The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
Execution

Adzan maghrib's voice has been echoed. The santri look ready. This time they will all go to the Jami Mosque in Pondok Al-Furqon.

Today is the event of the study of Am, which was attended by all Santri, both Santri Putra, and Santri Putri.

They seemed enthusiastic, as this was a monthly moment in the cottage. It was during this event that all the students gathered in one place. Santri Putra and Santri Putri gather together in one Mosque, but still , even so, there is still a hijab separating them.

This event is always anticipated by the Santri, because in the event they can meet with other Santri, they can mingle and interact directly with other Santri.

And this is where they can begin to string together hope and love, of course for the mature Santri.

They wear their best clothes each to look different, in this event there is a lecture session hosted by representatives from each Kobong.

In essence, this is a show of ability between Kobong, not infrequently in this event the Santri meet and like each other, this is arguably a matchmaking event for the Santri.

And this time, as a replacement for Abah, Ustad Fikri will be the one who will serve as a filler there.

Usually Abah and Tiara who fill the show du there, but because the conditions are not possible, then Ustad Fikri who will handle the event there.

Unexpectedly, the one who filled out the event as a substitute for Tiara who was in charge of reading the Holy Verse of the Qur'an was Nyimas.

All the services listened to him, not even a few who shed tears, because it turns out the voice of Nyimas is not less common with the voice of Tiara.

Most of the Princess Santri who was crying, they remembered Tiara, who had been almost two weeks away from the cottage. His presence was greatly missed by all of them.

The atmosphere looked silent, there was a faint sound of sobbing, adding to the atmosphere to be haru.

In the event also offered a joint do'a for the safety and return of Tiara and Robi, not to forget also do'a for healing and health Abah.

After all the series of opening events passed came the time for the main event, the spiritual flush that will be brought by Ustad Fikri.

With confidence Ustad Fikri appeared in front of the Santri. Indeed, there is no doubt, if Ustad Fikri has inherited knowledge from Abah, his style of speech, his style of speaking when lecturing, is not inferior to Abah.

So that the duration of the two hours given to him, feels very short. Jamaah does not seem bored to listen to it, let alone punctuated with laughter.

"Great Fikri, he's mature, it's not wrong if Abah chose him to make him a ghost" whispered Ustad Dzaki to Ustad Fadil sitting next to him.

"Yes, he is indeed a beloved santri Abah, it is not strange if he who first taught Abah new knowledge, before to all of us" said Ustad Fadil, the same, said, he also spoke half-whispered.

Unbeknownst to them, there was a car coming to the cottage, the car stopped right in front of Abah's house, and now there are four men who came out of the car.

They were about to enter Abah's house, but there was Mang Daman who first met him.

It turned out that they were emissaries from the Police, but they all seemed to be not wearing official clothes.

" Fikri.?", Mang Daman looked shocked, when one of them asked the whereabouts of Ustad Fikri.

"We from the Police were assigned to bring Fikri to the office" said one of them.

"Oh..., what is it?, that Ustad Fikri is still filling the study in the Mosque, well..it...., his voice can be heard" said Mang Daman.

"Or Mr-Bapak can wait a while, wait for the event to be completed, because Abah is still in the recovery stage, so all the business here, taken over first by the senior Santri", he said", explain Mang Daman again.

Back the four men looked at each other, finally one of them replied as well.

"Well, we'll wait until the show is over, but can we just wait outside the mosque?", one of them spoke again.

"Oh..can, please!, want to follow the show is also okay", smile Mang Daman. He does not suspect anything. After the four men went to the Mosque, Mang Daman again stood guard at Abah's house, he sat on a chair on the front porch listening to a lecture from Ustad Fikri, the future son-in-law of Abah.

It turns out Abah also knew the fate of the four men. "Who are they Mang?", asked Abah, he came out of the door in a wheelchair driven by Umi.

"They were looking for Ustad Fikri Abah, if not wrong, they confessed from the Police, what do you want?, what might have to do with Dery", guess Mang Daman.

"Dery that.", Abah hung his words, he was like thinking.

"That's.., that Dery.., his brother-in-law Ustad Fikri Abah, he was in a cell, on the charge of poisoning Risman during the celebration of the Prophet's Maulid at that time" explained Mang Daman.

"Oh..., yes.., just remember, hopefully there is nothing else" hoped Abah.

"It is good, Ustad Fikri is more mature, it is not wrong Abah chose him", muttered Abah Furqon.

"Tiara is lucky if you match Fikri, Abah will calm down", Abah took a deep breath.

"Yes, hopefully", said Umi, he agreed, but his heart did not agree so much if Tiara to be with Ustad Fikri.

Indeed at a glance, Ustad Fikri has no woe, his religious knowledge is qualified, and handsome face, but Umi still remembers the events that have been past, although legally Fikri is considered innocent, but Umi still remembers the events that have been past, but Umi's heart could not be lied to, he also slowly knew the true events.

"Tuh listen to Umi, this is Ustad Fikri who is lecturing, his words are clear, neatly arranged, will not confuse the listener', said Abah.

"Yes.., Umi knows",

Inside the Ustad Fikri Mosque can see the arrival of four men who just entered the gate of the Mosque. 'Who are they?, they seem to be strangers, but wait!!, the other one , I feel like I've seen it', Inner Fikri spoke.

'But where I saw the man', Ustad Fikri pensively

'He was ...., huh..., police...?, yes...., he was the one who talked when I met Dery, what did he want to go early?', he said?',

Quickly Ustad Fikri told Ustad Fadil to replace him, with a movement of his hand.

"Please continue!, I have business", said Fikri, and he immediately left his pulpit. As if he had a premonition, Ustad Fikri went straight to his Kobong, intending to escape.

Not without reason Fikri so, but he can guess, Aleks and Joko who have been caught, must have told everything to the Police.

In a quiet atmosphere, after the death of Ustad Fikri, and Ustad Fadil had just reached the pulpit, suddenly there was a loud cry in the doorway.

"Thank the hands !!",