The Light of Love Pesantren
Zahras

Shady mango trees with so dense fruit decorate the yard of the house, birds chirping sound unpretentious from one tree to another, droplets of dew fall from the leaves soaking the ground

A girl stood in front of her bedroom window, looking at the expanse of rice with rice that began to turn yellow ready for harvest, glimpsed in black name tag with golden writing in it that read 'Nazwa Azzahra D.' and a silver prayer beads with a beautiful engraving of the name of God on every grain

He already knew, if he was not the biological child of this family, Ms Reni who took care of him said that he was found by the beach when he went to deliver her husband's provisions to go to sea, and that name tag was the only clue he could find out her name

But sometimes he is confused, what is the extension of the letter 'D' at the end of his name, is it his surname or his long abbreviated name?

He took a deep breath and exhaled violently, there were some things that he thought were strange, he once helped treat patients in the village clinic because the doctor was not able to attend that day and strangely he could remember clearly the name of the drug, the dose, even every disease experienced by the patient, he said, although it was doubtful but it turned out that the treated people managed to recover without any effect, the residents began to believe and since then he began working there to help the doctors even without a doctor's degree attached to his name

Sometimes, he tries to remember his past events but only blurry memories appear that make his head hurt

He once told the doctor about his amnesia at the clinic which happened to be said to be the best university graduate from the city, and the doctor suggested that he go to the hospital in the city, which he said, for further examination due to more sophisticated medical equipment there. However, he has not done that until now because of the limited costs he has, he does not want to add to the burden of parents who have been kind enough to take care of him and treat him like their own children

"Sister Zahra let's hurry" shouted a ten-year-old boy wearing a black peci, white cocoa shirt and black batik gloves disperse the girl's mind

"Propay Zikri, it's still eight o'clock exactly what time is written on the invitation?" he said when he saw the clock on the smartphone he bought with the results of his work from the health clinic

"Sister how the hell, the invitation is written at half-nine, but the distance of the house with the ponpes is almost half an hour, later if it's too late"

"Later to leave at half-nine" the girl replied casually

"What's? What is Zahra? Do you know it's getting late?" The boy sounded annoyed

"Listen yes Zikri according to Indonesian customs or rather the majority of Indonesians if they say half-nine is half-ten, do you understand?"

"Huh? Why that? Is that not time discipline?"

"Why are you asking my sister? Just ask the person who made the rules"

"So, brother, do not imitate others is not one of the keys to success is the discipline of time"

"Yes let's go, remember never imitate the bad habits of people like this try to always leave on time" commemorate the girl in peach hijab while removing the motor matic from the gate of his house

"Wasn't her own brother that late?" The boy's lips

"Listen yes, that was the name of the brother telling you let's know later you send an invitation so as not to get upset when people come late and you get angry"

"As for the big brother" said the boy and immediately boarded his brother's motorcycle

"Our mother left first, Assalamu'alaikum" they said

"Wa'alaikumussalam"

"Your feelings have said departing from earlier but not moving at all" said a mother of about forty years old and only replied to a grin by the two of them

The white matic motorbike drove through a village road full of soil and rocks because the road construction project was still running in half

"ZAHRA" shouted a young man in white cocoa and a dark blue sheath who appeared to be hastily walking towards them

"What?" the girl had to stop her motorbike

"I just want to give this" he said, handing over a gift wrapped in black plastic

"the stadium is missing" continued the young man again

"thank you Bang Rasya, Brother Zahra often forgets" said Zikri took the parcel

"what's wrong is not clear" replied Zahra ketus

"don't look at Zahra, how will you be?"

"Not long by the way? we are in a hurry" said Nazwa without any intention to hit the young man who was beside him

"that's it, keep your eyes on the heart there"

"not clear" said Zahra

"Assalamu'alaikum" Zahra and Zikri said their greetings before leaving

"Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful on the road"

"Sir Zahra why the hell not nerima Bang Rasya, when he is good, handsome, devout worship, well established, and also educated people, what lack of try?" ask Zikri in the middle of the trip

"You're a child, you don't know anything yet don't interfere in adult affairs" Zahra replied as necessary

"is"

After a journey of almost half an hour, they finally arrived in front of the gate that read 'Nurul Hikmah'

Zahra looked at the large gate and suddenly his head felt dizzy like there was a vague memory coming into his head, he stopped his motor for a moment before entering the gate

"Cock stop here, brother? parked inside, later if the motorbike is lost how?" babble Zikri

"yes, take it" Zahra replied by enduring the pain in her head

"Zikri wait for brother here first, brother wants to park, do not run around here danger" said Zahra and only replied to a nod by Zikri, but shortly after that Zikri was no longer seen there

"Where did the boy go?" tanya wildly watched around, until her netra caught her brother who was talking to a stranger, without thinking he immediately approached her because he thought the person was scolding his sister

"Zikri already Brother Zahra said do not run, wait for brother first" he said worriedly to his sister

"tadi Zikri want to greet Anton classmate Zikri, so run, uh instead accidentally hit people"

"do you apologize anyway? that guy's not angry, is he?"

"no really"

"the next time don't be like that, danger" Nazwa and Zikri's memory just nodded

"Don't just nod, but also horrify"

"yes yes, quickly we enter, soon the event begins" When just about to step foot, a sound of someone in front of them makes them stop

"Nazwa" said the two middle-aged parents made Zahra sculpt because they called her first name, and she felt a strange feeling in her, then a vague shadow appeared in her head making her feel sick

"Who is it?" ask her in a slow tone

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