The Victimized Youth of the Ponpes
Getting Out of Punishment After a Long Time

That afternoon after eating together, Farhan and Pure Mother also prayed Dzuhur congregated at home. Because the distance from the Pure Mother's house to the Mosque is very far, Pure Mother also has no vehicle to ride to go to the Mosque.

Pure Mother was very happy because the prayers were congregated with Farhan, because the family of Pure mother who was left was only Wulan, Pure mother's husband had died when Wulan was a child.

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At 1pm, Pure's mother asked Farhan to help feed the chicken. Farhan was happy to help Pure's mother.

Sometimes Pure's mother also told Farhan about herself and Wulan, and now the atmosphere began to be comfortable and calm. Farhan wasn't as awkward at lunch,,,, though,,,

The chicken raised by Pure's mother is quite a lot, but the chicken also does not belong to Pure's mother, but belongs to her brother who is not at home.

Since all the chickens had been fed, Murni and Farhan's mother sat together on the patio chair...

"Pure Mother at home alone,, do you not feel lonely?", asked Farhan.

" To be honest it is lonely, son Farhan, yes, how else?", replied Pure's mother.

"Mommy will not go to Ponpes Miftahul Huda with me?, later, you can meet her mother's child there" said Farhan without hesitation.

A single grandmother of Pure Mother fell silent as she looked at Farhan, then lowered her head.

" Hmm, I don't know, Farhan boy. I was afraid that Wulan would be ridiculed by her friends because she was just like her mother" said Pure Mother.

"In Ponpes Miftahul Huda, there are no santri who tease each other, ma'am, all santri najai are the same,, living independently together, and if Mother is in the cottage, and if she is in the house, surely Wulan is very happy, especially you guys have not met for a long time, right? ", said Farhan.

" Hmm, if you go to Ponpes Miftahul Huda, will Mr Kyai be angry?", asked Pure's mother hesitated.

"For what anger,, even Mr. Kyai the owner of the cottage in accordance with me because I am his nephew, ", said Farhan.

" Hihi, instead of going back, son Farhan, is not it you who should obey Mr Kyai? ", said Pure Mother laughing.

"But that's a fact ma'am, my uncle, Mr. Kyai Hashim is very similar to me, not really, but what I'm talking about he definitely believes, " explained Farhan.

"Mother was shocked when Nek Farhan said that son Farhan is Pak Kyai's nephew" said Murni's mother.

" It's no wonder my mother was surprised, before I came here, I told my uncle to take my mother to live in the Miftahul Huda Ponpes, and he agreed to her,, ", and he agreed,,, ", farhan.

" Hmm,,,, "

"Mom don't answer now, ", said Farhan.

Pure Mother smiled and stood up, and,,,

" Huff,, I'm sleepy son, I want to take a nap first huh,, is it okay to Farhan mother stay?" said Murni's mother.

"No matter what, ma'am, if you sleep, please mom take a nap, I'm okay" said Farhan.

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...*Huda Pes Miftahul*...

After the Dzuhur Prayer, Mr. Kyai called Rohman.

"Rohman,, the spirit that you just stored in the office hall right?", asked Mr. Kyai.

" Yes Mr. Kyai, I have kept it there" replied politely Rohman.

" O Allah, I should not punish Rohman for cleaning up the old storehouse of the cottage in the forest" said Mr. Kyai.

For a moment Mr. Kyai remembered the first time he met Rohman, at that time Rohman was only a child who lived alone.

Little scavenging and starving on the side of a big road, little kid trying to make money to buy rice to eat,,,, that's,,,

Mr. Kyai also brought Rohman to the cottage to be treated and given guidance of religious knowledge, and all facilities provided for Rohman free.

"Rohman, from now on you don't have to clean the warehouse anymore, ", said Mr. Kyai.

" Gi how is Mr Kyai?", asked Rohman hesitated by Mr. Kyai's words.

"You are no longer legal, I allow you to become Ustadz again in Ponpes Miftahul Huda" explained Mr. Kyai.

How happy Rohman was when he heard the words of Mr. Kyai who freed him from the punishment, the punishment he had lived for many years. Rohman cried and immediately hugged Mr. Kyai...

"Thank you Mr. Kyai, thank you very much, ", said Rohman happily.

" Yes Rohman, already dong do not cry, shame later seen other santri, fortunately this mosque only has me as you" said Pak Kyai calm Rohman.

"I am Mr. Kyai".

Rohman took off his embrace from Mr. Kyai and cleaned his tears, Rohman's happiness could not be hidden,, he looked very happy.

And Mr. Kyai himself shed a few tears at the sight of the overjoyed Rohman,, he said,,,

" O Allah, seeing the happy Rohman as he is today, I remember when he was a child, he was very happy when he first entered the cottage, he was very happy to be able to teach,,,,,, he was very happy to be able to teach,,, and his first friend was Farhan, they had been friends since childhood", inner Mr. Kyai.

"You can still play Rohman? ", ask Mr. Kyai.

" Hmm, In Shay'ah Allah can still be Mr. Kyai", replied Rohman still smiling.

" You always play the hadroh beside Farhan when the gig first, and now I want to play the same hadroh you, let's go to the akhwat hall to take a new hadroh", said Mr. Kyai stood up and headed for the exit of the Mosque.

At once Rohman was silent, he was very surprised to hear Mr. Kyai wanted to play the hadrah with him, because the first one who taught Rohman to play hadrah was Pak Kyai Hashim himself.