The Light of Love Pesantren
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A bright morning, but not as bright as the look of Azawi's face, this morning Pak Farhan invited Azawi to leave for cilacap, central Java to register at ihya ulumuddin boarding school, deliberately Mr. Farhan chose a boarding school that was very far from his residence, because he knew very well the character of his son, his son, he did not want Azawi to escape from the boarding school as Azawi had done before while still sitting on the bench of Junior High School, he was placed temporarily in his aunt's house in Bogor, Bogor, instead, she ran away because she did not feel at home living at the home of Aunt Rasya, the sister of her mother. Mr. Farhan doesn't want that to happen again.

Pondok pesantren ihya ulumuddin is the oldest pesantren cottage in central Java, many santri who have knowledge there, the pesantren hut has scored many santri berakhlaqul karimah, Mr. Farhan wants Azawi really can be a diligent child and proud parents. Pak Farhan also wants his son to memorize the Qur'an. Azawi will not be able to deny his father's wishes, he can only be a submissive child.

They immediately prepare to leave for the ride in a private car, in the car Azawi always just plug his typical face, but did not reduce his good looks, Azawi grew into a very handsome teenager, Azawi, she used to be an idol of her female friends, but Azawi always acted cold, she never dated and did not want him. although he was always pursued by women it did not make him arrogant, because indeed he did not like it at all.the woman who tried to approach him always refused, he always refused, Azawi is more focused on learning. his grades are always highest in his school first. used to be many friends - his friends who feel jealous of Azawi, because Azawi has always been an idol, because Azawi has always been an idol, but Azawi did not pemubrisnya at all, he did not like fights nor did he like debate.that figure Azawi, quiet, cold but rather stubborn.

"Azawi from earlier kok manyun continues to be a pity." asked Bu Fatma while patting her son's shoulder.

"No papa kok Ma, it's natural that Azawi feel upset?" azawi replied by turning his face away without seeing his mother speaking.

"Azawi be a jolly child, later your good looks fade how?" said Ms. Fatma who intends to melt the atmosphere.

"What the hell Ma, Azawi does not care, Mama and Dad also do not care about Azawi" said Azawi ketus.

"It's not that Mama and I don't care about you Azawi, but it's for your own good."

"For the sake of Azawi is not like how Ma, forcing Azawi to stay in the boarding house, not necessarily Azawi will stay there."

"Azawi you have to stay at home in the boarding school, I don't want to hear you make trouble there" said Pak Farhan who made Azawi even more upset.

"Yes." Azawi replied briefly. Because he did not want to argue with his father.For him it is useless because his father would never listen to the grievances that Azawi felt at this time.

"That's Dad's son."

Azawi feels tired with this trip, Azawi rarely goes outside the area, his father and mother go out of town for a vacation even rarely he wants to come, he said, Azawi does not like holidays that only spend money and drain energy, so he thinks he prefers at home, for his own sports at home, because sports equipment is very complete at home, he said, in the pesantren later must have felt very different for Azawi.

"Ma this when did he arrive anyway, really long?" asked Azawi while massaging her shoulder that was painful.

"Till soon, dear."

"OK." said Azawi briefly.

Ms. Fatma just shook her head in response to the indifference of her son.

Right at 13:00 pm they arrived at the ihya ulumuddin boarding school, before registering Pak Farhan to invite his wife and children to pray dhuhur first.

Selesei praying dhuhur Pak Farhan immediately invited his wife and son to meet the staff of the cottage to fill out the registration form.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Mr. Farhan and his wife and son said greetings to the staff of the boarding school.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warohmatullohi.."

"Please enter Sir, Buk.." said one of the cabin staff who takes care of the registration of new students.

"Yes thank you.."

"Begini sir, my arrival with my wife here, want to register our son Azawi to go here sir" said Mr. Farhan.

"Please fill in the registration form first yes sir." replied the cabin staff named Kang Rifa'i, Kang Rifa'i alumni of ihya ulumuddin boarding school as well. because of his intelligence and honesty, he was believed to teach at the boarding school.

"Well sir" said Mr. Farhan while thrusting a piece of paper registration form towards Azawi who was sitting near his Mama.

"Father alone is the one who ngisi." said Azawi who made Pak Farhan hold back anger.

"Azawi." said Mr. Farhan showed his frustration through his fierce face.

"Yes, Azawi has filled out the registration form" Azawi said.

Azawi had finished filling out the registration form of the boarding school, he had been officially accepted at the ihya ulumuddin boarding school, Pak Farhan was relieved to have registered his son at the appropriate boarding school. unlike Azawi, his heart is still covered with resentment because it cannot refuse his father's wishes, even though Azawi wants a formal school at a well-known High School in Jakarta, but his desire was contrary to the wishes of his father. Azawi only sighed to cover up her irritation.

"Thank you sir for receiving our son in this boarding school" said Mr. Farhan with a very happy face.

"Yes the same - sir, hopefully Azawi will be at home yes stay in the boarding house, santri - santri here all good - well sir, we as ustadz will also always monitor and take care of the son of the Father and certainly without distinguishing it from other santri." said Kang Rifai with a distinctive sweet smile.

Responded with a smile also by Azawi, his heart is currently very upset but Azawi still shows his sweet smile in front of the boarding school staff.

Azawi stepped her feet to get out first from the registration room. Because she felt herself pretending to be happy, this made her heart even more uncomfortable between Dad and the staff of the boarding school.

"Azawi came out for a while, Well, want to see - look at the neighborhood in this boarding school" said Azawi while greeting his father.

"Yes, you're careful, after that come back here again, you don't really understand the pesantren environment and don't make fun or intend to run away from here." said Mr. Farhan while furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yes calm aja Azawi nurut kok, do not su'udhon the same child himself" said Azawi

"Sir ustadz, I can see - look in the neighborhood pesantren cottage" said Azawi say goodbye to the staff of the cottage.

"Yes no papa, but do not pass through the crossbar located at the end there yes, it's the boundary between the princess boarding school with the princess boarding school" said Kang Rifai explained.

"Alright, I'm out first, assalamu'alaikum.."

"Wa'alaikumsalam warohmatullohi.."

"Okay this time I follow the will of Dad, whether I feel at home or not to live here, I just try to be a dutiful child, is not this what you want from me." murmured Azawi cirih. his heart began to soften.

"Cool here too."

"Assalamu'alaikum.." reprimanded one of the santri.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.."

"Sampean iki teko ndi to mas?" (which area are you from?) tanya santri named Azam with his pure Javanese accent.

"Hah.. sorry I don't understand lo language." Azawi replied with a chuckle, feeling not understand what Azam said.

"Oh you're from the city?" ask Azam again.

"Yes I'm from Jakarta." Azawi replied still with his indifference and cold attitude.

"I'm sorry I don't know if you're from Jakarta, introduce me Azam" Azam said.

"Lo thinks I want to know you, ogah times" said Azawi who said his words hurt Azam.

Azawi passed by without regard to Azam who wanted to get acquainted with him.

Azam was stunned to see Azawi's behavior was very indifferent and Azawi's words were not appropriate to be spoken by a santri, according to Azam.

Azam's close friend who listened to their conversation approached Azam.

"Sopo to cah kui Zam, how about sok sok an ngono yo?" (who the hell is that boy Zam, how is that his attitude?) tanya Nidzar is Azam's close friend

"I yo ra ngerti, jujak acquaintance even cynical ngono attitude e, most yo cah new kui." (i also do not know, in the acquaintance only even his attitude cynical that, so, maybe he's a new kid) Azam replied.

"Oalah. cah kota yo ngono kui attitude e, ra nduweni ethics." (Oh. city children yes like that attitude, natural do not have ethics.) said Nidzar annoyed with the attitude of Azawi who seemed haughty.

"Ojo, by the way, don't kabeh loh cah koyok ngono." (Don't say so, not everyone in the city has that attitude.) said Azam who did not justify the words of his best friend.

"Iyo yo, yo wis lah cah koyok ngono kui no need in cahno, marai emotion ae. most yo ra ngarah krasan manggon nang kene." (Yes yes, yes already kayak boy that is not necessary in the talk, make emotions alone.may not be at home also stay here.) said Nidzar who guessed Azawi will not be at home living in the boarding house.

"Ojo ngono to Dhar, dongakno wae mugo - mugo krasan." (Don't do it Dhar, do'ain aja hopefully at home) said Azam advised Nidzar.

"Supply Mr. Ustadz Azam Hasbullah." (Yes Mr. Ustadz Azam Hasbullah) Nidzar replied with his trademark smile.

While Azawi was still engrossed in seeing - look at the dormitory environment until he almost crossed the boundary between the prince's cottage and the princess's cottage. Azawi was astonished to see 3 santriwati who were joking with laughter near the boundary of the dormitory. Azawi was fascinated by the elegance of one of the santriwati that she looked at continued unceasingly. Unconsciously she Azawi had noticed the santriwati. her chest was pounding, only this time she was like this, this time she was like this, his cold demeanor seemed to be melting at the sight of santriwati in front of his eyes who looked very beautiful and graceful.

"Subhanallah is very beautiful and graceful of your creation, O Allah." said Azawi while still looking at the santriwati who amazed her.

The 3 students were shocked to see Azawi's expression watching them, they just ran into the princess dormitory. Azawi had lost sight of the sight that amazed him.

"Yahh. where is the santriwati, why did she run away, afraid to see me, strange." muttered Azawi Iirih.

Nidzar and Azam who saw Azawi almost passed the barrier of their dormitory just ran towards Azawi.

"Hi boy, do not do anything like this, it can be punished by Kyai if you are like that" said Nidzar loudly surprised

Azawis.

"You guys. why the hell, I do not say - say here, you guys are very nosy." said Azawi with a look of regret.

"Look Le, I explained yes to you, do not misunderstand me first, you are almost past the barrier between the dormitory son and the dormitory daughter, if Mr. Kyai know this, you are almost passing through the barrier between the dormitory son and the dormitory daughter, if Pak Kyai know this, you can be punished by Le." said Nidzar explained and advised Azawi.

"Le. my name is not Le, it's nice to change my name, my permission to bokap bokap I was if you want to change my name to Le, is not cool really" said Azawi annoyed.

"Oh, obviously Zam, I can't handle this boy." said Nidzar who held back his emotions because Azawi always acted cold and haughty.

"Le is a call that can be interpreted as a deck" Azam explained.

"Ahh I do not understand your language, now you guys move aside I want to go back to the registration room to find my bokap nyokap, not very comfortable I am here" said Azawi ketus against them.

"Yes, if you want to go back, go back there. We do not intend to block your way anyway, we are just reminding" said Nidzar.

"Yes, it's up to you" Azawi said as he passed leaving them to immediately head for the registration room.

"Based on the haughty boy." said Nidzar annoyed.

"Wis to Dhar ojo ngono is not slick." (it is Dhar, do not like that, not good) said Azam advising Nidzar.

"Regume Mr. Ustadz Azam."

"Lek ngono I did not ngadem semiluk, kui wis boy managed to gawe I was emotional." (if I wanted to calm down first, the boy had managed to make me hold back emotions.) said Nidzar passed away leaving Azam still standing near the barrier.

Azam followed Nidzar from behind and continued to recite.