The Light of Love Pesantren
racecourse

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the door was kicked hard from the outside making Nazwa and Salwa hold their chests in surprise

"why the hell kicked the door, if it is broken anti want responsibility ha?"

"tau nih Hana"

"i am the first"

"just Hana"

"Nadifa"

"don't fight mutely"

"why do you run?"

"why ask? you two didn't come home from last night we were here worried, while anti says what? what is the anti-mind of our feelings?" cerocos Hana without pause

"loh emang ustadzah Fathia did not tell you?" nazwa asked them

"you know what?" Nadifa asked back

"still know that yesterday we went to Nazwa's grandfather's house because of the rain, we also mmmmhhhh" Salwa's mouth was immediately smothered by Nazwa's hands

"what are we too?"

"hehehe is okay"

"really, you can't lie about sin" Hana said suspiciously

"huhhhhhhhhhhh... so yesterday we went home with the invitation to continue in the middle of the heavy rain road we finally took shelter well it turns raining until the magrib we both pray magrib there continues to fit finished praying we continue the journey because the rain has subsided but in the middle of the road we are blocked equally" explained Nazwa at length

"astagfirulloh continues you two are not papa"

"not just a small wound at least tomorrow or the day after it has healed, you do not need to worry"

"yes, we're worried Naz, you're our best friends"

"oh yes I was horrified from Fitri he said will be held a race in the pesantren?" ask Salwa

"oh yes two more weeks there will be a race, well there will continue to be an individual race of the same group" replied Hana

"what if the four of us were in a singing competition?" nadifa

"Huh? does anyone?" ask Nazwa

"there, this year he said free to use any music from Islamic songs do not dangdut songs or the like" replied Nadifa

"eh, there's no musical instrument?"

"rich music what does anti-Naz mean? Hadroh? the marawis? the tambourine? qasida? or what?" ask Hana

"do you not mean that modern musical instruments are rich in guitar, piano, violin, is there?"

"if that's not knowing because we don't go to music so never go into the music room"

"why do you keep going to the singing race?" nazwa asked confused

"hehehehe.pengen try it, who knows we can win enough if we can get money" said Nadifa.

plaques

"dadoh"

"duitan eye" Hana hit Nadifa's head using the book she was holding

"what race is there?"

"anyway Naz, later anti-clay in the school mading" replied Hana and was taken by Nazwa

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the wind blew dropping dry leaves, the sunlight was still bright, the clock still showed at half-five in the afternoon, the sound of the hadrah team melted the hearts of the santriwati because of the appearance of Gus Fatih.

"ish much more" said Nazwa felt uncomfortable seeing the santriwati who he thought was excessive

"anti-jealous Naz?" noda Nadifa

"jealous what let's spit out later ustadzah angry, anti pairs of veil catapult"

"it must be elegant before the priest of the afterlife and his future family"

"treosssss"

"let's hope for reality"

"hah, it's up to anti Nad to the kitchen just exorbitant style anyways who try to see"

Nazwa and Nadifa went after Hana and Salwa to the ponpes kitchen because today their schedule helped Bi Ijah cook dinner for the santri

"what's the side dish tonight?" nazwa asked as she entered the kitchen

"anti Naz, greetings be polite" said Salwa

"hehehehe Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumussalam"

"so the side dish tonight what's bi?" nazwa asked while sitting on one of the chairs provided there

"Nazwa rather than anti-nanya side dish mending help ana cut tempe" said Hana

"if you've guessed it tonight's side dish is tempe again" Nazwa said holding his head

"it's not a problem not to like Nadifa but how to..."

"whatever there is to thank Naz because many people out there are not able to" said Salwa cut off the words Nazwa and Nazwa only scratched the nape of his head that does not itch

"Assalamu'alaikum bi"

"Wa'alaikumussalam nak Fatih"

"aunti told the same ummi to the house to help cook he said later tonight kyai husain the same family would come"

"but aunt still hasn't finished cooking here den"

"no papa, aunty to the house of Pak kyai only later we who fried know the same temple" said Salwa

"quiet aunt we can fry kok, guaranteed not to be bored" said Hana later

"later we also help bi" said Fikri, Ahmil and Agus who also entered the kitchen

"oh yeah, if that's how aunt stays"

"Nazwa anti aja fried next year we cut the rest of the temp to be finished quickly" said Nadifa and only embraced by Nazwa

srush

pltak pltak pltak

the sound of hot oil exploding when inserted tofu

"aaa" to Nazwa's surprise reflexes held something nearby

deg deg deg

"eh afwan Gus, reflexes" Nazwa instantly let go of his hands that were reflexively holding onto Fatih's shoulders and arms which were nearby due to Fatih's seat which was nearest from the stove

"is it okay?"

"eh no way"

"Nazwa if you enter slowly do not kayak the mosquito, let the oil is not splashed everywhere" said Agus

"who is also a mosquito, it becomes a rage if hot oil meets water, the same water oil can not unite but if the same hot oil is forced to unite, then hot oil is forced to unite, the water refused until it made such a noise, eventually the water relented and had to blend with the oil"

"aw a wonderful story" Ahmad clapped

"water can be likened to women and hot oil to men, so if women are forced to be with men who do not like it will fuss for a moment but women will prefer to succumb and eventually they can be together" explained Nazwa at length

"the philosophy will discuss later, a pickle of one know that was anti-entry, was already empty" said Gus Fatih

"Jeez, huh good for just one"

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Full moons dot the night sky with millions and even billions of stars and planets of all shapes and sizes, forming a wide variety of constellations that appear as diamonds shining on a dark night

"eh we see the various kinds of competitions first yuk" invited Nadifa to his best friend when they had finished depositing memorization in the ponpes mosque

"this is the night, Nad, tomorrow alone mading ponpes will not be lost, anyone who wants to steal mading as there is no work" said Hana

"but ana was curious Han"

"what curious?" ask Nazwa

"what a race there is"

"have seen it tomorrow, anyway why did not look at it this morning just like at school"

"there's no Han"

"yes, come on but cepet ana is sleepy" said Nazwa

"huh good thing the ponpes lamp has not been killed the same as kang ujang" said Hana saw the lights in each corridor that is still on

"want to be afraid, Han?" noda Nadifa

"have not asked a lot there, see, ana is sleepy"

"yes patient Han"

"where is the trade?" ask Nazwa

"pulled next to the teacher's room"

"it's so dark here"

"yes it's also the night Han, if light is day"

"that's not what dodol means" Nazwa hit Nadifa's head lightly

"it's over there, I'll see"

"wowh"

"already? come back and sleepy" when Nazwa passed the teacher's room he was surprised by someone who suddenly opened the door from the inside wearing all white clothes

"HANTU" shouted Nazwa loudly and immediately ran followed by his friends without clearly seeing the figure

"astagfirullohaladzim santriwati, can-can think of a ghost" said the figure who was none other than Gus Rayhan who just took some files that were left behind in the teacher's room.

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Sorry if the flow is not connected, many typo🙏🙏🙏