that have been held in previous years. The strains of sholawat and Islamic songs of struggle are tuned to further create enthusiasm, as well as enliven their activities to recruit new members.

Next to the ikhwan tent, a special akhwat tent has also been standing there. Beautiful ornaments with sweet colors are more dominant in tent decoration. Already emblazoned with photos of activities for LDK Keputrian. Several standing banners featuring the Asy-Syifa DKM LDK profile stood in front of the tent. Some of their members were preparing to spread brochures as well as questionnaires to some passing freshmen. Although different ways of recruiting, but the Brotherhood and the military compact to be able to jointly enlarge the members for the sake of campus preaching that can be widespread.

Arsene was ready with some brochures he brought. The plan he will greet the new students who pass in front of the LDK tent and immediately invite him to chat inside. No different from her husband, Zaara, who wore a black cloak and pink veil, was also standing in front of the tent. They looked at each other and smiled to encourage each other. Because both of them were husband and wife, they were made field coordinators on that day so that communication between the Brotherhood and the press was not constrained.

“Sen, please ask to the press committee, tools for deployment are lacking?” ask Kang Ahmad the Chairman of LDK.

“Oh yes, jerk Kang!” Arsene walked out of his tent to meet his wife who was lucky to be outside.

“Neng Zaara, come back!” yells. Zaara.

“Why Brother?”

“Kata Kang Ahmad, tools for deployment are still lacking in the newspaper?”

“Tadi less souvenirs. But Fitri said later most requested to ikhwan if it really runs out,” explained Zaara.

“Oooh, yes I'll tell you first. So brochures and questionnaires are safe huh?”

Zaara nodded. “OK!”

Arsene returned to the Brotherhood tent and reported what he already knew to the LDK Chairman.

The atmosphere of the main campus stadium field is really crowded since 9 am. New students have arrived from various faculties. The frenetic sound of music was heard from many tents of student organizations. They also do a lot of promotions such as brochure spreads, leaflets, or stickers. Many new students are confused because the campus organization is very much, so most of them walk around the stadium to look first.

Arsene stood in the street with a smile, spreading the brochure in his hand to the male students. He also deliberately intercepted them to invite him to chat in order to introduce the LDK. Not a few female students who also came to him, to ask LDK.

“Ra, your husband is a magnet! Duh, baba-maba know aja cute!” terry also became a committee.

“Let's let's go, same ntar he was brought here too!” said Zaara while spreading leaflets.

“You're not worried?” ask Terry.

“Ya how else. That's not what he wants either. Sometimes jealous too if see him getting famous.”

“Patiently yes Ra!”

True, said Zaara, Arsene directed female students who want to join the LDK of Children to the committee of the press. Zaara and Terry warmly welcomed her and invited her to fill out a questionnaire inside the tent. The committee just hope that students who apply here have the right intentions. Although for example, it was bent at the beginning, it was their job to straighten it out when the study activity had begun.

Adzan dzuhur. The organizers took turns to stand guard and some went to the mosque. Arsene had already gone to the mosque with his LDK friends, while Zaara was still in the tent.

“Ra, you go to the mosque first. Let the coordination be easy because after this we will calculate the remaining tools!” said Fitri, Chief of the Children.

“Oh Yes Fit! My husband went to the mosque?”

“Iya I saw already went with Kang Ahmad.”

“OK!”

Zaara invites her best friends Terry and Hana to come with her. While others stand guard and keep spreading brochures.

The atmosphere of the campus mosque is very crowded at the dzuhur prayer hour. Even the ablution of female worshippers is very full, making Zaara and her two best friends queue up.

The phone in Zaara's pocket vibrated while waiting in line. Zaara had to lift it, it was from Arsene.

“Where?” ask Arsene.

“I want wudhu again. Where's brother?”

“Newly finished praying. Want to eat together?”

“Whatever, I'm still in line. If you want to go first!” said Zaara. That day they did not bring lunch boxes because they had to coordinate from morning to prepare for today.

“Yes, I'll call again. I'm in the tent again huh?”

“Iya.”

The scorching afternoon sun burned the skin, making the pair of eyes of the people walking in the middle of the roomy frowned in glare. They make the brochures obtained as heat protectors. Sweaty sweat, makes the skin shiny like oil.

Zaara and some of the Children have returned from the mosque. The hunger approached the empty stomach.

“We are here until what time, Fit?” ask Hana to Fitri.

“Until 15.00 if you see on the timeline. Have you guys had lunch?” ask the 5th semester.

“No, laper nih!” terry rubbed his stomach.

“Yes eat first!”

“Horeee, yuk, Ra!”

“However I asked Arsene first.” Zaara returned out of the tent filled with freshmen who were filling out questionnaires.

Zaara looked awkward to greet the ikhwan who was standing guard outside. Arsene is not there, maybe inside. Angga who is also his SMA friend fortunately is there. He knew that man well enough.

“Angga! There's Arsene in the gak?” ask Zaara.

“Arsene? Ooh, it was to the back canteen of the same mosque Adit, Ra!”

“Oh yes, syukron!”

Zaara invites Terry and Hana to stop by the cafeteria located behind the campus mosque. The atmosphere in the mosque is still crowded, it is certain that in the canteen will be crowded. Sure enough, the tables in the cafeteria were already very full.

“Where? Want to buy bread?” tanya Hana saw the crowd in there.

“Ya already yuk!” Zaara and Terry agree.

Finally they only buy some heavy snacks and drinks to prop up their empty stomachs for a few minutes. Zaara also did not find her husband there. Then they came out through another door. The three decided to eat what had been purchased under the thick trees. There was a high-intentioned voice talking not far from them sitting. From his voice it was clear that the owner of the voice was emotional. The three of them became curious. There stood clearly, Adit, Kang Ahmad, and also Arsene.

“You have said the place is not in the stadium, but near the mosque. How do you know ngeyel?!” said a man in an alma mater.

“But we got a license from the PMB committee last week, Kang!” terang Ahmad's.

“Panitia today is not PMB, but Pansus. You guys have the mail yet?”

“We already have permission from Kang Rashid yesterday, he said if you want to make a stand to make it rich last year,” continued Ahmad.

Ahmad shakes. “I think the same as last year. It's also half a day, Kang! We are official LDK under the direct rectorate, we are not an extra campus institution that needs complicated licensing. Moreover, this is for the sake of Islamic da'wah shiar on campus, difficult times like this?” bela Ahmad's.

“Tetep only you need official licensing from the committee that is on guard. If I don't pass by, the committee that still stinks fast it doesn't dare your country. Didn't Rashid tell you your place in the mosque?”

“No notice at all, Kang!”

The man in the alma mater was seen snorting in annoyance.

“Just clear your tent! I do not want any organization that does not have a license to distribute brochures there.”

“But Kang, it's only 2 hours and a half away. Is there absolutely no compensation?” arsene protests.

“Peduli. You guys are not following procedures!”

“Not disobeying procedure. But Kang Rashid himself allowed us to set up the tent inside the stadium, just that there was no letter because he didn't say!”

“I don't want to know! Anyway LDK tent must be cleaned up now! Stadium area must be sterile from your committee!”

“Astaghfirullah! We're both Kang's college organization! Moreover, this is for Islamic preaching, new students also need religious supplies here!” bela Ahmad again.

“They can run to the mosque if need!” jolt the man.

“Astaghfirullah.”

“This campus is diverse, Kang! You have no right to separate the mosque and the LDK from the new students. There is no rule also from the rectorate that prohibits LDK from recruiting or distributing brochures.”

“Quick clean your tent! Otherwise, next year don't expect you to have another place here!” the man in the alma mater threatened, then left from the three brothers who looked at him sharply.

“Astaghfirullah. How's this going, Kang?” ask Arsene.

“Ya already, rather than being more complicated, not good also for the future. We give up. It's not our fault either. The Special Committee is not clear about licensing. I will confirm again with Kang Rashid regarding this matter. Now we just go back to the tent and explain to all the organizers there,” explained Ahmad.

The three hijab-wearing women who had become spectators were also anxious. The heavy snack in their hands was over. They quickly threw out the trash and returned to the tent.

Ahmad as Chairman of the LDK gathered other members for an impromptu meeting. He also instructed the head of the children and the coordinator of the field to take part in the meeting held inside the Brotherhood tent. Finally Ahmad decided that the members of the LDK and the children who were there to clear the tent and continue recruitment that day in the mosque environment only until Ashar arrived.

Students passing in front of their tents so wonder why LDK has cleared up, while other SMEs are still standby in the stadium. They only held mats and tables in the mosque which is now quiet, although there are still some new students coming to pray. They did not waste the opportunity to spread the brochure and asked to fill out a questionnaire until the ashar adhan reverberated.

After Maghrib, Arsene and Zaara return to their apartment. Feeling tired and tired their bodies full day trying to spread brochures to recruit new members to study Islam together on campus. Arsene threw her body on the couch.

“Mandi first, Brother!” zaara gave her husband some drinking water.

“Let's be back.” Arsene sipped his fresh warm water.

“Huff, just this time I was expelled rich that way! Even though we just do not have a permit, it is also because of misunderstanding, and the remaining time is two hours more. We are not some kind of organization. It is clear that we are a campus missionary institution, which directly umbrella it under the rectorate. Different from other SMEs that are limited to the faculty.” Zaara complained beside her husband.

“Year yesterday is not that?” ask Arsene.

“No, be all right! The PMB committee is now rich in having the same hurt feeling as DKM, because we have candidates to advance to the presma. Rarely, LDK children participate in presma. Even though this is campus politics, how can it be all that bad?! Moreover, already the politics of the country, wuih can be a part of it for the sake of seats!” Zaara snorted in annoyance.

“Yah could be anyway. Supporters of candidates from LDK children quite a lot, although eventually lost. Maybe they want to bluff, because we still have other candidates to advance this year,” said Arsene.

“Iya right. But that is, secularism makes them alienate mosques and religions from other life. The rich campus does not need a mosque. Who needs to find a mosque. Hmm... later in the afterlife know the taste of loh, finding intercession will be difficult because it does not defend the mosque and the religion of Allah!” Zaara seemed to have been very upset by what had happened today.

“Propay, Dear!” Arsene stroked his wife's head.

“Kesel anyway! Use the snapping event again!”

“You saw earlier?” ask Arsene.

“Yes, I'm new from the cafeteria too. Sit down first, let's watch you!”

“Yes Allah. How are you guys?”

“It feels like throwing a bottle at the senior who just finished!”

“Astaghfirullah, patience, dear! It's an ordeal for LDK kids. Outside, preaching is getting harder. The campus is a reflection of a country. So it won't be much different. The Prophet saw.ja dakwahnya reviled, let alone us who are nothing. We must be patient, we must not be emotional even though we are on the right side. Because Islam is fitrah, people will definitely pick up when his heart is open.”

Zaara sighed and took a stand.

“Yes you are right.” Zaara rested her head on her husband's chest.

“So now what?” ask Arsene suddenly.

“What?” zaara asked not to understand.

“Mandi?”

“Iya, go first there! I want to prepare dinner.”

“Bareng!” arsene said with his face flat.

“Iya later eat together!”

“Mandanya!”

“Ish, don't want ah! I'm males!”

“Eh, reward you! Want reward?” plays her eyes.

“Abang mah!” Zaara patted her husband's chest.

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