The Golden Voice
A HAFIDZAH 02
Qur’an Surah Thaha.
Surah Thaha, located between Surah Maryam and Al-Anbiya’ has 135 verses that have three love stories in it. That is, it contains the full support and confidence of Allah for the Prophet. Second, the Prophet Moses As. Then the third love, Allah bestowed upon Adam As.
“Very soft. Although his breathing was still unstable, but his pronunciation was eloquent and appropriate mahraj. I wonder, who recited the Surah? Who chants a tone as beautiful as it”
Slowly, I began to approach the voice hiding from behind the tree. Seen from behind, a girl was leaning against a tree by hugging a Qur’an.
“What is he, memorizing it? Masyaallah, melodious once”
“Gus Thaha”
Someone called out to me, cutting off my curiosity to this heart-shattering Thaha mail chanter. I looked, it was a woman. She, the girl who was betrothed to me.
Alisha Aisya, two beautiful names in a woman. She was the second daughter of the hajj and umrah bureau owner, a close friend of my father's. We've been betrothed since childhood, so we've been very familiar and know each other. Now, she has become a sholihah girl dressed in abaya and niqob.
“Alisha”, reply.
“Assalamu’alaikum Gus”, he said with smiling eyes because the veil closed the beauty of his smile. A very graceful and sholihah woman.
“Wa’alaikumussalaam wa rahatullaahi wa barakatuh”
We started walking in tandem and headed towards the gazebo near the cottage owned by Ahmad Husain. I sat on this side and he sat on the other side, turning his back on each other without stealing a glance.
“I heard, you were entrusted by Father Kiai to teach a class, Gus?”
“Iya”
“Alhamdulillah, I'm happy to hear it”
“Sukran, Alisha”
“Thaha, I already know you very well. We grew up together since childhood, so I know a lot about you and your attitude. But, the ugliness of emotions and the look of your sour face is still attached until now. Are you sure you can carry this trust?”
“Eh?”, I was a little surprised by the explanation.
“I, have not been able to accept you if you still continue like that”, said Alisha lowered her head.
“I'm not sure either. But, if I don't try it forever I won't know the result. This opportunity should I be able to use as well as possible”, reply to me staring at the sky.
“I hope like that”
That tone, it sounds really bad. Alisha still doubted me. I turned to her, she still looked down as if complaining. Sighing a little, I smiled wryly to hold back the disappointment in my heart.
“Kalo so, I go first”, I said.
“Where are you going?”
“You don't need to know”
*****
In the second semester student classroom, after the study of Islamic history is completed.
“Hah! So tired. After Ustadzah Fatimah explained at length the material is now even given a task whose answer almost broke my finger”
A santriwati complains in front of her best friend. His best friend walked up to the window and said, “Have it! Complaining will reduce your reward. What matters is that it's done. Nada, look! The sky looks so overcast”
“Iya?, Today will rain mean. I just washed my shirt”
“Haha, should we go back to the hostel?”
“By also, all menumpulin this task to ustadzah Fatima”
“Sreek!”, paper sound torn.
The two santriwati immediately turned their head as fast as lightning and immediately caught a santriwati had managed to tear Nada's book. Because it was found out, the santriwati immediately ran the ridge.
“Nu, Nuhaaa!!”, shouted Nada with great annoyance.
The Santriwati ran out of class and quickly eliminated themselves from the pursuit of the two students. Tone seemed to cry with annoyance.
“Sabar Tone, patience. He is so. He's getting braver with his habits, always stealing your work. Hahaha.”
“Basic stupid girl! This is Asmi, please help me to work again”, she cried.
“Hah.. alright”, reply Asmi smile kindly.
******
“Tap tap tap”, sound of running footsteps.
"Tap tap tap tap tap"
"Tap tap tap tap"
After feeling safe, the girl sat in front of the pesantren cottage kitchen building. He was wobbly to make sure things went back.
“Hufff... succeeded also”, he said sighing in relief.
His eyes glazed over at the results of the task he had managed to steal. He did not stop to continue to grimace. Two answer sheets that he will copy in his own task book.
Bude Samiah came carrying two baskets full of groceries, cooking ingredients to prepare lunch later. The girl immediately responded and immediately helped him.
“Bude! Here Nuha akinin”
“Eh, Neng Nuha's. Ayok, mari”
Nuha Sukamto's. Santriwati semester two major tahfidz. She's a very iconic country girl. Not understanding fashion and not good at taking care of yourself. His daily life is only wearing a plain color negligee shirt with a long shirt interior. The negligee is half calf length, making him have to wear fur pants. Even funnier, she can only wear a hooded headscarf like an elementary school kid.
But, she's a very nice and sociable girl. If anyone insinuated or bullied him, he would face him casually without any burden. But unfortunately, since childhood until now he still can not read and write.
Even so, his memorizing ability was truly incredible. He was able to memorize even if he only heard it once. In fact, he had memorized many surahs of the Qur’an and chanted them very melodiously.
“Bude, want to grab lunch? Nuha help ya”
“Good you, Neng. As usual”
Noah helped out with the groceries and prepared to help. But, his actions came to a halt as he remembered his unfinished task.
“Uwaaaa!!”, he shouted. So that makes Bude Samiah shocked.
“Neng, what's the matter? How to cry her fast so bang”
“Bude! Which pakde? Noah forgot to immediately design the task of ustadzah”
“Yeah, geez. Yes already, sana gih soon worked!”
“Iya Bude, but which Pakde?”
“Custom, again feed the chicken behind”
“Alright, Bude. Later if Nuha is done, Noah will help Bude cook”
“Iya donk's. You really like helping Bude cook”
Noah immediately prepared the book on the kitchen table and looked for Mr. Roso in the back. He immediately grabbed Roso by the hand and invited her into the kitchen.
“Pakde, help Noah design tasks!”
“Your habits start again”, said Roso complaining.
“Quick Pakde!”
“Iya yes. Where's the book and the ball”
“Asian. Bentar Pakde, Nuha will prepare”
The girl, the santriwati, is completely illiterate. He can't read and write. His poor life, made him never studied in any madrassa. He lost both his parents when he was 15. He was raised by his grandmother and grandfather in the village. Now, he was put in the boarding school so he could study there.
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