The Light of Love Pesantren
Nurul Hikmah

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"Assalamualaikum" Nazwa immediately entered the house after putting his favorite motorcycle in the garage

"Wa'alaikumussalam" answered his mother who sounded from the kitchen "so you do not scream" continued his mother as she headed to the dining table carrying food from the kitchen

"yes after mom, yelled wrong not yelled wrong mother wants gimanasih" annoyed Nazwa while taking off his shoes.

"yes fight a kek gini, do not habit of shouting is not clear"

"oh yes dad is the same brother where mom" asked Nazwa dizzy looking for the whereabouts of his father who was not seen in the guest room

"Your brother's father is again in the study"

"oh yaudah if that's how I entered the room first" Nazwa passed up the stairs

"bathing, the magrib prayer continues to go down to dinner" his mother shouted from the dinner table

"i'm full mom, I've eaten meatballs the same way"

The door of the room opened, Nazwa looked around his room, a room that was always a silent witness when he was in a state of joy and sorrow

His gaze stopped in the left corner of his room there is a piano, guitar and violin that is often likened to him. Yes, Nazwa has a hobby of playing music. He pitched his legs sitting in the front seat of the piano while pressing the keys creating a beautiful musical rhythm.Every pressed key as if to tell his heartbreak, he rubbed the corner of his watery eyes recalling every memory in his room. "come on you strong Nazwa you can definitely" he said encouraging himself.

Nazwa passed to the bathroom cleaning his body that felt sticky after that performing the magrib prayer and reading the Qur'an while waiting for the time isya while muroj'ah memorized it, Nazwa is a memorizer no one knows even his family, even if he tells no one will believe because of his misbehavior. The melodious sound of the holy verse of the Qur'an reciting makes his mind and heart calm. After finishing the prayer isya he did a little while and tidied up his prayer equipment.

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the door of the room opened, Nazwa who was sitting in bed playing his phone turned his eyes to his mother who had just entered.

"why mother?" Nazwa was surprised to see his mother carrying two suitcases

"help you finish your clothes to be brought to the school tomorrow" said his mother carrying two suitcases in front of the closet.

"two suitcases ma'am?" nazwa was surprised

"yes, your clothes won't be there enough"

"god mom, lost the same people who want to go out of the country, and I thought TKW again brought a lot of suitcases, it's enough aja"

"don't say much you accept it, you better help mom packing your clothes don't usually just comment" said Nazwa's mother while putting clothes in the suitcase.

"yes ma'am, tomorrow I leave wearing what clothes ma'am?"

"wear any game, anyways you are still a new student"

"if I miss mom, dad, how are you?" the tears that had been held back finally wanted to spill as well

"yes call, you ask permission later with the lodge manager" said his mother hugged Nazwa "where diligent study ya want to make the same mother proud father" continue his mother again and Nazwa just nods in his mother's arms.

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The dawn began to appear on the eastern horizon as the day was ready to begin. Everyone from the common people until the officials prepare to search for the rezki that the divine has entrusted. A girl with a blue dongker robe and a matching hijab was watching the beautiful orange color on the east side with the lights of residents who were still burning from the balcony of her room. The morning breeze blows slowly carrying cold air as if to be a test of the earth's population in the morning whether to continue dreaming or wake up to realize a dream.

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the door opened making the girl look over

"bang sat" Nazwa said, surprised to see his brother enter his room.

"if you call my name not half-middle, not very polite you" said his brother while sitting near Nazwa while Nazwa was only grinning.

"what branch is here?"

satria was silent for quite a while after that exhaled her breath "hahhhh"

"gue will miss lo deck, no more fighting with me, no more adek me who is naughty, no more the sound of lo screams that make the occupants of the house earplugs" satria said while hugging her beloved sister.

"the branch isn't there if you need deck help, so you take good care of yourself there" the knight still hugged Nazwa while rubbing his watery eyes.

"kok lo so mewek gini anyway bang, fitting I've gone new you realize, yesterday-yesterday fitting at home you ngajak I gelud mulu"

Satria was upset then took off his embrace "damaged the atmosphere aja lo ah"

"uh"

"want how else to bang if you've already acted"

"gue is sure you want the best for you, every parent wants the best for their child" Satria said, stroking her head covered in a headscarf and Nazwa nodded

"let's go down, I've called for breakfast so let's go"

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The car drove across the road, the clock still showed at half-seven but the vehicle had started to solid. Nazwa spread his gaze to the road watching the people who started to move through the car glass.

"later Nazwa if there learn the real yes son" his father's words made Nazwa look ahead. They deliberately did not bring the driver, Satria who drove and his father sat beside the wheel. Nazwa was sitting in the back with his mother.

"dad" said Nazwa softly as he held the father's hand and nodded his head.

Nazwa had been asleep for almost an hour and a half but had not arrived. He opened the window of the car watching around him rubbing his eyes to ensure his vision.

"that's a grandfather's house" pointed Nazwa at a brown stilt house with architects like the house in ancient times, in the house there is a seat made of bamboo and filled with various kinds of flowers and fruits.

"yes it's the grandfather's house, the father deliberately chose the boarding school from here because the word pesantrennya good grandfather, Nazwa can also often look at grandfather if the holiday" explained his father

"we went to grandpa's house first?" nazwa asked the father who was still watching his grandfather's house from the car window.

"no, immediately kepesantren aja because soon want to arrive, no, grandparents are also not at home, said grandfather yesterday went to the next village later if Nazwa wants to go to the grandfather's house is not too far from pesantren" said his father.

"kok I didn't know there was a boarding school often at grandfather's house?"

"lo aja busy kebon same grandfather, never nanya" explained his brother to Nazwa who was confused

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The car entered a large black gate with the inscription "Nurul Hikmah" on the ceramic-coated wall beside the gate. The security guard who served at the gate smiled when he saw Nazwa's father it seemed like he often saw him. Nazwa looked around not too crowded, only santri who sports in the field while others seemed to be studying in class. The car is parked in front of the house that looks like the owner of the cottage. Dad got out of the car followed by Satria and her mother and was immediately greeted warmly by the house people. Nazwa was reluctant to get out of his chair.

"Nazwa let's come down" said his mother made Nazwa according.

"Assalamualaikum, welcome to our boarding school pak heroun" said the man wearing a white robe, turban and holding a prayer beads in his hand accompanied by a middle-aged woman who still looks beautiful

"wa'alaikumussalam pak kyai" replied the father, shaking hands while the woman cupped her hands in front of the chest while shaking hands with the father and Satria.

"Nazwa salim used to be the same pak kyai and his wife"

Nazwa who was confused nodded and shook hands.

"this is the son of the hero who wants to go, very beautiful" praised Pak Kyai's wife when she saw Nazwa.

"thank you teacher eh ustadzah" he said patting his mouth slowly.

"call ummi fatimah just like santri here, this ummi husband call abi Rahman" explained ummi fatimah with a smile.

"yes ummi" Nazwa answered

They are welcome to come in and sit in the guest room.

"so as I said yesterday I intend to leave my daughter here Pak Kyai" Mr. Wiraguna opened the conversation.

"of course sir, we gladly accept your daughter as santri diponpes this"

after talking for a long time, I said goodbye to Pak Kyai.

"Nazwa here studied diligently yes son, do not misbehave to listen to the words of ustadz and ustadzah here" explained Nazwa's father while kissing his daughter's head while Satria took out two suitcases from the trunk of his sister's car.

"Nazwa wants to come home with me, Nazwa does not want to go, Nazwa is afraid" said Nazwa hugged the father tightly

"nazwa has learned that the real ntar is also accustomed" said Nazwa's mother stroked her daughter's head.

"deck not naughty later you punished cleanin bathroom, continue to suddenly turn off closed door lights heard the sound of laughing hihihi, immediately fainted deh lo" said Satria scares his sister and makes Nazwa strengthen his embrace to his father.

"Satria.." mom hit Satria on the head slowly "too much watching your horror movie, don't kidutin"

"peace deck" the knight raised two fingers

"we go home first, son, study hard" said his father leaving Nazwa to get into the car followed by his mother and the knight after shaking hands.

"let's not be naughty lo deck" Satria said once again before completely closing the car door

Nazwa just kept silent while looking at his father's car that was getting away.

"Nazwa let's ummi between your rooms all around the ponpes, ummi introduce to the teachers here" ummi fatimah touched the shoulders of Nazwa who had been silent.

Nazwa nodded and dragged two suitcases at once

" here ummi help bring it"

"thank you ummi, because my mother bothered like her son wanted to be a TKW only" Nazwa smiled and gave a suitcase to ummi fatimah

"it's a sign of the mother's affection for her child, does not want her child to lack anything" ummi fatimah smiled at the words of Nazwa.

"Grandmother" a boy of about six years old wearing black and white clothes with agility approached ummi fatimah and Nazwa.

"what are you doing here, not studying?"

"take a book, miss the house" said the boy "oh yes this brother who's the granny?" point it at Nazwa

"this is the name of Nazwa santriwati brother new here, Nazwa introduce this ummi grandson named Aziz" replied a smile by Nazwa

"quickly grab your book and go back to class" quickly the boy went running.

"he's ummi's first grandchild, ummi's son there are three, the first daughter is married, the second son is currently in college in Egypt, and the youngest ummi boy is still second grade aliyah just like you" Nazwa just nodded listening, his mind at this time still does not believe that he is a santriwati.

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