The Golden Voice
BAD EFFECTS 06

Arriving in front of the KH residence. Ahmad Husain, Ustadz Azzam knocked on the door even though the door opened slightly on one side.

"Assalamu'alaikum", he said.

Seen from there, I was still sleeping in a state of sitting in the living room. Nyai Ahmad Husain came to answer the greeting, "Wa' alaikumussalaam wa rahatullaahi wa barokatuh".

Nyai invited Ustadz Azzam and Noah inside. Kiai Ahmad Husain emerged from his study. He also welcomed the arrival of the two of them.

"Ro-Romo Kiai", said Noah, looking down.

"Nuha, come into my room"

Noah walked obediently, while I finally opened my eyes. I welcome Ustadz Azzam who has been a few minutes still standing in the living room. He went back to the kitchen to get a drink.

In Kiai's room, Noah began by greeting Him with greetings. When he answered, he said that Noah was called before him.

"Nuha, how's your class? Is your class still not suitable so it still makes you reluctant to learn?"

"Romo kiai, afwan"

"Romo understood Noah. We don't always have to do what we want. Instead, we must be able to adjust ourselves to any situation so that we can be a tough human being"

"Nuha does not like the learning here Romo, the learning here is too serious and rigorous. Noah, don't like it"

"Haa ah's.. Then, do you have to keep running away? You want to be here forever? Don't you have very high ideals that you want to achieve, Nuha?"

"Nuha just wants to be a Hafidzah!"

"But, you need another science to supply your life later, Nuha Sukamto"

"Afwan, Romo"

Kiai Ahmad Husain gave his advice to Noah. Although he was very patient and full of calm, but he encouraged his chatter because he did not want to be too long.

Noah came out of Kiai's room. As he walked towards the living room to see Ustadz Azzam again, he met me again.

"U-ustadz?!", Hysterical.

"You again?!", I was upset. What I remember only when I was sleeping under a tree then the girl slapped me because there was a mosquito on my cheek and she slept while I was teaching in class. Even though it was due to accident. But, it still gives me a bad impression.

"Ustadz, Nuha is happy to see ustadz again!", he said with enthusiasm.

"Well?!"

"As familiar as it is", replied Nyai smiling while putting drinks on the guest table.

"Nuha, let's go back!", pinta Ustadz Azzam.

"Drink first, ustadz", Nyai's pinta.

"Corn, Nyai", Ustadz Azzam received it well.

"Ustadz, why is ustadz here too? Called Romo kiai too?", asked Noah plainly.

"Nuha doesn't know about ustadz Thaha?", asked Nyai.

Hearing my mother ask that, I immediately gave a code for her not to continue her speech again.

"Ssttt.", I asked.

It was my intention to conceal my identity that I was a son of Kiai. Who knows let him know. As for the uninitiated, I will not show the real me.

"Ustadz, Noah wants to hear ustadz murottal again"

"Laa turid!"

"eeee.. Why?"

"Why is he so familiar?! I was troubled by it", I grumbled in my heart.

"It's Noah. Let's go back", take Ustadz Azzam. He became concerned to see the behavior of Noah in front of the Kiai Ahmad Husain family.

"Yes-iya Ustadz", replied Noah pouting.

"Wait a minute", Kiai denied stopping the steps of Noah and Ustadz Azzam.

"Afwan Kiai, what is it?", asked Ustadz Azzam.

"It seems like Nuha likes Thaha", he replied briefly. However, it has a lot of meaning for those who hear it.

"Did you like to study with Ustadz Thaha, Nuha?", he asked.

"Na'am, Father Kiai!"

"Why?"

"Yes.. Ustadz is very good at teaching. Her voice is so beautiful!"

"Na'am!"

"Nuha, do you want to hear him teach again?"

"Thab'an!"

"Ahahaha", Kiai laughed for a moment.

"If you want to hear him teach again, Romo has to give you conditions"

"Condition? What's the condition, Father?"

"You have to really learn in class"

"eeeeee.. Don't want to!!"

"You see, Ustadz Thaha won't teach you"

"Nooo!!"

Noah thought too. He was eager to hear Ustadz Thaha being able to teach again and deliver the holy verses of the Qur'an with his free voice.

Finally, Noah still could not give any answer. He was downcast feeling limp to get back out with Ustadz whip. Kiai replied with a friendly and patient smile.

"Father! Why did Father insist on allowing him to hear me teach?", I asked curious.

"Who's the girl? Is he special here?"

Father laughed, then replied, "He is special here but it doesn't look how special he is"

"That kid, has an amazing voice. His voice was so beautiful that it moved the hearts of his listeners. But, baby, he's illiterate. He never studied at any madrassa. Until his parents died, his grandparents left him here. They went straight to see Romo. So, the boy has become Rome's own responsibility"

"Then, why doesn't he want to learn?"

"He had a trauma"

"Trauma?"

"When in the Kindergarten, he got violence from his teacher. Hearing the word violence is already very painful in the ears. But, what kind of violence Romo does not know the details"

"So that" I replied.

"You should be able to change it, Thaha"

"What's? Why should I?"

"She likes you", Kiai laughed back and just passed by. I'm even more astonished.

"Noah! Why do you always act childish, huh?!", asked Ustadz Azzam while playing his whip.

"Why does ustadz care" replied Nuha manyun.

"What do you say?!", replied Ustadz Azzam increasingly resolutely wagging his whip. It made Noah shocked.

"We, ustadz ustadzah and the kiai have always cared for you, but you are still alone"

"Nuha what should ustadz be?! If you don't like it, don't like it! Don't force Noah!", Noah ran.

Noah walked as he pleased. His existence which only had to be in the santriwati territory, made him reluctant.

In another pendopo, it looks like some ustadzah is teaching small children to learn. Noah approached.

"What are Kindergartens?", he murmured.

"Assalamu'alaikum", said Noah approaching.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam wa rahatullaahi wa baraktuh"

Noah immediately received a speech from the ustadzah who suddenly turned into a Kindergarten teacher when Noah was a child.

His gaze was extremely sharp, his body fat and expensive smile. Every teacher that spoke sounded like they were snapping and their voices grew. If wrong a little, immediately pinched.

Nuha was shocked by the scene that made her think back to her past.

"Why can? Nuha's.. Nuha's.. Noah was no longer a child, but why was the teacher in front of Noah?", said Noah, still lulled in his daydream.

"Anti, anti?!", said an ustadzah trying to resuscitate Noah from his reverie.

"Mothers.. Sired.. Huahuasca.. Huahuahua", Noah cried loudly like a child.

"Mothers.. Mister.."

Three uswahs and 10 children looked sad to see Noah crying.