The Honorary Owner
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Assalamu'alaikum's chat.

Thank you for choosing the Honorable Owner for you to read. I hope you like my second work. This book is far from perfect. Please forgive if there is a typo, the dialogue tag is still messy, PEUBI is still not perfect, because I still have not had time to revise this work.

Here I have no intention of patronizing or feeling right, it's just that this novel I made from a personal point of view. If anyone who wants to read this story and feels himself holy, it is better not to continue reading.There is no intention in the slightest to bring down any party. Although some of these stories are taken from real stories, but for the setting, names, professions and others remain a work of fiction.

For visuals, actually I do not really like to use visuals for fear of disturbing the reader's imagination. But if you want to see the visual version of me, you can see it on my IG @Linaiko17

All of you ask for prayers yes so that the process of publishing this novel is smooth.

Happy reading and hope you can learn a little after reading this story.

Wassalamu'alaikum's chat.

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The arrival gate of Juanda Airport looks very crowded. A couple is waiting for their only daughter behind the fence. Their eyes did not turn from the door, looking through every opening to find their daughter.

"Ruby!"

A beautiful Muslim woman wearing a maroon red robe and a syar'i hijab in matching colors turned to the source of the voice that called her name.

He saw a middle-aged man and woman smiling widely at him.

"Pig, Ummi!"

Half-running he dragged his suitcase, his backpack on his back swayed to the right and to the left following his steps.

"Assalamu'alaikum ...."

He immediately kissed the hands of his parents and hugged them tightly, letting go of the longing he had long harbored.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

"Cure and Ummi Healthy?" ruby asked after she let go of her embrace.

"We are healthy, son," replied Nyai Hannah, Ummi Ruby.

"It's .. let's get to the car. Let's just talk in the car," asked Kyai Abdullah, Abi Ruby.

"Zan, please bring Ruby's suitcase, yes," asked Kyai Abdullah to a santriya who accompanied her to pick up her only daughter.

"Remember, Mr. Kyai."

They left the airport and headed to the parking lot which was located quite far away.

Arriving in the car, Kyai Abdullah sat in the front seat, with Fauzan driving his car. Nyai Hannah sat with her daughter in the back seat.

AC from the old car can still provide coolness in the car from the atmosphere of the city of Surabaya is very hot.

"It's really hot, kid?" Nyai Hannah wiped her daughter's sweaty forehead with a tissue.

"It's still hotter in summer Japan anyway, Ummi." Ruby took the tissue from her hand and wiped her own forehead.

Fauzan started running his car, leaving the airport parking lot.

"I'm sorry, son. We cannot attend your graduation ceremony" Kyai Abdullah said.

"Yes, Abi. Ruby understood," replied Ruby.

His memories go back four years. The time when Ruby had just graduated Madrasah Aliyah and Kyai Abdullah asked her to continue her studies in Malang alone while teaching at the boarding school.

However, Ruby rejected Abinya's wishes and preferred to study at his birthplace of umminya, Japan.

Kyai Abdullah disagreed that Ruby had to study abroad, although there Ruby lived in the Hannah family residence which was a well-known Islamic family.

Tabina Rubby Azzahra, a beautiful 21-year-old girl has excellent drawing skills, so she wants to develop her talent even better. Because he has aspirations as an animator.

He recalled how difficult it was to persuade Kyai Abdullah to agree to his wishes. He promises to be balanced in pursuing the world and its afterlife. Sang Ummi was not separated from the role, with a particular persuasion able to make her husband agree to the wishes of his daughter. There are conditions that must be met.

The first condition, Abinya will not visit him as long as he is in Japan. Whatever the reason, Kyai Abdullah did not attend and meddled in anything related to his education. Although heavy, Ruby agreed. After all, he can still go home during the semester break to let go of his longing for Abi and Umminya.

The second condition, after Ruby returned to Indonesia she will soon marry Iqbal, one of Kyai Abdullah's students who is currently still continuing his s2 studies in Yemen. Iqbal is the son of one of the kyai pesantren owners in the city of Jombang. Without a second thought, Ruby agreed, because he had indeed put his heart on Iqbal since the handsome and charismatic man was still a satri in his Abinya boarding school.

Nyai Hannah holds her daughter's hand, making Ruby leave her memories.

"What makes you daydream, son?" ask Nyai Hannah.

Ruby blushed in embarrassment, shaking her head in reluctance to answer her general question.

"Are you thinking about Iqbal?" ask Kyai Abdullah.

"No Abi, Ruby is too presumptuous to think about it," replied Ruby, staring out the window.

"Hahahahaha, he will be your priest in the next few months, son. How can you say such a thing." Kyai Abdullah laughed loudly at his daughter's words.

"Are you impatient to be the lawful one for her? So that you can think about it all the time without fear of sin?" goda Kyai Abdullah again.

Ruby was getting embarrassed.

"Abi ... does Abi want to make our daughter's face redder than a tomato?" Nyai Hannah patted the back of her daughter's hand.

"Yes yes, sorry Ummi. Abi hasn't teased Abi's only daughter for too long."

The journey to Pesantren Al Mukmin which is also the place where Ruby's house stands takes almost two hours even through the Toll.

Arriving at the pesantren courtyard, Fauzan stopped right in front of the courtyard of Kyai Abdullah's house. There are already several brothers who welcome the arrival of Ruby, including both parents Iqbal.

Ruby kisses the hand of Nyai Zubaidah, the mother of Iqbal. "Assalamu'alaikum, Miss Nyai."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, son. It's good to see you again." Nyai Zubaidah, touching Ruby's cheeks are pure white, "the bigger the more beautiful," he said.

"Thank you, Miss."

Ruby looked at the middle-aged man beside Nyai Zubaidah and clenched his two palms in front of his chest. "Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Kyai," said Ruby.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ruby." Kyai Marzuki, Iqbal's father.

"Monggo, come on in. We're talking inside." Kyai Abdullah embraces Kyai Marzuki and invites her into the living room of her home.

Nyai Hannah and Nyai Zubaidah followed behind. Ruby entered the house through the back door.

"Surprise!!"

Ruby was surprised to see a beautiful girl with shoulder-length hair sitting on her bed.

"Nara!!"

He ran to hug his best friend, they jumped up and down like a child who had just received a gift.

After they felt tired of jumping up and down and were satisfied cuddling, they sat on the edge of the bed.

"You've made it thanks to me for the surprise. I'm surprised you're here!" Ruby spoke with spirit. "Absolutely yes you just read whatsapp me? I thought you were busy taking care of your artist." Now his face turned upset.

Nara was very irritated by her attitude, "but I was really busy. This is how I left him, the balled-up shooting."

"Uuuch, I'm so moved." Ruby pinched both of Nara's cheeks.

Ruby and Nara have been friends since childhood. Nara lives right next to the Al Mukmin boarding school. From childhood they are both happy with the art field, maybe that's why they can be friends until now.

Nara is not from a wealthy family. Since graduating high school, Nara has worked while in college. He also dropped out of college. Because she wanted to continue her studies, Nara was forced to marry a man of her parents' choice so that her husband could fund her studies until graduation.

And for four years, Nara has been working as an assistant manager for one of the famous actors in Indonesia. Very envious of his friends, including Ruby.

The Adhan's voice from the pesantren Mosque began to echo, Ruby and Nara stopped their chat.

"Continue later, you pray first. I'm waiting here," said Nara.

"Yes, I live first Ra," Ruby said, leaving Nara in her room.

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