The Golden Voice
WANT TO KNOW 08

"Noah.. Nuha's.. Pakde can't wait to teach you to read and write. Kind of like a kindergarten kid. Look atyou. You are, already big but taught to read and write can not be. If Pakde gives up, who wants to teach you? Huh?!", exclaimed pakde Roso.

"Nuha's intention, Intention!!", added Bude Samiah.

"Noha can't be Bude's intention, sirde. It's compulsion and compulsion. Hmpp!!", Noah complained even more.

In the afternoon, it was a normal time to rest for Roso but he instead had to give extra lessons to Noah at the behest of Ustadz Azam.

It had been a week that the order was down and executed but Noah remained without any progress. He can memorize letters a to z but still be confused when reading them in books.

"You really don't have passion for pinter, huh Neng Nuha? There's nothing you want to do?"

"No!!", replied Noah.

"Sir! Nik nginiki continued, I gave up buk e buk e", complains Roso while banging his shoulder with a massage tool.

"Wis ra gelem melu class. Nik ning class yo gaweane mung turu. Diseneneni yo ra mandhi. This kid, jane eneng apane?! Opo must be in the rukyah?!"

"Istighfar Pak - e. Istighfar!!", pinta Samiah.

"Astaghfirullaahoption. Yo wis Buk e. I'm meh mlaku-mlaku sik if that's it. Ben calm my mind. Ben is calm!", concluded Roso as he walked away.

"Neng Nuha, let's cook neng!", take Bude Samiah.

"Ready grak Bude!!", exclaimed the spirit of Noah.

"Sir! Nek ngunu kui.. Angel"

Roso walks down the streets inside the cottage area. In the afternoon, there was no learning in class. Instead, some students teach in the mosque foyer. Joking around in the gazebo-gazebo and playing football.

"See them. They have a purpose in life, aka ideals for the future. But, that fat. Blas, ora pingin dadi. Mung gur iso naji, njai, lan njai", annoyed Roso by continuing to walk.

"You're in jane's arms!"

"Whuss!", Roso ended his grievances by kicking a small rock until it accidentally landed on someone's head.

"Duk!", regarding the head of Ustadz Azam who was sitting at my desk.

Immediately Azam stood up to look for the source of the problem. Before he let out his voice, Roso immediately came to the body to apologize.

"Punten, punten ustadz Azam. Me, not intentionally. Punten, once again. Punten", said Roso wholeheartedly.

"Why can Pakde rub my head with a stone?", asked Ustadz Azam probing.

"It's because of Nuha, Ustadz"

"Noha? The boy again", Grutu Azam narrowed his eyes sideways while sniffing loudly.

"Noha? Santriwati last time?", ask me want to know.

"How is it going, Pakde?", asked Azam.

"Punten, ngapunten Ustadz. There has been no progress" Roso replied honestly.

"What development? What is Ustadz teaching him?", I asked.

"Haah", Azam sighed for a moment. Then continued, "I have asked Mr. Roso to teach him to read and write. But, it doesn't seem to work". Evidently.

"Me-reading and writing? What was it like?", I asked increasingly unsure of this reality I had just known.

"Gus Thaha, Neng Nuha can't read. So, he was given the mandate of Ustadz Azam to teach him"

"Gi-gimana he can not read can not be written but could be a student here -", I immediately remembered the words of KH Ahmad Husain.

Noah was a woman who was illiterate. He was in this hut because Kiai himself received it. But she said she was a special girl.

"Special? As special is he?", I murmured inwardly.

I at a glance remember that immediately said, "So he can not read write, how can he learn tahfidz, ustadz?"

"He used his memory to memorize. His rote ability is really good. I admit that"

"If he's good at remembering, why can't he remember letters and readings? Strange girl", my inner.

"You know, I say goodbye to ustadz, Gus", concluded Roso felt pekewuh and left.

"I see, Ustadz was always upset with that girl named Nuha. Actually, what does he look like to make ustadz always growl full of annoyance?"

"Gus Thaha, Gus himself had met him in class, right? Just the first time I saw him, he made a bad impression, didn't he?"

"He sleeps when I teach in class", my inner self.

"But, why make ustadz Azam upset to no end?", I continued to investigate.

Our conversation was over, I walked back to the dormitory and thought back to Ustadz Azam's words about the girl named Nuha.

I went into Kiai's cabin and found Alisha talking to Nyai. It looks fun and full of laughter.

I said my greetings and they welcomed me kindly while answering my greetings.

"Thaha, sit down, son", pinta Nyai Ibu.

"Good, Mother"

"Thaha, ba'da maghrib Romo wants to take you to see Kiai Abdul Ghani in the hospital"

"Alhamdulillaah, can he be visited by mother?"

"Yes"

"Anyway, Alisha said goodbye to Nyai Mother" said Alisha about to get out of her seat.

I didn't prevent it either. Instead of focusing on Mom, I wanted to question her about that girl named Nuha.

"Mother, I know that girl named Nuha right?"

"Nuha?", Alisha wondered.

"Sukamto Nuha? The girl with the golden voice?", asked the mother.

"The sound of gold?", I asked along with Alisha who became curious.

"Nuha that, for mother its existence is like an angel. But, he did not know of its existence so dazzling", explained the mother while sipping her warm tea.

"Bi-anita?", makes me even more unreasonable.

"Hyai Mother, Alisha herself had met him. She's a sophomore student in tahfidz, right?"

"Alisha knows him too?", I asked.

He immediately turned his gaze gracefully and replied briefly, "yes. Once"

"What's he like?"

"Why do you want to know, Thaha?", asked Alisha, beginning to dare to stare.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.."

"Had Maghrib, I went back to the dormitory first Nyai Ibu", concluded Alisha and left after saying hello.

"What is he, offended?", my inner self.

"Thaha, if you want to know about Noah. Find out for yourself. Because he got a variety of different judgments"

"meaning?"

"Mom, you want to sort this out and go back to the kitchen"

"Eh?", I'm even more confused.

I don't know why, I want to bother about that girl. Starting from Ustadz Azam, Father, Mother, Pakde, even Alisha himself. I finished this thought and immediately rushed to the mosque.

My trip was greeted with two students pulling hard a student in front. I watched it for a moment.

"Noah! Got you! How often do you run away from us, we will be able to stop you!", said student Nada.

"Adududamud. Do not pull my veil", replied Noah bravely and managed to escape into the mosque.

"He, making trouble with his friend?"