The Victimized Youth of the Ponpes
Come Daddy
After Maghrib prayers congregate in Pondok Mosque, as usual a santri always multiply dhikr together. Farhan was seen in the second shaf of the Mosque and there were 4 Ustadz who had fought with Farhan this afternoon, one of whom had lost to fight with Farhan over long distances.
The four of them were right behind Farhan and solemnly reciting. Every now and then, their gazes looked forward and immediately lowered their heads as they sensed an extremely powerful aura surrounding Farhan's body.
"In the future I will not offend that person again. It's so creepy."
"Don't look him in the eye if you want to survive."
"O Allah, protect your servant."
The three Ustadz communicate through telepathy so that their voices do not disturb the students who are thinking.
"Dad?" from behind the veil of the ikhwan and akhwat prayer, there was a little girl who was calling her father in a small voice while looking for the place where the brothers were looking for her father. None other than that girl is Syifa.
Syifa walked slowly from the place of prayer to the place of the Brotherhood, looking for Farhan. Politely, he asked permission from the santri Ikhwan he passed to walk forward and look for his father.
After walking to the front shaf to look for the father, Syifa stopped near one of the Ustadz and held the shoulder of the Ustadz with her left hand. Ustadz Fikri became very frightened because Syifa was very close and held his shoulder.
"Oh my God, please keep me away from this child. I have no evil intentions, really," inner Ustadz Fikri was terrified.
"Do you know Syifa's father?" syifa asked in a soft and polite voice to Ustadz Fikri.
"Astaghfirullah, your father, in front of son," replied softly Ustadz Fikri slightly trembling.
After hearing the answer from Ustadz Fikri, Syifa looked ahead and searched carefully for the father she was looking for by looking one by one the brothers who wore white clothes in the row right in front of her.
"Dad," said Syifa happy to find the father. He walked straight ahead to approach his father.
"Huh, huh, huh, Astaghfirullah Hal'adzim. Though the little boy just held my shoulder but why do I feel depressed huh?!" said Ustadz Fikri was relieved because Syifa was away.
"Eh, Syifa? Whynot? Why don't you come with Mama?" said Farhan who was none other than Syifa's father.
"Syifa wants to come with me" said Syifa with teary eyes.
"Yes-yes, husst, diem noisy. Here sit with dad," said Farhan hinting Syifa to stay calm and downplay his voice.
Syifa slowly leaned her head on the lap of the father while following her father who was chanting dhikr. Towards the do'a together, Syifa slowly changed her position to sleep in Farhan's lap. Syifa slowly closed her eyes and slept on her lap.
"Alhamdulillah the prayer ring I gave Syifa worked well. His bracelet in the right hand is Insha Allah will protect Syifa from the jinn's interference possessed by the bastards, "inner Farhan stroked softly Syifa's head.
"Pity, maybe Syifa is also still exhausted from playing continuously from last afternoon. Drowsiness, sleepiness.it is very funny to sleep.. This anxious child," the inner Farhan slightly stroked Syifa's cheeks covered with niqob.
After praying and dhikr together, Farhan held Syifa and immediately went outside the mosque. On the terrace of the mosque, Farhan met Dinda who was looking for Syifa.
"Well, Mom, Syifa is like you?" ask Dinda.
"Yes, that was when Syifa suddenly entered the Brotherhood area and immediately attacked me" replied Farhan.
"Sorry, Mas Farhan. I can't take care of Syifa" said Dinda.
"It's okay, Syifa is not noisy and not fussy. He slept until now" said Farhan.
Dinda smiled with relief because Farhan was not angry with him but instead was happy to hold Syifa who was asleep. Farhan was able to stroke Syifa's head and slightly massage her because she felt that Syifa was tired. Farhan also gave Syifa to Dinda to be taken home to Pak Kyai's house and rested in the room. Farhan was relieved that Dinda did not go alone.