Not Nackal, Nurul!
Thabib Beautiful Children Pesantren

“Auudzubillahiminassyaitoonirrojim There was a sweet voice of a girl at the end of the morning, faint-sayup.  “Hiks... Hiks.. Mama, Mita wants to go home.”  From behind the walls of the room was heard slowly the whining sound of the other girl.  The girl who read the holy book stopped her activities.  He was silent, confirming back what he had just heard.

Shortly after, someone knocked on the door of his room.  “Nurul, it's Mita..” said another hooded girl in front of the newly opened door.  Then the girl who was called as Nurul immediately came to the whining voice with her friends.

“Why are you, Mita?” tanyakanya.  Mita's roommate immediately whispered Nurul continued with a nod from Nurul.  “This is the first time?” ask Nurul.  Then, the question was answered with a nod.

Unbearable with the grimacing expression of his junior, Nurul immediately approached a hot water flask on the table in the room.  He shook it to make sure the flask was filled.  “Tiny towel! Small towel!” nurul said to Mita's roommate while pouring the contents of the flask into a bowl not far away.  His friend met Nurul's request.

“You helped compress Mita's stomach, huh?  I want to go to the kitchen first,” said Nurul in a hurry.  Not long after, Nurul came back with a cup of herbal medicine.  He gave it to Mita.  “Quick spend still warm.  Do not feel, immediately sip aja,” said Nurul.

“Pleh! Bitter, Brother,” said Mita.  “I've told you not to feel,” said Nurul firmly.  Moments after Mita gulped down the herbs then her face changed.  He returned and felt relieved.  “De remmah, Mit?  Already improved?” ask Mita's roommate.  “Already, Brother.  Sakaklangkong, Nurul.  Thank you,” said Mita who turned her eyes to Nurul.  “You don't need to think weird, huh?  All women experience this.  Everything will be fine,” said Nurul while rubbing Mita's feet.

“But I don't think, Rul.  Already the age of this new menstruation now?” said another friend.  “Sst... I told you not to think strangely.  Every woman has time.  Fifteen years old too.  Different year two years it is still normal,” said Nurul.  “So I ga why-why Kak?” said Mita.  Nurul nodded with a smile answering that question.  “Alhamdulillah..It is fortunate that we are here, Nurul.  Thabib is the most accurate that can always be copied,” said his other friend.

It was Nurul.  The best students in Pesantren Darul Ulum, Pamekasan, Madura.  In addition to being kind, beautiful and smart, Nurul is also famous for his expertise in herbal medicine as an alternative treatment effort for people around.  He learned it from his late grandmother and then supplemented with Thabibun Nabawi courses outside the pesantren.  Nurul is a doctor for the santriwati.

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Time passed too.  One afternoon on the ceremonial field, the santriwati marched.  A female teacher was grumbling with great fiery fury, as if beating the heat of the sun that was shining almost in the direction of the upright crown.  The other female teachers seemed to be accompanying and were a bit of a word reinforcing the keynote speaker.  

“You are not taking advantage of time by studying, muroja’ah memorization and others, this is even reading books like this.  ‘Cold Love Malam’, ‘Spring Sense and Suspicion’, ‘My Chairman Osis’.  What is this?” said the teacher then threw the books he had originally lifted up high.

Almost all of the santriwati who lined up held their gloomy faces.  Not infrequently also whose eyes glazed and then shed tears.  Before their eyes they saw the flames devouring their books.

“Reportnah, Sorry, Ustadzah.  I'm allowed to ask.  Is this not so redundant, Ustadzah?  Maybe if these books are donated or sold again can be better,” said Nurul who advanced out of line.  “Did you donate and then read the other girls so that your zina liver disease moves to them?  Sold?  Then you use the illegal income?” protest the teacher.

“But, Ustadzah.. “ said Nurul.  Seeing Nurul dare to speak in front, the ranks of the santriwati were no longer neat.  They hugged each other, showed sadness and some were crouching over their crying faces.

“Nurul!  You are a model santriwati here.  Don't you understand the chaos that's going on here?  Young women prefer to spend time with entertainment that inserts liberal thoughts!  They preoccupy themselves with the opposite sex that is not mahram!  Dating, adultery, then zina mata, then forget the role as a prospective builder generation.  Prospective mother!  More and more women are abandoning the family only for the sake of personal passions with liberal principles.  Moreover, intend to educate the next generation, science also does not have.  You hear that, Nurul?  Also you are all here!” said the teacher.

Another female teacher led Nurul away from the fierce teacher.  He persuaded Nurul gently so that Nurul would stop his speech.  Even so the fierce teacher, there were other teachers who tried to calm him down.

On another occasion, in a room of the chairman of the foundation, Nurul sat with several teachers and the chairman of the foundation.  “Nurul just doesn't agree with Ustadzah Zia's way, Dad!  In the days of the Prophet, shallahu alaihi wassalam, women had the right to have an opinion.  So why aren't the books well talked about first?  Not the origin of such fires,” protest Nurul.

Thus was Nurul bint Arif.  She is a smart girl with critical thinking.  He always had a reason to argue in a proper way.  During this time in the pesantren environment always emphasizes behavioral education, morals, but Nurul felt educated with authoritarian.  According to him, there is a better way than just being authoritarian to produce good manners, good manners, for santriwati.

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Nurul's intelligence and character allow him to attend events outside the area.  The event that made him represent the foundation in the santriwati award.  One night, Nurul and his friend had just attended the Tahfidz Quran award ceremony in the opposite city, Jember City.   “Duh, where the hell is our invitation?” luh Nurul's friend.  “Sabar... Not that the driver has called if late pick up?” nurul.  “Iya, but what time is it, Nurul?” continued friend Nurul.  

Someone from inside the building approached them. “The pick has not come yet?” tanyakanya.  “Not yet, Ustadz,” replied Nurul.  Suddenly a black luxury MPV came and stopped not far from the door where Nurul and others were waiting.  “Eh, instead of that our invitation, huh?” said Nurul's friend.  “Aalhamdulillah's. YESAA, USTADZ.Then I enter first.  I was there a need inside,” saying goodbye to the man who came to Nurul and his friend.

Without waiting for long, Nurul's friend pulled Nurul's hand and opened the car door.  “Eh, wait! Waita!  I peed kebelet.  Tell the driver to wait for a moment ya!” said Nurul's friend who just left him.  “Haduu.. Ngapa even dumbfounded?” complains of the motorist whose face is partially covered in the hat.

“It, my friend, Mas.  He...” said Nurul.  “Log in!” said the car driver.  Nurul entered while grumbling in his heart.  “Kok door not closed?” protest the man.  BRUUUK.  KLEEK..The door is locked automatically.

“Loh, really..” Nurul confused.  “Cua males yes make your friend wait it!  The cave is tired even gini still be told to pick you up!” protest the man.  The aroma of alcoholic beverages increasingly stings in Nurul's nose.  At the beginning the tone of voice of this man was similar to the driver of Nurul's friend, but after he opened his hat was clear this man was not the driver in question.  This man is so young, handsome and sturdy.

The young man immediately drove his car just like that regardless of Nurul's words.  Nurul forced open the door in panic and thought he had just been involved in a kidnapping.  Until the quiet road on the edge of the forest the young man stopped the speed of his car.  The door was not successfully opened by Nurul because it was locked automatically with the control button on the young man's side.

Nurul and the young man clashed.  Nurul realized for a long time that his quarrel would not succeed in getting him out of this situation.  This young man was under the influence of alcoholic beverages.  He had picked up the wrong person and Nurul had wrongly boarded the vehicle.

Silence was between them.  The young man's rant was no longer responded to by Nurul.  He was confused and could only pray in his heart to find a way out.  The young man's wild eyes wandered into Nurul's body.  “Tumben cousin si Pur jilbapan?” said the young man.  “Udah I said, I'm not the person you mean!” nurul protest slowly.  

The young man's hand suddenly felt Nurul's arm.Nurul immediately dodged it and brushed it off.  “Know the hell, you are actually beautiful loh?” said the young man.  Nurul's scared.  He could smell the dirty thoughts of the young man.  “If you dare to mess around, I will shout!” threaten Nurul with a very depressed mind.  He no longer knows what to do. Although Nurul's threat was so shallow, but he still said it.  In a quiet and dark place like this who would approach them?  The car is in full cover.  The sound of screaming will be held in it.