The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
Basic Sandals

"Badrun, you have dared to come back here again, and now you have dared to show yourself, I will not let you calm down here", furious Fikri.

Ustad Fikri immediately prepared to go to the Mosque, he changed his clothes and when he opened the door, he pegged, it turned out that the sandals were not there.

"Oh.., this habit, there must be someone wearing", grumbled Ustad Fikri, he turned to the left and right of his cowboy room looking for sandals, but he did not find.

"Okay..., where the hell, will be late to come to the mosque if this is the case, who else wears sandals without permission first", grumbled Fikri.

Fikri continued to go back and forth, even into his cowboy room, he searched on each side of the room, but still did not meet.

"When it comes to the Mosque barefoot?, it's the only sandal again", Fikri now turned towards his kobong yard, which was the only one, who knows, there are idiots who hide their sandals in flower pots lined up in the Kobong yard.

But the sandals were not found either.

"Gusti..., where is the sandal.", Ustad Fikri's teeth rattled with anger and annoyance.

When he turned around and looked up at the precarious, it turned out that there was his sandal, Ustad Fikri forgot, earlier during dzuhur, he took a bath and all washed his sandals.

"Astaghfirullah.., that's the sandal, I can forget", Ustad Fikri patted his eel, then immediately took the sandals and put them on, then rushed towards the Mosque.

But because long looking for sandals, Fikri came late to the mosque, as a result now where the imam has filled, Badrun.

"Ah.., because of you, so late right", furious Ustad Fikri, he half slammed his sandals rough while entering the mosque, he stood at the very rear shaf as a masbuk.

During the prayer, Fikri admitted Badrun's reading was good, not inferior to him, even better .

After the prayer, all the santri began to leave the mosque. Outside sounds crowded, the princess santri talk about Badrun, "Finally he came again, who the hell is his name, it looks like he is also a pesantren child, just look later, the reading is good, melodious ", melodious ", smile of a princess.

The chatter of the students could be heard clearly by Fikri who was still sitting in his place earlier.

"Apaan santri kampung, every new person, must like", said Ustad Fikri, he glanced at the princesses who passed away from the mosque.

As well as santri putra, they have started to leave the mosque, they also talk a lot about Badrun.

"Ouch.., same thing, basic new people's fever" Fikri sneered again. He deliberately remained silent in the mosque, he wanted to meet Badrun.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ustad", said Badrun, he stood before Ustad Fikri.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.", said Fikri flatly, he welcomed Badrun's hand.

"Healthy Ustad?", Badrun's smile.

"As you can see, I'm like this, fine, it's just, I still think of Tiara, she hasn't met yet" Fikri said.

"Oh.., if it's Tiara, Ustad doesn't have to worry, he's with Robi now, Tiara is safe, they'll be home soon, wait for safe weather first, there is bad weather, there is bad weather, so flights and cruises are delayed for a while" explained Badrun.

"Oh.., so yes.", said Fikri flat, his heart was hot to hear the news. He really didn't want Tiara to be with Robi there, the two of you.

"Then we go home first Ustad, we want to change to look after Abah's house, who knows Ustad wants to come?", Badrun asked.

"Of course come, not invited nor will I take care of Abah's house, no need to be told", said Fikri.

"Oh..well then, thank you, we wait, we will meet there Ustad, Assalamu'alaikum", said Badrun, he left the Mosque followed by Mang Daman.

"Have dared to organize all that people, very brave, already pretentious to power him, even though he was only Abah's adopted son" grumbled Fikri.

Fikri looked around the mosque, it was quiet, because indeed since Tiara came home, the activities of teaching were carried out in each kobong.

Some of the sons of Santri stood guard around Kobong.

"Oh...., where else are the sandals?", Fikri who was standing, again looking for the existence of his sandals which when he entered earlier he slammed rough, half kicking his sandals in a random direction.

"Hadeuh...., where else are the sandals, if I can chop them all" furious Fikri. He was still pacing in the courtyard of the mosque.

"Ustad what?, looking for what?", Ustad Dzaqi's voice shocked Ustad Fikri.

"Ah...Ustad Dzaqi, this is me again looking for sandals, nothing" said Ustad Fikri.

"Sandal.., if it is not carried away by other students, or there is a wrong use maybe" said Ustad Dzaqi while helping to find.

"What is this Ustad?", Ustad Dzaqi pointed towards the doormat that covered the sandals, which looked only partially.

"Ah...iya...., true this, but where is the partner?", Ustad Fikri took the slippers.

"One more huh?",

They both went back to looking.

"Well.this is it, how can it be here?", Ustad Fikri found his sandal pair right at the mosque's gate.

"Perhaps kicked by the santri Ustad, we've just gone home" Ustad Dzaqi asked.

They both left the mosque, not forgetting to close the gate.

"Ustad said Abah's son?", look at Dzaqi as they walked towards Kobong.

"Who...., Badrun..?", look at Fikri.

"Yes.., who became a priest earlier, good yes, the reading is eloquent", Dzaqi smiled.

"Ah.. mediocre, you can too", said Fikri flatly.

"Already, I went in first, a bit less well" said Fikri , he hurriedly entered the cowboy leaving Dzaqi who was rather surprised to see the behavior of Fikri.

"Iya Ustad, Wa'akaikumsalam", said Dzaqi, he answered his own greetings, because Fikri only went in.

"Ckkckk....., why Ustad Fikri?, why is he so absent-minded, what because of Tiara....., or because of sandals?", Dzaqi smiled. He passed to Abah's house, he who was now the turn to take care there.

"Decoration... Love can indeed make healthy people sick, sane people can be crazy, but not a little, love can make crazy people go back to their right mind, ah, I became dizzy with Ustad", Dzaqi smiled, she spoke to herself while still moving her feet towards Abah's house.

"Basar sandal.".", Fikri half slammed his sandals rough as soon as he closed the door kobong.

"You yes.., if people, I've already kicked, I've been beaten", Fikri is like a madman, angry at the sandals, he already wants to take a knife, but he said, "Fortunately you are the only one, otherwise I have cut you" said Fikri, he put his sandals and knife back into place, then he laid his body on the mattress, while looking at his head which now feels dizzy.