The Golden Voice
DIRECT MEMORIZATION 05

"Alhamdulillaah, finished also teaching the class"

I walked back to the Kiai Ahmad Husain. Someone stopped my steps from behind. He is Noah.

"Wait, Ustadz!", he exclaimed.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Afwan Ustadz, did Ustadz sleep under a tree yesterday?", he asked.

I was a little taken for granted but still I answered honestly, "yes".

"Alhamdulillaah, this"

He gave up something.

"This seems to be a file belonging to Ustadz, because yesterday was left there while Ustadz ran away instead"

"Alright, sukran", I reply briefly and want to leave immediately.

"Ustadz, wait!"

"What else?"

"I love Ustadz!"

"Huh?", my response was confused.

"Murotal Ustadz is beautiful. So sweet. I, umm.. Me! I, almost crying to hear it, really touched the heart", she replied with a smile of her own.

"This girl, why?", my mind probed.

"On other occasions, sayq would take Ustadz classes well and would not sleep again"

"It's good that way", I said.

"Sukran Ustadz and see you later"

"See you?"

"Assalamu'alaikum", concluded smiling sumringah.

"Wa-wa'alaikumussalaam wa rahatullaahi wa barokatuh", I answered completely and walked back.

*****

The Kiai Ahmad Husain cottage.

"How do you teach your class, Gus?", asked Mother.

"Alhamdulillaah", I give thanks but still complain a little. I let out a breath.

"Alhamdulillaah but what's wrong?"

"The color was taught in the santriwati class, they could accept my teachings but yes, on the wood. While yesterday I taught in the class santriwan, even often debate with them"

"Propay my son. We are living in a modern age that is said to live in the millennial generation. They are very critical and have their own will. Unlike the old days, which each of the kiai gave a lesson, the santri are very obedient and respectful"

"Yes, mother", I replied while closed for a moment.

"Thaha, later tonight Alisha's family invites us to dinner at her residence"

"What's Mom for?"

"Cock for what the hell. As always, our family and Alisha's family are very close so we must always connect our friends"

"Insyaa Allaah"

"Alhamdulillaah, I'll tell Father that"

I sat back down and slept for a while in the chair.

*****

The cottage kitchen.

"Bude, what's the lunch menu?" asked Noah.

"That's lodeh jackfruit with tempeh side dishes and salted fish" Bude Samiah replied casually as he checked the shopping report.

"Masyaa Allaah, good for Bude" replied Nuha while helping to clean up the others.

"Udah Neng Nuha, Neng Nuha is his duty to learn. Back to the class. Kitchen business is the business of Bude and the tenants, Neng Nuha does not need to help every day"

Although it has become commonplace, Bude Samiah still keeps a sense of urgency every time Noah comes to help while the learning hours are still ongoing.

"Don't want Bude, Nuha likes to help out in the kitchen"

"Hff, astaghfirullaah Neng Nuha.. When can you pinter if you often skip that class"

"Nuha doesn't need a pinter, Bude" replied Noah lightly.

"Halah, yo wis. It's up to you"

The staff is busy with their own work. Pakde Roso cleaned the dining room. Bude Samiah and Nuha begin to join the rewangs.

"Bude, Budge. It was in Nuha's classroom that there was a new Ustadz"

"Will? Tumben did you respond to Neng?"

"Hehe, not intentionally but unintentionally"

"Nonce you said, fortunately not make you run away again huh? Hm.. Looks like something interesting in the class" Bude quizzes.

"Yes Bude. Ustadznya turned out to be very good at teaching, the murottals are very melodious and beautiful. His voice still rings in my ears"

"like that? But Neng Nuha's unclean voice to Bude was the most beautiful. There's still a golden voice of Neng Nuha?"

"Slightly saddened me as well because I felt something was rivaling, the hykshiks but Noah was so stunned by his voice", Noah replied.

"So, try Neng Nuha naji for us", pinta Bude Samiah. The lights were welcomed by the rickshaws. They want to listen to it too.

"That's Bude. Alright"

Nuha smiled with a moment to take a breath to refresh her memory. The recitation of the holy verse of the Qur'an from Ustadz Thaha was stored safely in his memory. Now, he'll recite it.

Beginning with ta'awudz and basmalah, Noah began chanting the first verse of Surah Noah.

"inna arsnala nadikan ilaumihi an anzmir qaumaka ming qabli ay ya`tiyahum 'arishabun alim"

"Subhanallaah", said the rewang praising Allah.

"qala ya qaumi inni lakum naishirum mubin"

Noah continued the second verse. His voice was so melodious, his tone and intonation were almost the same as Thaha's. But, Noah's breath setting was far from perfect.

Bude Samiah and the rewang were very touched by the chanting of the holy verse. Cold air began to exist between them. Peace and happiness cloud their feelings.

"Neng Nuha's voice was indeed like magic. Not only was his voice melodious but he was also able to bring out a truly soul-stirring atmosphere. God gave him a tremendous advantage" said Bude Samiah.

After studying, Noah thanked him by saying alhamdulillaah. He smiled and kept smiling. His feelings are calm and happy.

"Who is Neng Nuha?" asked Bude.

"his name? Eeeh.. Who is Bude. Noah did not know his name", said Noah.

"Well! How the hell?"

"But Ustadz was Bude, a very handsome tree", replied Noah immediately interjected.

"Was the handsome. Trus if that handsome you like him? Hm?"

"Yes Bude! Nuha is very much with him"

"Love at first sight nih yee"

"Hehehehe.."

"Well, I can't believe Neng Nuha is actually in love. How could Neng Nuha's selugu girl possibly fret love. He is still childish", said one of the ranchers.

Some small laughter was heard.

"Hehe, bude-bude can do it", replied Noah to be nosy.

"Ahaha, Neng Nuha Neng. Here help Bude to get here genti", another rewang pinta.

"Well bude!", said Noah pleased.

Pakde Roso came looking for Noah. And yes, Noah was among the charlatans. Noah was called by him.

"Nuha, come here" Pakde said.

"Yes Pakde, what's wrong?"

"His!", Pakde Roso hit Noah's head lightly with a feather duster.

"Always run away during class. Tuh, look for Ustadz whip. Uh, Ustadz Azam"

"Adudamud" responded Noah.

"There, no reason" asked Pakde Roso to withdraw the hand of Noah and will hand over to Ustadz Azam.

"Sorry to Ustadz if Nuha still ngeyel. Here, please YOU-WHAT-WHAT-WEB-IT!", said Roso resignedly and firmly.

Noah began to bow his head before Ustadz Azam. He began to give his advice again. It was very long and made Noah ignore.

"Will you run away again?", asked Azam, shaking his whip to the side.

"Afwan Ustadz", replied Noah a little frightened.

"You must learn well, Noah. It's been semester two but there's still no improvement. If it's like this, you can be called Father Kiai"

"Ro-Romo kiai?!!!"