" Light of Love "
Chapter V: " Where is my Book ? "
" hey ,, Husnah ... Husnah.., it is up to ,ayo down "said kak Sabrina .
Sabrina's voice shocked me and instantly my daydream was up.
" oh already Sampek brother, Alhamdulillah"
After the train stopped perfectly, we rushed out, because the car that was about to pick us up had arrived from earlier. So we did not have time to double check the goods we carry, whether it is in the bag everything or not.
Seen from a distance, a woman dressed in all black syar'i waved at us. Sabrina's sister who knew her instantly returned a smile, and ran over to her. They hugged each other with longing, like brothers separated by years.
" Shofiyah, Alhamdulillah, I can still meet you" Sabrina told her friend.
" Yes the same, Sabrina, I miss the same antum "his answer.
" Whose next to this antum ? similar to antum, brother antum? "
" this is my class in the past, but it's like my own sister's name is Husnah, Ayatul Husnah" explained Sabrina while embracing my shoulder.
"Assalamualaikum kak Shofiyah, Salam know ya sak . Sister Sabrina often told me about brother, Masyaallah I was amazed" said I started the introduction while I extended my hand to her .
" Waalaikumussalam warahmatullah, salam also know ya, by the way what has been mentioned Sabrina to antum ? " ask Shofiyah while shaking my hand.
" A lot of feet "
" Sesungguhnya semuanya itu dari Allah, minta doanya saja ya dek semoga saya bisa Istiqomah " ujarnya sambil mengelus bahuku.
"Yes already,ayo directly climbed into the car, so he could take a break in the dormitory "
We walked following the directions from Shofiyah's sister, heading to the car .This dorm car was deliberately borrowed by Sabrina's sister just to pick us up . Just a moment to know him but I already feel we are very close, with his gentle temperament, friendly, and easy to get along makes me feel comfortable immediately near him.
We sat in the middle seat, along the way to the dormitory we talked about many things.I am really grateful to be able to be reunited with these 2 great women, the same women who are equally intelligent and Sholehah.
Suddenly I remembered something, I immediately opened my backpack and checked my luggage.
" O Allah, Brother Sabrina, my book seems to be left on the train" I said as I unpacked the contents of the bag.
" Cook yes ma, try to find a slow plan first "
" no sis, I've unloaded all , but there is no "said me with a sad face.
" Where is this, looking there again ? " sahut kak Shofiyah.
" No need to be brother, no matter what, there is nothing that is so important in it "clear me with a smile.
"what book did Husnah miss ?" search for Sabrina.
" uhmb..Sort of diary book anyway, no matter what , no one is privy also in his ,cuman that makes me sad because the book was a gift from my best friend "I explained.
" so what ? really do not want to go back " said Brother Shofiyah while glancing at me.
" don't you" said I smiled thinly.
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" Gimana ustadz, have met the person" said Fauzan.
" There is no Zan, so quickly they go" said Gustadz Gustiar.
" We save first, hopefully we meet again with them "more while looking at the book that was held from earlier.
After a while trying to find the whereabouts of 2 women who sat with him on the train earlier, finally they decided to save the goods and set off to go to the boarding house using a car that had been waiting for them from earlier.
Seen 2 young men descended from the black avanda car, they shook the hands of Fauzan and Ustadz Gustiar . Soon they allowed both of them to get into the car .
" Please ustadz" said the young man who drove the car while opening the door for them.
" Na'am, Jazakumullahu Katsir's fervour" replied Gustadz Gustiar.
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" Mashaallah, what a beautiful view here , like Husnah will feel at home here deh" I said while looking out the window.
" It is good then "sahut kak Shofiyah.
We really enjoyed this trip, because throughout the trip we were presented with beautiful and beautiful scenery . Although the location of the dormitory is quite far from the hustle and bustle of the city, it does not make it quiet from the santri .
Its location is close to the mountains and surrounded by hills, and not left with a vast expanse of rice fields on the left right, and , making it more convenient to use to memorize the Qur'an and to draw closer to the Creator.
The distance of the dormitory is getting closer, so we can see the gate that stands firmly, as if to welcome our arrival. But suddenly arrived the car we were driving brake suddenly .
" Sit...."
" why mang adi?? " ask Shofiyah to the driver of the dormitory.
" I'm sorry ustadzah, it's a car that picked up his son ustadz .Syamsul wants to pass by "Absaid Shofiyah while looking back at us.
" Who is Ustadz Syamsul ? what is he who will fill Daurah tomorrow "tanyaku to Shofiyah's brother.
" ustadz Syamsul is the leader of this Madinatul Qur'an foundation, *nah who tomorrow ngisi Daurah his son, who just passed earlier"
" Oh so" I said with a satisfied face.
This is one of the things that amazes me here is their respect to the pious, even to their children as well. Not only applied to the students, but to all residents of this foundation including the driver of this dormitory .
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" this is your room, if you need anything, say "said kak Shofiyah .
" Good sister, I think it's complete all deh "i replied with a smile towards him.
After arranging the goods, we immediately rushed to sleep because the trip today was tiring rumayan . Do not forget before we perform prayers isya' congregation first.
Time continued to run until finally the sound of an alarm from my phone rang right hit 3 in the morning.
" Husna ...Husnah ..ayo wake up already at 03:00 this, let's tahajjud "Sister Sabrina .
" mm.iya brother "
I sat down for a moment, looking towards the wall clock, then got up to take the water. What a beautiful friendship of 2 friends who remind each other of goodness, and obedience to God. And I'm so grateful to have been placed with the good people here.
The Adhan of Fajr reverberated, The beautiful voice of the muezzin adds to this atmosphere, making every temple enter the soul and heart of every Muslim who hears it.
Each of our steps towards the mosque is filled with gratitude to the almighty, who has given us so much pleasure to date . Including meeting us as brothers in faith and Islam .
" godly, once yes the voice of his son ustadz Syamsul" said a group of santri who walked near us.
I am increasingly curious about the figure of the son of the leader of this boarding school. With all the information I had heard about her, it made me very amazed. Although I have never met , but all the stories described by them, make it perfectly illustrated in my mind.
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" Sabrina Husnah wants to go to the store across the street there, want to buy bread, do you want nitip ? " my words are mirrored while tidying up this Khimar I wear.
" what is it? nitip bread is also the same jam, yes, peanut butter "
"okay, siyap"
I went to the parking lot, looking for the motorbike I borrowed from Shofiyah. When I was focused on looking arrived when Adi came to me.
" who's looking for his bike ? " ask him to me.
" Where is Ustadzah Shofiyah's bike ?"
" oh Ustadzah shofy, it's a matic red color, at most a corner of its own "
" oh that one, Syukron Katsir mang Adi "
" yes to 'Afwan "
What a beautiful view in the morning today, the eyes of the day that began to appear, so that the light hit some of the rice that had begun to turn yellow. Also seen birds flying freely, a rare sight to be found in the city.
After until I immediately rushed to enter the minimarket, choose some type of bread and put it in the basket that I have brought .
" want to add anything more sister" said the female cashier with a friendly smile.
" *Sister, this is "
" total 125,500,00 "
"125,500 yes, a moment kak*" I said as I reached into the bag to find the wallet.
Suddenly worries began to cover me, like the wallet I was looking for was not in the bag. Like his wallet was still left in the room.
" I'm sorry, brother, my wallet was left in the cottage, so I want to take the wallet first , later I return again to Nebus his goods" I said with a thin smile.
" Good sister, then we wait" said the cashier cordially.
I haven't had time to turn on the motorcycle I'm riding, suddenly the cashier's guard called me.
"sister is his groceries "he told me.
" have I not paid yet ?" I was full of suspicion.
"*T*So the buyer after this paid sister "
" heh, I'm sorry who does that mean? "
" that's his brother, who's wearing a blue motorcycle "
" Thank you, brother "
I tried to approach him slowly, from a distance it was not clear yet, because he turned his back on me.
" Assalamualaikum, maaf mas ,adi masnya who paid for my groceries yes" said me who stood right behind him.
" Waalaikumussalam warahmatullah" he replied as he turned his body towards me.
" Yes on the train yesterday "
" Na'am, I'm Gustiar , who yesterday met on the train "
" *Thank you so much for paying for my groceries, insyaallah immediately I change, can ask for his account number let me transfer later "
" Ndak need to be replaced, I sincerely "
" don't be so Gustiar mas, I'm not so good this way "
" Laa ba' sa, sorry I want to leave immediately, because there are already waiting "
" yes Gustiar mas, insyaAllah if we meet again I return the money yes, I beg you later do not be refused* "
"God willing we will meet again, *assalamualaikum "
"Waalaikumussalam warahmatullah*"
What a fine word, and a noble attitude he has shown. At all he did not look at me, to keep me and keep himself from slander, all of which amazed me. The behavior is simple but difficult for most young people today.
And it came to my mind saying, Why can he be so sure that we will meet again. Whether his residence is around here or he is one of the Daurah participants as well as me. And in the end this question will only be answered with his running of time.
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