The Light of Love Pesantren
Raining

Cloudy clouds blanketed the afternoon sky, the santri had raised clothes in fear of rain, Nazwa and Salwa rushed back to the cottage after sweeping the courtyard of Abi Rahman's house.

"ustadzah why?" asked the two of them when they saw Fathia's corpse pacing back and forth in front of the gate of the house

"ustadzah again waiting for Agus with Fatih, send nganter invitation to Pak Ali's house"

"Whose Pak Ali?" nazwa asked confused

"Pak Ali is the head of the village here, Ustadzah want to tell them to invite to study at Kyai Husain boarding school, because if Pak Ali's morning is rarely at home"

"tomorrow or ustadzah" said Salwa

"the invitation is tomorrow at 9, Agus and Fatih where the hell? let's not forget them again"

"if we are the anterin ustadzah" Nazwa said

"concerned about Naz's house?" ask Salwa

"is it the same anti-Sal we go together, what about ustadzah?"

"you santriwati this afternoon again it looks like it will soon rain" said Ustadzah Fathia worried

"is the house far sal?" nazwa asked salwa

"the house of the pack of kades is quite far from the ponpes about a kilometer from here"

"oowh, here we are just the ones who nganter ustadzah"

"but soon it's like Naz's test, it's cloudy"

"overcast does not mean rain ustadzah better here we used to nganter, besides this seems to be still at half five hours just because it is cloudy to look dark"

ustadzah Fathia thought for a while and went back to talking"he's already, but you're careful not to speed too much" he said handing over a neatly wrapped invitation with hesitation

"na'am ustdazah, we go first assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumussalam be careful on the road"

"na'am ustadzah"

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"eh Sal we borrow a motorcycle kang ujang yes"

"motor kang ujang has not been on strike often, right?" ask Salwa doubtfully

"it seems that it's not, it was repaired yesterday the same kang ujang, anyways we want minjem the same motor who else if not kang ujang?" nazwa is taken by Salwa

"Assalamu'alaikum" they said greeting while in front of the post kang ujang

"Wa'alaikumussalam"

"can't you borrow the bike?"

"what's neng doing?"

"canterin invitation to Mr. Ali's house for a moment"

"it's going to rain, you're going to rain"

"it's just a moment kok kang, anyways still cloudy yet rain, it's cloudy not necessarily rain" replied Nazwa

"this is the ujang aja nganter, you are santriwati loh"

"work kang ujang much, later if kang ujang go who keep pesantren who?" ask Nazwa

kang just thought for a moment and then nodded

"yes, this is the key you are careful on the road" said kang ujang handed over the key of the motorbike

"kang kang motorbike has not broken down again?" ask salwa doubtfully

"god willing, I tried yesterday" replied kang ujang

"oowh then we go first to assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumussalam be careful on the road"

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"where is this Sal?" nazwa asked as they exited the boarding school

"straight Naz, turn left at the front bamboo tree intersection" Salwa replied

Nazwa started the old astrea motorbike and left the boarding area, cloudy clouds covering the afternoon sky making it seem like it was night when the clock was still showing at half-five in the afternoon, the farmers came home early to rest their tired bodies after a long day of working under the ground.

"eh it's the house of grandfather ana Naz" pointed Nazwa on a house stage that is quite spacious with a variety of flowers that grow to decorate the yard of the house

"that's anti Naz's grandfather's house?" salwa asked surprised

"na'am"

"he is a good person often help the surrounding residents and often even donate if there are events in the ponpes" explained the salwa made Nazwa just smile

"it was in his house in front of Naz" Salwa pointed at the house with a wooden fence that looks wider than other residents in the vicinity

"Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumussalam"

"Sir Ali is there a ma'am?" ask Salwa politely

"Sir Ali if this hour has not come home son Salwa, still take care of the citizens' letters what is it?" ask the mother who is none other than the wife of Mr. Kades

"we're just here to do this"

"oh invitation to study"

"if we say back to the ponpes first ma'am later rained" said salwa kissing tanga bu kadea followed by Nazwa

"yes, you're carefully on your way"

"Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumussalam"

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drizzle began to pour down the earth, billions of drops of water descended from the sky getting bigger and heavier

"Well, shall we stop or continue?" nazwa asked as she rubbed the dripping rainwater blocking her view

"stop Naz, the rain is heavy" Salwa said

Nazwa put the old astrea motorbike in a fairly quiet kamling post because the distance is quite far from the homes of residents, only the expanse of yellowing rice was ready to be harvested and the sound of birds chirping home signified that the day would turn night

"is this really quiet, Sal?" nazwa said while rubbing her two cold palms

"it will be magrib Naz, yes surely the farmers have returned home, usually they come here at night to watch the water of their rice fields" explained Salwa possessed by Nazwa

"it seems like we want this magrib Sal, we just broke through the test how?"

"don't Naz drive in the rain"

"but later if we're late back to ponpes how?"

"ustadzah must have known it was raining"

thirty minutes passed and there was no sign of rain coming down and the rain was falling more and more, Nazwa and Salwa were still faithfully waiting. After a while the rain subsided followed by the sound of azan heard from various mosques and prayer rooms

"the rain subsides Sal, but have we prayed first or continue the road?" ask Nazwa

"sholat ala Naz, better pray at the beginning of time because we do not know what will happen in the future" Salwa replied

"but we don't bring the mukena"

"wear the hijab can be Naz, it is anti-length hijab as long as it can cover the entire aurat" explained Salwa

finally they both perform magrib prayer at the camp post with ablution using rain water that still fell from the roof, with a bamboo gust of wind blowing sepoi bring cold air blow their hijab.

"Finally the rain also subsided Naz" said Salwa when they finished praying magrib

"so cool air, if you finish testing" Nazwa spread his hands breathing the distinctive aroma of the soil moistened with rain water with a cool breeze blowing

"ASTAGA SAL" Nazwa shouted in surprise to Salwa

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Many typos

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