The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
Sok in power

"What..?, who is the prisoner?", Ustad Fadil approached, he heard a commotion on the front porch of Abah's house.

Ustad Fikri was stunned, he did not expect the sudden presence of Ustad Fadil.

"It's Ustad, he says here there's a narapida, is it true?", look at the santri.

Ustad Fadil rounded his eyelids towards Ustad Fikri, "Ah..Most also just joking, do not be ignored, now you just go back to Kobong, prepare!, there will be a study schedule with Ustad Dzaqi, there is also a schedule of study with Kobong, let me continue this" said Ustad Fadil.

"Oh.., but this is a little more Ustad, responsibility",

"Hurry up, come on, here's the broom, let me finish" Ustad Fadil grabbed the broom from santri's hand.

"Then, thank you Ustad, I say goodbye, Assalamu'akaikum", the santri passed from before Ustad Fikri and Ustad Fadil.

Ustad Fadil then took over the santri's duties, he is now sweeping the front porch of Abah's house.

"You're why, you talk about all inmates, surely this has something to do with Badrun?, be careful you know..., this is the secret of the Cottage, just enough of our generation knows, they don't need to" Ustad Fadil said.

"I've been upset, ever since he came here, he's so power-mad, he's always been, in the Masjid, in Abah's house, even today Abah is going home anyway, I don't know, I don't know, though I am the prospective son-in-law, the prospective leader of this cottage", grumbled Ustad Fikri.

"Yes.., it is only natural that Badrun is Abah's adopted son, at this time he is more entitled, he is more authorized" said Ustad Fadil.

Ustad Fikri glanced at Ustad Fadil, "Whose friend are you?, why would the pervert rather than me",

"Ustad Badrun, he's one generation with us right", ralat Ustad Fadil.

"Ustad?, Ustad what, Ustad pervert?", sewot Fikri.

"Astaghfirullah.., he has made amends for almost five years, he is also human, there is nothing wrong, not just because he was imprisoned, we so discriminate against him, he said, he could be innocent right?, as far as I know the case is not finished, because the victim just disappeared", said Ustad Fadil.

Ustad Fikri gasped at the words of his friend, apparently he still remembered the event clearly.

"For a long time you are a bitch too, from earlier he continued, when you were hard happy for long with me, when hungry, when you have no money, complaining is always the same as me ", gerutu Ustad Fikri's.

"Hus.., I was just reminding you, if Abah until he knew this problem spread to the new students, we could run out, maybe our cottage name will be polluted, so that the name of our cottage will be polluted, can be deserted enthusiasts, right?, even though Abah pioneered this cottage from zero ", right ",

"Already, do not discuss the problem here, it's the secret of our generation, let alone Abah just recovered, we must carefully maintain the health of Abah, Abah, don't let Abah's mind be distracted by things like this",

"Hadeuh.., you're such a drag, it's ah, I want to look inside first", Ustad Fikri resentfully passed from before Ustad Fadil, he walked inside.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ustad, Alhamdulillah is here, Abah wants to go home today", said Badrun as soon as he met Fikri in the family room of Abah's house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, do you know, how everything is done right?, Abah's room is clean?, the house is also, do not forget on the mop, and it's food how is it ready?", Ustad Fikri went around all the rooms in Abah's house. He was like the owner of his house, he was like a foreman pointing here, telling this, telling that, to the santri who was still in Abah's house.

"Already.., everything is ready, food has also come, Bu Arimbi sent it here", said Badrun, he pointed towards the dining table that looks full of various foods, there are also four bottled mineral water cans arranged near the TV table.

"Oh.., it's done yes, good then, we just wait for Abah to come", Fikri passed back to the front porch. At a glance he glanced towards Nyimas who was preparing the dishes on the dining table.

There was a sound of a car horn in the front yard. It turns out Mr. Robani's car has arrived.

Mr. Robani got out of his car, he immediately opened the car door for Abah and Umi.

Robani quickly took a wheelchair for Abah.

"Well, this will help Abah, so as not to be too cape to walk, if it is recovered, can walk again", smile Mr. Robani, smile, he helped Abah to sit on the wheelchair.

"Assalamu'akaikum Abah", Ustad Fikri immediately approached.

"Let me just bring Abah in", Fikri immediately took over Abah's wheelchair that was originally wanted to be pushed by Mr. Robani.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Ustad, how is it okay here right?", look at Abah.

"Alhamdulillah, all good Abah, do not talk this much, we just go in first, all rest", asked Fikri, he just immediately brought Abah in, ahead of Mr. Robani and Bu Arimbi.

"That's Marisa's sister?", asked Mr. Robani.

"Yes, she, it's Ustad Fikri, Tiara's future husband", explains Ms. Arimbi.

"Ooh..., he isFikri?", muttered Mr. Robani.

'What might he be told by Aleks and Joko, the case is nice, smooth, but the software, a lot of minus', thought Mr. Robani. He spoke in his heart as he followed Ustad Fikri towards home.

"Alhamdulillah... Abah is happy to be back here again, how santri children, no problem is the same all of them?", asked Abah as soon as he got inside.

"Alhamdulillah here everything is fine, Abah does not have to think about it first, just focus healthy first Abah, here there is us", said Ustad Fadil as he approached Abah and shook hands with him.

"Yes right, let me handle the business in Pondok, Abah just rest to recover quickly, and healthy", Ustad Fikri chimed.

"Yes...Abah believe in you", Abah smiled.

Abah's gaze was locked on Badrun who was standing right next to Mr. Robani.

"You..., what are you doing here?", look at Abah towards Badrun.

Badrun was silent, he did not know what to answer.

"Euh...Abah, he is now working with me, he is my driver Abah, from yesterday I told him to come here", said Mr. Robani .

"Oh..., why is there no one else?, why should he?",

"I see him as good, honest, and his religious knowledge is good, so my wife and I learned a lot from him, indeed why, Abah knows him?", Mr. Robani asked back.

"Ah..ngak...., Abah not just sreg with him" said Abah.

"Oh yes..., which Tiara?, Abah had not seen it?",

All quiet, all confused what to answer.