Ustadz, I Love U
When ustadz fell in love

The cold night slammed through the bones. Waving the pure white cloth in the half-old woman who was singing the words melodiously in her room.

"Assalamualaikum! "greet someone from outside the woman's room.

"wa'alaikumussalam, come in son !" Answer the woman who has been memorized correctly with the voice of the child alone puppet it.

" lady...!" The boy who was outside the room had now rushed to hug the only old man.

" tumben, it's still afternoon already here ?" asked the woman to gently caress the bushy black hair of her child.

" mom forgot it's a vacation ? There is no clock! " answered the boy who was getting more and more spoiled with his mother.

Yes, the handsome Ustadz was always visiting his mother after his activities in the boarding school were completed. The distance of the house which is only a few houses behind the pesantren so whenever he wants he will visit his favorite woman.

" la iki kenopo dadi ngalem koyo ngene (this is why so spoiled like this) ?"

" Pengen wae buk, wes sui ora koyo ngene (wish to buk, it's not like this for a long time) !"

The man who is no longer a teenager is acting no more mature than a two-year-old child.so attached to the mother who is still complete with mukena after performing Isya's prayers'.

" kulo tilem mriki nggih buk, (i sleep here ya ma'am) !" said A'ab again do not want to move from his place at this time.

The half-old woman simply shook her head at the unusual behavior of her beloved son. Ustadz who looks very killer is also an ordinary human, what makes it what it is today ? what is clear is that the mother is happy to feel the warmth of her beloved son who since adulthood has never again spoiled him and more impressed polite and self-preserving.

The night was getting late, and as it is said that tonight A'ab slept in his childhood home, in a room that has been very rarely occupied since the departure of his father.

In the third of the night, the handsome Ustadz woke up like a habit that had been automatic alarmed in him.

"o Allah, You who know this heart, a heart that is adrift in love with Your people, I fear that this feeling of love will prevent me from meeting Your heaven, O God, if You do not predestine me with him, then forget for a moment this feeling until the right moment later, so that I don't want to fall into the eyes also a heart that can make me fall asleep and away from you! "

Do'a, who was raised by a handsome ustadz, was overheard by the mother who had just returned from taking water to perform evening prayers. And it turns out that was the cause of the change in the child who suddenly became spoiled for him.

" Ibuk since when is teng mriku (mother since when is there ) ?" A'ab asked who was aware of her mother's presence.

" ever since you've been in love!" replied the mother approached the beloved son who was still a henchman in his alphabet.

" Daughter, you finally fell in love too, at least you know that this mother's child also likes girls! " said the mother gently raised her child's face so that she could see her sincerity.

"But buk, I'm afraid my mom beats every time I meet her, I'm afraid of sinning !" said A'ab who made the mother smile with her child's worries.

"Son, do you not know better that the feeling is indeed the nature that God has given to his servant, you also know how you must behave !"

"What kind of girl makes a mother's child fall in love for the first time ?" ask the curious mother.

"Let's go ma'am, A'ab's heart thumped even when A'ab only heard his name !" A'ab lowered his gaze.

"Why not immediately halted ? is your age too fit to get married ?" ask mom again.

"i still don't dare to buk, after all he's still in school !" answer's lethargic.

" is he your student? " Mother's interrogation again and one nod was given to A'ab in response.

" Is he Ayesha ? his son, sir yai ? so you know she's just the woman you've been close to since childhood ?" The question of the old woman grew.

handsome Ustadz did not just answer the question of the mother. Just a smile before finally saying "A'ab can't talk to mother now, God willing if it's time A'ab will be frank with mother' !"

The answer made the mother finally gave up on interrogating her only child and chose to continue her initial goal of performing evening prayers.

While the ustadz is still silent and pensive on his alphabet after the departure of the mother from her room. Because it was only the first time in 26 years that his life was only dedicated to serving pesantren appeared a turbulent and unusual feeling in his heart. At first he continued to deny that it might not be love, but somehow the more here his heart always thumped more when he saw the idol.

"God".he sespah when in every daydream always appears the girl in his brain.

Repeatedly scrambling - random hair thick frustrated of its sudden nature like that. On the one hand, the feeling is so beautiful. But on the other hand, the feeling made him fall asleep and think more about the girl than God created her.

"God, please forget for a moment this taste !"

Even when sleeping, only the shadow of the girl flashed through his mind. Time and again beristighfar of the negligence that occurred in him. And many times his do'a is the same asking that the feeling disappear momentarily from his heart until the right time later.

* sorry if only a little, the author is busy bgt, Thank you very much for supporting him, have been pleased to read and give his thumb)