The Golden Voice
ANGSANA TREE 14

"You must be careful when memorizing the Qur'an. If one wrong word changes the meaning, okay? And it's so bad if you don't realize it"

"Afdo, Ustadz! Noah, don't realize it"

The girl looked happy to see me coming but immediately lowered her head in guilt.

I opened up my Qur'an and searched for Surah An Nisa. I almost gave it to Noah. Because I knew he could not read the Qur'an so I pulled back the Qur'an. No, I gave it to him.

"You're memorizing Surah An Nisa?"

"Na'am Ustadz! Noah is murajaah. It was helped by Sonia's ustadzah so that Nuha had to keep repeating it again" he answered clearly.

"Good"

"Sit down, Ustadz!", pinta Nuha.

"Where can it be", elakku in heart because shocked by the offer of the plate.

"Hehe", Noah ignored me. He returned to Murajah very seriously.

I could not leave him alone. I monitored his rote and scrutinized his every utterance. If something goes wrong again, I don't want it to happen again.

Nuha recited it very carefully and wholeheartedly but hearing her way of memorizing that little bit took a breath made me a little distracted.

"Wait a minute"

"Ustadz?"

"Wait first. Why are you taking a little breath? Take control of that breath, don't breathe a little"

"What?"

"Reading the Quran is different from reading a book that can stop anywhere. In reading the Quran there are rules that need to be considered, as in certain parts must be done in one breath and should not be interrupted" I said.

"A little bit of a breath steal can't you, Ustadz?"

"Umm.", I answered thinking.

Noah repeated his memorization. I guess he really didn't want to give up on that effort. The girl kept trying until it really worked. Although, I see him a little bit tired.

"huuffs.. Alhamdulillaah says. Done too", he said in relief and continued to give thanks.

"Udah finished? Only until verse 23?"

"Na'am, Ustadz! End of juz 4"

"Related?"

"Yes! Ustad! This memorization is already stored safely in the brain of Noah, hihi. Noah had to deposit it immediately to Ustadz Azzam", he grinned.

"Awhile", stop me.

"Ustadz?"

"There's one thing I want to ask you. One thing I want to know" I said in my heart.

Noah was about to move, but I stopped him.

"You"

"Ustadz?"

"You used to shelter under this tree?"

"Umm, huh?", he tilted his head.

"Can you sing Surah At Thaha?"

"Hurah, At Thaha?"

"Yes.. That's if you're pleased"

"Well Ustadz!", he answered immediately in spirit.

"What's wrong with him?", I wondered in my heart.

When Nuha started ta'awudz and read basmalah, I immediately remembered the distinctive sound.

"Is that right, him?"

"Thaa haa.."

"True", only one verse was heard, the voice reminded me of a very beautiful voice at that time. I, still want to hear it.

"Maaa... Nuhhh", lamented.

"What?", I was immediately shocked by the interrupted verse.

"Ustadz"

"Why?"

"Nuha, Noah is hungry ustadz!!"

"That's because Noah had no breakfast, so this hunger was more agonizing", he complained to me that I didn't want to know.

"Why not have breakfast? What do you want to torment yourself?", my mind is astonished and does not care"

"Nuha, Noah ate first ya Ustadz"

Noah immediately moved.

"What's? He, he immediately scorned without saying goodbye"

After a few steps he ran, he said, "Sukran, Ustadz! Ustadz Thaha, very good! I'll repay ustadz's kindness!"

"Please stop!", I commanded.

"Ustadz?"

"If you want to repay my kindness, you must want to come to my class! If not, I would consider it a debt. You understand that?!"

"Geeehhh!!"

He went long and left me alone near this angsana tree.

"He was, how many Ustadz words he had said to me" my lips giggled in unknowingly.

I saw his departure, which was getting farther away and more and more invisible. I recalled that melodious voice, that the one chanting that beautiful tone was Noah himself.

"I, until I didn't realize it. Till now. That what people were saying about her rote ability, was amazing", I felt admiration for the little girl.

"I wish I could hear it again"

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In the living room, I chatted with Athar, my best friend. There were so many things he told me, that he really couldn't stop talking.

I was always amazed by that strange ability that all humans possess. That, humans like to talk at length indefinitely and tirelessly. In fact, I avoided it myself.

Not men and not women, they are the same. I like to talk a lot. Talk about this and that. In fact, despite being ignored, the story still flowed from his mouth that could not stop.

Athar, still continuing to tell about himself who studied in Egypt. I listened to it while reviewing the material. The atmosphere was not accompanied by the music. Except with a story.

The sound of knocking on the door finally stopped him, "tok tok tok", someone knocked on the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

Alisha came to visit. We also returned his greetings well and fully.

"Alisha", I said calmly.

"Alisha?", Athar was immediately pleased with the encounter.

"Gus Athar, welcome back to the cottage" said Alisha looking at him with a shy blush.

"Alhamdulillaah, Alisha. My college there is over. So, I will serve here, inshaa Allaah"

"Alhamdulillaah, I'm happy with Gus"

"What is this?", I asked in my heart.

"Oh yes, Alisha. I have a gift for you"

Athar went to his room to pick something up. Meanwhile, I'm both with Alisha to wait. I let Alisha sit, and she sat down.

"It seems, you look very happy to see Athar coming home" I said.

"Umm.", he answered.

"I feel, even I can see. There will be a heart that will look towards others. And a silent heart, will soon be left alone", my mind.

"Alisha, this"

Athar gave me a box that I don't know what it contained. Alisha accepted it with pleasure, though it made me a little jealous.

But, it was lucky that he opened it immediately. So, I came to know what it contained, it was a hijab brooch. Brooch hijab in the form of a slightly large scribe and reads Alisha there. It was golden yellow and hung two beautiful pearls.

"Gus Athar, this is so beautiful" he said.

"He gave the compliment with a feeling of happiness", my mind continued to investigate even though I became inferior.

"Good Alisha"

"Yes Gus, sukran katsiron"

"Wa iyyaki Alisha. I hope, you will wear it always", Athar replied confidently.

The woman, although her face was tightly covered with the niqab but an aura of happiness was clearly visible around her body. His eyes, often smiling, looked at Athar.

"Why do I pay so much attention to it?", my mind complains and does not understand.

"Although I've been ignoring it lately and don't care much about it. But, there was a strange feeling suddenly present within this heart"