The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
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In his cowboy Fikri was preparing to leave, the plan was to leave after Isya later. Fikri only brought clothes as necessary, he intended to return to the village where he lived. Fikri did not know the address of his sister in the city.

His mother said the house his sister had occupied in the city had already been contracted, so most likely, his sister had returned to the village.

"Where are you going?, seems to have packed?", Ustad Fadil sat next to Fikri, who was tidying up his bag.

"Yes, I have family business, maybe for a few days will leave the cottage. All the business here, let you handle first", Fikri looked at his two friends

"Yes.., don't worry, you just go, here it is safe, after all Abah has started to be able to go to the Mosque again",

"I'm asking you to help, keep an eye on the arrogant man, lest he act here a lot, especially if you get close to Tiara, you already know, Tiara is my future wife!", fikri resolute.

"Yes, you believe in us" Ustad Dzaqi patted Fikri on the shoulder.

"A little while now, we go to the Mosque, and I say goodbye to Abah", Ustad Fikri stood by his two friends.

They walked towards the Mosque, from a distance seen Abah was walking, like he was the same, towards the Mosque. But when Abah knocked on Kobong Robi's door, he walked back in with her.

"Tuh.., you can see, Abah is close to the arrogant man, this cannot be allowed", furious Fikri.

"But I think it's natural, Robi is new here, after all Robi is the grandson of his best friend Abah, it's not strange that Abah cares for Robi" said Ustad Dzaqi.

"Ah.., if you believe him anyway", Ustad Fikri punched Ustad Dzaqi in the arm.

"Yes.., according to me also not excessive, it is a form of responsibility Abah to the new santri", defended Ustad Fadil.

"Okay..., you guys this is why the hell.., not ksmu, not you, just the same", grumbled Fikri, he again punched the arm of dzaqi and Fadil, then he walked first, he walked first, left both.

Ustad Dzaqi and Ustad Fadil looked at each other while shaking their heads.

"Hah..., again selfish" Ustad Dzaqi patted his forehead, they again walked after Ustad Fikri.

They arrived almost together with Abah and Robi. They immediately entered the mosque because they had wudhu before leaving earlier.

They sat one shaf with Ustad Fikri sitting first in the front row. They then perform the Tahiyatul Mosque.

"Please Adhan Nak", Abah's orders to Robi who is next to him.

"But Abah.", refuted Robi.

"Bismillah Nak.., everything you have learned must begin to practice, let it be memorized" said Abah. He held onto Robi's shoulder and looked at her with confidence.

"Let's go, Robi, you can do it" Abah nodded her head.

Fikri grinned, he could clearly hear all Abah said. 'Boy yesterday afternoon, what can it be?', thought Fikri.

"Bismillah.", Robi stood up and walked towards the pulpit, he would make an adhan.

"Heuh.., got guts too she" murmured Ustad Fikri. He looked at Robi.

And Adzan also reverberated, not unexpectedly Robi can do it, the sound is melodious, pronounced and intonation is clear. His voice is not less powerful with the voice of Ustad Fikri.

From behind the hijab cloth, there were voices of the princesses who asked each other. "Whose voice is it?, it feels like this voice is foreign", they murmured.

As a new santri, this is an incredible achievement.

"Alhamdulillah.", murmured Abah. His heart was happy, Robi was able to do well.

Robi was back in her seat next to Abah. "Alhamdulillah..clear right?", Abah's smile.

Robi also gripped with a smile.

Abah is now standing, he will return to pray, after being replaced by his three choices Ustad.

Isya prayers also walk hidmat until greetings. After praying, Fikri immediately went to look for the whereabouts of his sister.

Before leaving, Fikri took the time to shake hands with the santri sons who were still there. Including Robi too.

"Don't be arrogant, don't be proud first, your abilities are just as fingernail" whispered Ustad Fikri when shaking hands with Robi.

Robi just smiled as she grabbed her body.

Ustad Dzaqi, Ustad Fadil, Abah, and Robi drove Ustad Fikri up to the gate.

There they met two people who had just entered the gate as well. They are Ronald and Ilyas who only today can come to the cottage to learn to teach.

"Robi..?", shouted Ronald who immediately recognized Robi as they faced each other.

"You guys?, how did you get here?", Robi immediately greeted them by shaking hands and hugging each other.

"Basic delinquent, his friend yes not far away, savages", grumbled Ustad Fikri.

"Do you know each other?", look at Abah.

"It's Robi's friends back in Abah's workshop" tell Robi.

"Oh.., Abah remember, you're Ronald and Ilyas right?", guess Abah.

"Kok Abah can tell", look at Robi.

"Tiara had a chance to talk , if you want to come here, want to learn to teach right?", smiled Abah.

"Yes", Ronald and Ilyas.

"This will be Ustad Dzaqi who will teach you", Abah pointed out.

"Can it be with me Abah?", Robi chimed in.

"Can, please!", smile Abah.

"Change.., I say goodbye first", Ustad Fikri turned on his motorcycle.

"Yes, be careful, may your business be done quickly, and quickly return here again", smiled Abah.

Ustad Fikri also immediately forwarded his motorcycle after saying hello first.

"I'm glad you're finally about to change" Robi smiled.

"It's also thanks to Tiara, he's the one who invited us to study here, but Aleks and Joko still don't want to" explained Ronald.

"Leave it.., don't be forced, haven't been able to guide them" Robi smiled.

"Have.., you learned to teach there!, Abah went back home first, let Ustad Dzaqi teach you", Abah looked at Ustad Dzaqi.

Abah returned to his home, Ustad Fadil closed the gate, while Ustad Dzaqi took Robi and her two friends to the small mosque next to the gate.

"Change, who was the Adhan?, his voice was foreign, but very sweet", asked Umi as soon as Abah reached the porch of his house. Umi and Tiara have just returned from the mosque.

"Well guess what siaos is?" smiled Abah.

"Iihh.kok even asked, if you know, Umi also will not ask Abah", Umi pouted.

"Who...?", look at Tiara.

"The Adzan must be A Robi" exclaimed Gilang.

Umi and Tiara looked at each other.

"Robi..?", simultaneously Umi and Tiara.

"True Abah?", look at Tiara.

Abah smiled while nodding his head, "Yes, Nak Robi who was the Adhan, Thank God he can, smoothly and melodious", Abah's smile.

"Alhamdulillah.", muttered Tiara. In his heart there was a warm feeling, he was very happy to hear it.

"He can learn quickly, there seems to be a strong urge in him, so he wants to quickly be able to all things", Abah smiled, he glanced at Tiara.

"Yes, your friend has also come, now they are studying with Robi, Ustad Dzaqi who taught him" Abah told him.

"Alhamdulillah., it turns out that they really want to change",

"They turned out to be his friend Nak Robi, hopefully they are also at home here" Abah hoped.

"Amalein...",

"Let's go in, it's cold outside, it's already the dry season again it seems, the wind is getting strong", Abah first went into the house, followed by Tiara and Umi.

****

"Well, this is your room, son", Ms. Arimbi took Risman to her room.

"You are at home here huh?, Mother will think of you like Mother's child", smiled Ms. Arimbi.

"Do you still have a mother?",

Risman.

"If you meet, you can still recognize your mother?", asked Bu Arimbi again.

"Yes.", said Risman.

"Okay.., later we try to help find your mother, but even if you have met, you still have to stay with Mom, calm down.., your mother can also stay here", ma'am Arimbi's smile.

"Here, you wash your hands and feet first, it looks like you are already sleepy", Ms. Arimbi guided Risman into the bathroom to wash her feet and hands.

After that he took Risman to bed.

"Mother is happy, you were able to teach, who taught?", looked at Bu Arimbi.

"Mother.", said Risman.

"Oh..., your mother seems kind, but why can you leave you?", muttered Bu Arimbi. He began to cover Risman's body.

"Your father is still there?", looked at Ms. Arimbi, she asked carefully.

Risman shook his head. "Yes.., you go to sleep first, tomorrow we talk again",

Bu Arimbi looked at Risman's face, 'the child's sake, it seems like his parents are not random people', thought Bu Arimbi.

He exited the room after seeing Risman actually sleeping.

"Bi, tomorrow we're shopping for Risman's needs, it looks like it's time for him to go to school",

"Yes...Madam, but sir wouldn't you be mad at Risman here?",

"Yes not Bi, he already does not care about all my affairs", Ms. Arimbi melengos.

Ms. Arimbi returned to her study room in her bedroom, she again made some Muslim fashion designs, now she looks excited & this is her new project with a new theme as well.

Not long ago heard the roar of the car engine . That's the sign Mr. Robani has gone home.

"Tumben at this hour has come home, usually also before midnight just enter the house" muttered Bu Arimbi.

He walked towards the glass window, he peeked at her husband from there.

"So.., until when we are like this continues, is there no hope anymore to improve our relationship, Robi alone is willing to change, our time like this continues, living one roof, living one, but kayaking with the enemy alone", muttered Bu Arimbi .

Seen below, Mr. Robani was walking towards his house, he stopped for a while and looked towards him.

"Wire, take a glance here all" Ms. Arimbi quickly shifted her position, she was afraid Mr. Robani saw her peeking.

"Huh.could be baper him, if you see me peeking at him", said Bu Arimbi.

He hurried back to his desk. He wanted to come down to welcome Mr. Robani, but he did not want to be considered looking for attention.

"Have you come home sir?, am I preparing food?", Bi Mimi approached.

"No need Bi, I've eaten" refused Mr. Robani. He put his body on the sofa in the living room.

'You want to welcome me Mih', thought Mr. Robani, he jumped his leg, and a few moments later he fell asleep there.

****

Fikri has arrived in the village where he lived first, returning here is the same as digging his dark memory first. Where he had deceived a girl, and made her friend a scapegoat.

Fikri went straight to his house, he could still remember it clearly. A house that bears silent witness to all his former deeds, which until now are still safe.

His burglary is still neatly hidden.

"It feels like this is his house, it seems that this house is already inhabited, hopefully he is here" Fikri muttered.

Fikri knocked slowly on his door. For a long time he stood waiting at the door.

He came back knocking on the door. This time he heard footsteps approaching the door.

And the door opened, Fikri looked at a man who was now standing in front of him.

"Who are you?", said Robi, he immediately rose in blood.

"Who's Loe?", replied the person in front of him.

Without waiting, Fikri directly barged in and shouted. "Marisa...., are you here?", Robi stood in the living room of her house.

"Hi..., who are you?, the night makes a noise in people's homes", Dery approached Fikri and immediately punched him in the face.

"Stop ..!", a voice shocked them.

A young woman with a distended stomach came out of the room, watching the man in her husband's arms.

"Sister!!".