The Stain Behind Khimar
THE CHAPTER 19

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"Tadi Ummi called. Sorry Da, I'm presumptuous." Asma looked at Ida who was sitting while removing her hijab and socks.

"Father Asthma" said Ida with a smile.

"Ummi said, again on the way here." Ida looked at Asma with her eyebrows linked. Why would Ummi call her just to tell her that?

"Just like Reno." Ida mangosteen. Signifying already understood. There's no response other than that, because for him it doesn't matter. If the future husband is the one he loves, maybe he will be very excited and happy. Because he will meet the heart.

Different from Asthma. An uncomfortable feeling came to his heart. First, Zidan and Fatimah were also here. He was afraid that his past would meet here. At one point that made him confused how to act. He was afraid, how Reno Dwija Sanjaya was the same man as his last customer. Asthma takes a deep breath. Trying to neutralize the feeling of sadness that approached him.

"Why the hell?" Ida looked at Asma. He could see the look in Asthma's eyes that seemed very frightened and confused.

"Don't think too much about Asthma, you'll wear Khimar too. After all, if indeed he was the same Reno. Why does he remember you?"

Asma. Ida's right. While Ida, her eyes grew.

"Sorry Asthma, I don't mean that" Ida said in an uncomfortable tone. Not that she reminds her best friend that she doesn't deserve to be remembered because she's just a call girl. But his mouth was always faint-heartedly launching out heartlessly what was in his heart. Ida actually tried to make bad habits like this disappear from him. But to change the ingrained nature is not an easy thing.

"No papa, you're real." Asthma walked into the bathroom and closed the door there. Ida's right, a gentleman like Reno wouldn't remember a woman like her right? there was a bit of pain that he did not understand when he came to his own conclusions about this.

***

Adzan isya reverberated right when Reno cars entered the pesantren area. In addition to the good distance, he also often stopped at various stores. Buy a variety of things, from food to clothing. So that he just arrived and immediately parked his car.

Ummi took a friendly hand Reno, every santri or Ustad Ustadzah who met them already know. Reno is the eldest son of the Sanjaya family. Actually, the name Sanjaya is not very well known in this area. So rather they only knew Reno was Abi's son as well. The leader of this pesantren cottage.

Ummi and Reno continued to walk towards a modest house known as the house of the leader of the boarding school. Upon entering the house, Reno did not find her Abinya.

"Tell me again at the meeting of the chair of the foundation." Ummi explained with a smile.

"Now long time no meeting?" Ummi shook his head.

"I don't know for sure." Reno was grimacing slowly. Realizing he was like a boy who did not understand how usual if Abinya was close. Although this pesantren was founded with private money Dimas Dwija Sanjaya. But he continued to cooperate with the famous pesantren foundation throughout the country. This is common in the world of education.

"Ummi called Ida?" Ummi nods. His lips smiled as the look in the eyes of the son before him seemed to sparkle and asked about his future wife excitedly.

"Continue?"

"Reply answer Ummi's phone, the minister," Ummi said as he sat down to release his khimar and hijab. Reno stared at the pretty face though with that clear-looking frown with her sweet smiling lips.

"Who is Mi's name?" Ummi looked at Reno.

"Assynnya!"

"Pig!" Reno approached and greeted her Abinya. The reply from Abinya was not a hug but his right hand raised to gently slap his son's shoulders.

"kok chat. Let's get ready to pray Isya and taraweh in mushola." the man who was almost six-headed approached his wife. Ummi kissed the solemn back of her husband's hand. Then he got a friendly kiss on his forehead.

"If you are tired of rest, do not need taraweh first. Isya prayers are here." Ummi smiled and nodded.

"Yes, very tired," Reno lamented and sat down on the floor. Ummi shook his head and held back a laugh.

"Reno!" Abi pulled the arm of his eldest son. A little drag towards mushola.

"You're a man. Still young again. Don't be lazy to worship!" grumbled Abi with a dignified face. Reno chuckled softly. He was just teasing Abinya who always taught him. That the man should pray in the mosque.

In fact, the scholars agree that enforcing the five prayers of time in the mosque includes the greatest worship. However, they still disagree about the law, whether it is compulsory or not for men.

However, a strong opinion (strong) in this matter is that which states mandatory, but not as a valid condition of the prayer.

a Hadith of Abu Hurairah radhiyallahu ‘anhu narrated in the Shaih Muslim, which reads,

أَتَى النَّبِيَّ صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ رَجُلٌ أَعْمَى فَقَالَ يَا رَسُولَ اللَّهِ إِنَّهُ لَيْسَ لِي قَائِدٌ يَقُودُنِي إِلَى الْمَسْجِدِ فَسَأَلَ رَسُولَ اللَّهِ صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ أَنْ يُرَخِّصَ لَهُ فَيُصَلِّيَ فِي بَيْتِهِ فَرَخَّصَ لَهُ فَلَمَّا وَلَّى دَعَاهُ فَقَالَ هَلْ تَسْمَعُ النِّدَاءَ بِالصَّلَاةِ قَالَ نَعَمْ قَالَ فَأَجِبْ

“A blind man found the Prophet Shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam and he said, ‘O Prophet, I really do not have a guide who can lead me to walk to the mosque.’ Then he asked the Prophet Shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam to be granted leniency so that he could pray in his house, then he shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam allowed it. When the man turned away, he shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam called him and said, ‘Did you hear the prayer?’ He replied, ‘Iya.’ He also stated, ‘Then come!’”

So, based on the hadith above, it shows that blind youth alone is obliged moreover he and all Muslims in the world who were born with perfect senses and no defects whatsoever on his limbs.

***

All the santri seemed to be sitting relaxed on the terrace of the mushola with a happy face. Their habit after the taraweh prayer is to sit down to talk like this. Some of them seem not excited. Because tonight is their last night.

The santri are generally divided into several groups during Ramadan. It can be 4 or more groups. This year there are only 4 groups. Which means everyone is only required to do it for a week. Actually it is very permissible for I'tikaf more than the obligations that exist in the lodge. But there are some students who have to go home for some reason.

"Dad left again, so it must be nemenin mother," said Husein with resigned eyes. His father was a British national who had to go on business abroad. So he had to go home to accompany his mother for the rest of the month of Ramadan.

"His son really became Antum sein" chirped one of his friends named Putra.

"Yes, that's enough!" Wildan. He is a citizen's child here. Born into a simple and humble family. They are indeed a class 11 aliyah. This year, is their last year of fasting in the pesantren.

Husein clucked in annoyance. Everyone always thought he was lucky. He admitted, it is true he may be one of the lucky children because it was born from a family that is. But, because of that. His father always left. Don't have much time for him.

"Eh that's who the hell!" Husein followed the direction of the Son's eyes.

"That's Abi's eldest son. That woman is his future wife!" sahut Hussein.

***

"Sorry, you can't come to Antum's house."

"No papa," said Ida while smiling awkwardly. He began to feel uncomfortable when some of the men on the porch on the left end seemed to notice him and Reno.

Ida smiled with relief as Dhika approached them. Dhika must have understood that her brother needed her help. Even if they are getting married soon, they still have to keep boundaries.

The three of them engaged in ordinary small talk. Ida then decided to go back to the dormitory. He first came to Asthma who was washing the rest of the kitchen utensils that were still dirty after breaking the fast.

Ida and Asma then walked together to the dormitory. Asthma's hands are shaking. He saw that face. It is the same Reno. Several times he blinked his eyes. Trying to drive away the clear grain that will wet the netra.

There were footsteps behind them. Ida looked and knitted her brows when she saw Reno and Dhika. Reno aligns her steps with Ida.

"Whose name is Antum? How did you keep coming back?" reno asked as his eyes continued to stare at the woman next to Ida. Keep looking down with the khimar on his face.

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The Stain Behind KhimarTHE CHAPTER 19

The Stain Behind Khimar
THE CHAPTER 19