A Fool Because of God

01

After returning from the mosque after performing the prayer ashar berkamaah, I rushed to the dormitory, scrambling the bathroom into our routine in the pasantren every day.

Who's inside? I just knocked on the bathroom door there was someone in it. We had a name of a member so even though the other bathroom was empty, it didn't feel right for me to wear it except with permission.

 

"Sifa" he replied a little loudly

"Yes, yes" I said from the front

 

"After I Lia" he answered again to make me grunt annoyed, because I had enough running but still late not getting the bathroom, again I had to take a bath when preparing for Maghrib prayer. I went back to my room. Widya, Vania and Icha were in my room. They were my roommates from the beginning of entering 1st grade High School.

"not taking a shower?" tanya Icha and the one I returned with an upset ring, it is only natural that I am always late even while running, I have a special class after the ashar prayer.

suddenly "Tok .. tok .. tok... Assalamualaikum" someone knocked on the door of the room with greetings, I opened the door, Zahra who came from the next room.

"Put, Umi Aisyah looking for you "Say Zahra then passed. We did call the boarding school manager with the name Umi or Ustadz. I also wear a hijab after tying my long hair .

 

Ummi Aisyah.

 

"Assalamu Alaikum ummi "

" wa'alaikum salam Put, anyone wants Ummi to talk about "

 

I sat in front of Ummi who was now smiling brightly at me. "So Ummi just want to talk, Princess if anyone invites marriage, Princess would not?". He asked me a question, a question I never thought of. Usually Ummi will ask about where I have memorized it, not this question I was waiting for.

 

I also can't cook except fried Tempeh, Tofu, Eggs, and Vegetable Sop. I shuddered in pain at the thought of getting married without such preparation.

"Daughter wants to be in Ummi boarding school" I replied as calmly as possible. I looked at the face of Ummi pesantren. Her smile never faded, making my suspicions even higher.

"It can still be in pesantren want?" . I was wondering why Umm Aisyah forced me to marry so much, would she marry me to her son? his son has not even graduated from SD .

" What is it about ?" . I asked finally 'cause my curiosity couldn't be contained . Ummi Aisyah plays pen in her hand.

"Son Farhan, the son of Ustad Firman is looking for a companion". My eyes were wide open to hear the words of Ummi, Farhan Maulana who was often spoken during Arabic lessons even Ustad always showed photos when he was studying in Cairo.

"Son Ustad Firman has come home mi?, is he not studying abroad?" . I asked while not understanding , I even forgot the offer to get married, my focus is now on the story of the word. without any other intention. I was even interested in college in cairo.

"Udah, so I heard Nak Farhan again looking for a companion so Ummi remembered the same princess" .

"This is Mi's proposal, right,?" I don't understand, it's very confusing because what Umm Aisyah is telling me. When the son of the word ustad wants to find a companion.

"Yet, if you want later Ummi introduce , Karna ummi knows Nak Farhan very well, so it feels like I have the best child ummi , before looking for someone else" explained Ummi ,Which now makes me understand, not a secret if I am the golden child of Ummi. does not mean I am good at seducing, but because of other positive things .

"But Princess is still Ummi's school" . My words do not dare to refuse, because Farhan's ustad is often talked about gossip class because of the interesting story of the proud word. Whether his childhood, the struggle of his college abroad until rarely home to make the words of the Ustad continue to tell stories as a substitute for deep solace .

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