A Match For Gus Ilham

Chapter.08

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Inspiration really made the head geleng. There was always the strange behavior of the students. Yesterday the santriwan called the room because he was caught asleep during rote and there were also those who did not participate during the night prayer.

Now his santriwati, who was caught chatting while the lesson was still going on. Until he had to call the two students into the discipline room.

Feeling quite tired and the day was getting late, finally Ilham moved to leave the room to return to the main house to rest his tired body.

Honestly, Ilham felt a little overwhelmed between taking care of his father's company and also being one of the teachers in the cottage.

However, all that Ilham had to do in order to live up to his responsibilities of being the oldest child and also the oldest grandson in the extended family Abdulrahman.

"Assalamu'alaikum,"

The greeting call coming from the soft voice of someone turned the attention of Gus Ilham who was sitting in one corner of the library room with a book in his hand, towards the source of the sound.

A girl was smiling sweetly in front of her with a stack of books in her hands. Unexpectedly, the girl who smiled sweetly was directly sitting right in front of Gus Ilham without permission who had a table first.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah, what are you doing?" gus Ilham asked as he saw Myesha sitting right in front of him.

"I'm sorry Mr. Ustadz, it's not impudent. But there's no empty table here anymore, so please share the table for a while. Tomorrow I have an exam and I have to study extra" explained Meysha who pointed to the whole room that today seems full of students and students who are studying to face the test tomorrow.

Gus Ilham followed Myesha's view, and it turned out to be true. The desk available there is already full filled by students and students. Until Ilham had no choice but to give up and share a table with one of his students.

Myesha finally lowered her gaze and began to open the reading book that she had brought.

"Sir Ustadz, may I ask?" myesha asked without taking her eyes off the book on the table.

"Could you ask, what would you like to ask?" answer the Inspiration that does the same thing Myesha.

With the same position down, focusing on the book in front of each of them. Both of them began to do the question and answer but with their heads lowered and their eyes focused on their respective books.

"If you may know how old Mr. Ustadz is today?" asked Myesha arrived, to make Ilham stunned.

"26 years,"

"Are you ready to marry dong?"

"God willing, if there is a soul mate."

"Don't you want to marry me?" asked Myesha again to make Gus Ilham raise his head, staring confusedly at the woman in front of him.

The two had stared at each other for a few seconds until the two again lowered their heads simultaneously.

"Fix your morals, just talk marriage,"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Something is wrong? I just want to be honest, if you like to say. And what is sin, if a woman expresses her feelings first?"

"Not sinful, but looks less good. The woman's law is asked not to ask,"

"What do you mean, how?"

"The good woman will wait for her soul mate who comes and asks her directly to her parents. Not even asking the man to be with him. Because it is only natural that a man proposes to a woman, not a woman who proposes to a man. You gotit?"

"Understanding Mr. Ustadz. But, if I wait for Mr. Ustadz who proposed to me, yes until lebaran monkey also certainly will not be in the application. So I better first propose Mr. Ustadz let us immediately be halted," replied Myesha who made Ilham shake her head.

"Learn first the real one, just discussed marriage," continued who immediately rose from his seat rushed to go from there.

"How about the end of this year I can get the best value in this cottage. Would Mr Ustadz consider it?" asked Myesha who managed to stop Gus Ilham's footsteps.

"I'm serious Mr. Ustadz" continued Myesha as Gus Ilham looked back and looked at him.

"Prove it first. The answer you will get after you can really prove and keep your promise," replied Gus Ilham passed away leaving Myesha who was still sitting at her table with a smile on her lips.

"Allaahumma shalli'alaa sayyidinaa Muhammad wa ala alihi sayyidina Muhammad, bismillah. May God bless us and destiny bless us. Aamiin's."

Myesha murmured inwardly as she stared at the strapping back of Gus Ilham who slowly started to move away and disappeared behind the library door.

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From then on, Myesha was really focused on what she was learning right now. Even from that day on, no more riotous prick would like to disturb the tranquility of a Gue Ilham.

Myesha was really focused on her religious education. And without feeling a few full moon has been passed by a Myesha Safeera in the cottage.

And now, right now. Myesha was facing a thrilling time, where during the day will be announced santriwan and santriwati with the best value for the past year.

And now, hundreds of students from the Al Abdulrahman hut were gathered in a building hall to see who will be the best students and students this year.

After 15 minutes the students and students entered the hall building and occupied their respective seats. Connected by teachers and lodge managers.

Gus Ilham walked right behind Ustadz Ilyas who was none other than his own father. Then followed by Umma Mayra and also Yan'ti Aida.

However, among the people were people who had quite a great influence in the cottage. It appears that one of the girls with a shar'i appearance walks side by side with Umma Mayra.

The two women of different ages seem to be very familiar with each other. Umma Mayra treated her so kindly and gently.

"That's who?" asked Amina who had just seen the young lady this time.

A woman who looks so graceful and beautiful in a dress of Muslimah syar'i that is being worn.