ONE THIRD OF NIGHT
GUS SHAKA SON OF ATHALLA BIN KYAI ARSHA ATHALLA

...-HAPPY READING-...

...The life of this world is short, so return to God before you truly return to God...

This morning, Abyan got word that one of his colleagues, or his friend was ... Died already.

Now that they are all ready to serve, Abyan and Zara will set off first by car, and Nayra is assigned to pick up Nayla who is in judicium.

After arriving at campus, Nayra first checked the online status on WhatsApp Nayla. And it turns out online.

"Assalamualaikum, why Ra?"

"Wa'alaikumussalam, I'll pick you up. Cepet huh?"

"Tumben—HAHA ... Okay, I'm out again."

Nayra disconnected, sent an SMS to her father, asking for his address.

Nayra was unconscious when her sister was at her side. His self is thinking where is Pondok pesantren al-jannah?

"Beautiful junction, al-jannah boarding school ... That's Where the hell?" Gerrutu Nayra quietly.

Nayla listened to Nayra's grunts, not wrong, right? he's wearing a seat belt. "What?"

"Astaghfirullah azim." Nayra said in shock.

"HAHA ... What the hell? That was a shock! why pick-up? I didn't ask to be picked up, did I?"

However, Nayra still realized her surprise before answering. "Can you say hello first? Muslims, right?"

Nayla turned her eyeballs around, and the car immediately started walking, leaving the campus grounds.

Back, they fell silent again as the car went smoothly. However, Nayla did not think, this car runs at a speed above average, high.

"Hunt really, like?"

Nayra has not yet swept, she is still focused on seeing Google maps plastered on the front blogger dashboard. "Where the hell is this?"

"Where are you going, this?"

The direction of the road is not to go home and not to caffe. Where is Nayra hunting?

"Father's victory is dead."

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi Raji'un ... Who?"

Nayra rolled her eyeballs back. "Yes, dad! If there's no work, help me?"

"Help what?"

Nayra shows a dashboard featuring Google maps with a chin. "Where else is this? I can see Google maps."

Nayla also noticed the direction of the road that is being assisted by Google. "Not wrong?"

"Yes, no." Nayra replied with a focus on the streets.

"I just got here."

Nayra watched Nayla who was smiling. "Say dong! Not tired, am I going to be? Where else is this?"

"HAHA ... Where's my fault, try it?" Nayla looked back at the road. "That's ahead, turn it back. It's a long distance."

...•••...

Along the road to the boarding school, it was filled with pedestrians. So many people want to be broken. And don't ask how dense it is inside.

The santriwan and santriwati help each other help the outside needs, there are many tents installed outside. All the guests of the elderly santri also joined, the village was no less crowded.

When Nayla and Nayra set foot in front of the pesantren, they were made to creep. Not about the place, but the two of them are misfocused on their cohesiveness and also their faith.

When they both want to enter, they are blocked by one of the uztazah that Nayla knows, well yesterday Kanaya had told.

And Nayla's not sure for now. Who died?

"Sorry mbak ... The mother can wait here first. About her in full." The uztazah.

They just nodded grimacingly, then the two of them were brought under the tent, with chairs that had been arranged.

"Sir's family's deceased, huh?"

Nayla shakes. "No, uztazah."

"Who? It was said that there were two twin girls, who came here told to wait under the tent first here, said the family."

Both of them shook compactly. Well, it's not family, is it?

The Uztazah sat down to join them, there were so many people here. "Who is dead, who is uztazah?"

Feyla stared at her second weirdo. Do they know who died? What if they are not family? Lah? I got the wrong guy.

Before answering, feyla smiled kindly. "The owner of this boarding house, mbak."

Both are small nods.

"Kyai," said Feyla. "Kyai is the owner of the pesantren that is respected by all who are here. But, even so kyai it's a change of person, so many who like. Especially the people of the village, the villagers call her 'abi and at a great joy that Abi who taught."

Nayla and Nayra smiled, the two of them had not met the figure. But, they can already take the point, and hopefully the owner of this boarding school will be accepted here by God.

Amens...

"But, we're all on the same note as his son?"

Both are confused. "Why, uztazah? Kanaya?"

"Not her ning Kanaya, her first child ... Just yesterday nyampe, when you know the information earlier, directly here—"

"—Uztazah feyla," Cut someone from the back while smiling and swinging his hand.

Feyla was sensitive to it, she replied with a slight nod and immediately left. "I'm saying yes, mbaknya?"

Nayla and Nayra noticed both of them and nodded in understanding. "No papa" answered the second.

"What a wonder?"

Nayla's attentions moved towards her sister. "Curious? Wonder why?"

Both of them looked around, where there was a name and bin later.

Be met.

...Kyai arsha...

...Bin's...

...Kyai Ibn abbas...

"Athalla?"

...•••...

"Mass?"

Attention of a man sitting daydreaming, distracted back. There's a pretty girl there. Before answering, he took the time to smile.

"Yes?" Answer her gently.

The girl approached the 'gold called her, sitting next to her who had no reason.

"Dirty look, Ra." Her speech is soft.

"No papa, really." Answer it while smiling.

The two of her speechless, the girl noticed her older sister whom she called 'mas. "Mass?"

The man turned his eyes back to the beautiful girl. "Yes?" And answered gently again.

"Mas, okay?"

Shaka was silent for a moment and smiled widely. "OK, really."

"Wouldn't you like nemenin, umma?"

"Why now umma?"

"In the room."

Shaka nodded small. "You went to the room too? Rest. Tired, right? Out at the tomb?"

His sister nodded back. "I'm going first, huh, mas?" Humaira's words passed.

Shaka took a deep breath before getting up from his sitting. Her parents' room is in front, and her self must meet some relatives first can just enter the room.

But apparently not. When Shaka set foot in the living room, people were outside. It was very crowded, and Shaka smiled with relief at it.

Shaka opened the door slowly, where his umma was watching the photo of the Abba. "mma? Did you go in?"

The summoned umma raised his head, then smiled. And don't forget to wipe the tears out.

"here." Umma patted the mattress beside her.

Before that, shaka closed the room door first. Then smiled as the mother told her to sit next to him.

"Umma."

Shaka takes ameera's hand, kisses her ... Very long. Until Ameera sensed there was something in her hands, tears.

"Why cry?" Ameera asked full of gentleness.

Shaka, from earlier held back from tears, held back from crying in front of his sister, not to make her sad. However, when in front of Ameera, Shaka could not, he immediately cried.

Ameera. "Not papa." Said Ameera slowly, he rubbed the child's back, shaka has not yet let go of his hand to kiss.

"Abba, definitely ... Disappointed, umma? ... How's it?"

Shaka hiccups.

Ameera had not seen the child cry for a long time, let alone a hiccup. He smiled, trying to strengthen, even though he was not strong.

"Who said? Precisely umma want to say, umma proud the same mas."

Ameera wakes up Shaka's back, patting both of his children's strapping shoulders. Shaka was already very puffy now, his eyes and nose were reddened from crying.

"Mas, same deck Naya ... It is a gift from God to the same umma, Abba."

Ameera smiled with tears flowing.

"You don't go anymore, do you?"

Shaka held back from sobbing. "Sorry, umma."

"Surely be." Ameera's speech melted the atmosphere.

Shaka hugged the mother, he must be strong, he is now the head of the family here. And he can be here now, just because of his parents.

"Abba no nitip message, same umma." Without letting go of a hug, Ameera continued her statement.

"Abba pingin you who nerusin this boarding school, Abba pingin you who became the owner of the boarding school. You want to, right?"

Shaka had thought about this first. Gradually, sooner or later, he will continue this pesantren. Who else is it? And ready or not he has to stay ready for this.

"Of course umma, I would."

Ameera smiled with relief.

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...-TO BE CONTINUED-...

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