The Light of Love Pesantren
Wounded
"ASTAGFIRULLOHALADZIM SAL" cried Nazwa making Salwa surprised
"what's the matter Naz?"
"motor kang disease will relapse again" said Nazwa while continuing to stabilize the old astrea motor that never lit
"soh earlier I tried it has been repaired if it can be gini again" said Salwa frustrated
"Bismilbornrohmanirohim" Nazwa menstater the old motor for the umpteenth time until finally the old motor can be re-lit
"fugitive way up Sal, here is very quiet" said Nazwa saw the surrounding there are no lights that light around them because the distance of the residents' houses can be said to be quite far
The sound of the old motor exhaust adorned the silence of the night with the light of the lights that began to dim inedible age makes Nazwa must be extra careful not to hit, so as not to hit, the howling sounds of dogs and other night animals began to be heard making Nazwa tighten his grip on the handlebar motor
When he reached the intersection of the bamboo tree Nazwa was surprised by two men with a burly body who pointed a machete towards them quickly Nazwa pressed the old motorcycle brake
"you raise your hands" said one of them as he aimed his cleaver at Nazwa and Salwa
"what's wrong sir?" nazwa asked without any fear
"hand out your motorbikes and valuables that you have right now" said the smaller body size
"oh, are you guys doing it?" nazwa foolishly asked
"you're a kid, don't be smart enough to be a quick kid to give up your motorbike to keep you safe"
"sorry sir, this bike is not mine, anyways what good you guys take this bike, the bike is old, damaged if sold for no price"
"right also the boss of this bike is old if we sell it is not profitable we boss" whispered begal skinny to the bigger body
"bodo is very important we get money, can fall our self-esteem as a begal if we let them both escape" he whispered
"so how is it, sir? you guys have no luck taking this bike" Nazwa said again
"we don't care about giving up the bike quickly"
"if I don't want to, sir?" ask Nazwa
"a lot of this talk is a child, just attack quickly" said the boss begal who is already emotional
"Naz let's run Naz, ana is afraid" Salwa said behind Nazwa's body while holding Nazwa's arm tightly
"let's be calm Sal, ask God for help, may we be safe" replied Nazwa to calm Salwa
"let's just attack I'm not afraid of you I'm just afraid of God"
"Bismilbornrohmanirrohim"
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plaques
srek
there were fights at the intersection Nazwa continued to try to fend off the attack of the cleaver directed by the begal, many times the sound of a machete rubbing against the rocks of the road creates a loud sound that makes the ear hurt to hear it
"Naz ana is scared" grabbed Nazwa's shirt
"don't be afraid of sal" Nazwa said while still attacking the begal with his feet
"shit strong as well as the boy" said the boss begal set his breath and felt pain in his chest because he was kicked Nazwa, seeing his men who had started battered he immediately took the machete that had fallen and
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he pointed the machete towards Nazwa and hit Nazwa's arm to make a deep enough wound, blood rushing from Nazwa's arm making Salwa more panicked
"astagfirullohalladzim Naz"
seeing Nazwa who slightly lost focus on his wound with stature so thin that immediately kicked Nazwa to make Nazwa's head hit hard enough on the sharp rocks at the intersection
"Astagfirullohaladzim Naz" said Salwa helped Nazwa stand but his back was immediately kicked by the boss begal made Salwa fall
"unnervous" shouted Nazwa with a mounting anger, he quickly woke up grimacing with pain in his arm that had lost enough blood.
Hahaha
both of them laughed with satisfaction to see Nazwa who was trying to get up
Nazwa who had emotions immediately attacked the two begal who were still laughing satisfied with blindly even the skirt worn had been torn fortunately he was wearing long pants that had been clean now was very dirty soil mixed with muddy soil due to rain
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the two legs fell to the ground with pain all over their bodies due to a sudden attack by Nazwa, Nazwa did not waste the opportunity quickly he immediately approached the snow that was standing near the motorbike
"is it okay Sal?" nazwa asked worriedly
"ana's back is a little sick Naz" ringis Salwa
"let's go quickly Sal, before they chase us again" Nazwa said
"anti can still bring Naz motorbike?, anti-wound arm" said Salwa worried
"didn't papa let's get on Sal quickly"
Nazwa is grateful that the old astrea motor can be turned on quickly he immediately runs it at high speed until the noise knows the motorbike pot enliven the atmosphere between magrib and isya in the rice field area of the village, the motor light that was dim now looks brighter, cold air feels piercing the skin, the wind that blew quite strong coupled with the blood that was still flowing in his arms made Nazwa grimace to withstand the pain and further strengthen his grip on the cold motor handlebar. Nazwa did not return to the pesantren but to his grandfather's house because he could not stand the air getting colder, if he continued keesantren he made sure he fainted in the middle of the road
"how are we here, Naz?" salwa asked puzzled while holding her back which was painful
"we went to Ana's grandfather's house first, Sal, if we go back to the boarding school now they must ask a lot of questions with us" replied Nazwa was taken by Salwa
"Assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumussalam" came the voice of a middle-aged woman answering greetings from inside the house
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"Astagfirullohaladzim" he was shocked when he saw Nazwa and Salwa standing at the door let alone Nazwa with a wound on his head due to the impact of sharp stones and blood still flowing in his arm, dirty clothes and a pale face
"Astagfirullohaladzim" he said stroking the chest
"Nazwa???" asked his grandmother confused, he could still recognize a little of the face of his favorite grandson even though it was filled with mud
"yes this nek Nazwa, outside the cold we are not given in?" nazwa asked with lips shaking in the cold
"astagfirulloh grandpa's granddaughter why is it like this? you why? where out? how not in pesantren? or maybe you run away from the pesantren" Nazwa was immediately attacked by various questions by his grandfather when he sat himself in the rattan chair in the living room
"astagfirulloh Nazwa's grandfather cleaned himself first, pity he's still cold"
"Nazwa invite your friends to the room, grandma already ready warm water clothes you are also still in the closet and here grandma treat the wound" said her grandmother in Nazwa berguki
"Nazwa grandparents are very good" said Salwa while combing her hair after they both finished bathing and praying isya
"he's like that Sal, oh yeah anti back still hurts?"
"not really, but what's Naz's anti-arm? anti-head was also injured" Salwa said seeing Nazwa with his hand on a bandage and his head injured by a sharp stone
"no papa is just a small wound" Nazwa replied casually
"Nazwa let's take your friends to eat" said her grandmother entering Nazwa's room
"yes grandma"
"let's eat first"
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The heavy rain fell again after the crash, the cold air was getting more and more pronounced, Nazwa and Salwa were sitting in the living room enjoying a cup of warm tea and sweet boiled sweet potatoes while his grandparents preferred to sit on the outside terrace
"Tonight we'll just do it here"
"What about dipesantren? ustadzah, Nadifa, Salwa and other friends must be worried" said Salwa while sipping warm tea from a cup
"oh yes anti-bener Naz ana forgot, just a minute call first" Nazwa said to a simple phone on the table
"somehow you do not memorize the ustadzah number" Nazwa said
"phone the boarding number aja Naz" said Salwa
"is it also not memorized, anti memorized Sal?" tanya Nazwa answered a nod by Salwa
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voice phone connected
"Halo Assalamu'alaikum's boarding school Nurul Hikmah" a man's voice sounded from across the phone
"Wa'alaikumussalam, ustadzah fathia no gus?" asked Nazwa who had recognized the voice
"Who is it?"
"this is Nazwa ustadzah"
"NAZWA" came the sound of Fathia's ustadzah screaming from across the phone
"where to now? anti not papa? anti go where do not go back ponpes?" questions immediately thrown ustadzah fathia also heard a noise around him
"Nazwa is not papa kok ustadzah, Nazwa same Salwa again at grandfather ana's house, tonight we nginep here ustadzah because it rains tomorrow morning we return to the ponpes" said Nazwa
"Alhamdulillah thank God that anti is fine, ustadzah worried from earlier Hana same Nadifa also nyariin you from earlier"
"we do not papa kok ustadzah if we do medicine mmm means to eat first yes ustadzah, Assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumusalam"
"huh.hampir ana keceplosan said treat wounds can be ustadzah more worried"
"tomorrow we will tell the story is back niece" said Salwa
"so this is how the story goes you two can get injured like this and you Nazwa wounds on your hands are really long" said his grandfather sitting intograsi both of them
Nazwa began to tell stories ranging from delivering invitations, rain, praying at the kamling post, and they were both blocked by the begal in the street
"so the story is kek, begal was lifting his machete and Nazwa's arm hit" explained Nazwa while showing his wound from above the elbow
"luck your wound does not get sewn, you must change the bandage frequently so as not to infection, do not forget to smear the oil of the medicine that you love to let the spit dry"
"grandmother same grandpa don't tell dad yes later he's angry"
"he is calm"
"keep Salwa okay?" ask grandma
"no pain just a little back pain"
"can there be a cup there?"
"yes the name is also human Naz, these difficult times they will do various ways to survive even if it is in a bad way, this action should be reported to the kades so that the lighting in the area there is also expanded so that people are not afraid if the night passes"
"how do you keep kang motors? why not cake?"
"no papa can still be on fire"
"there you two go to bed to wake up tomorrow morning" said the grandmother to the two of them
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