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Ustadz, halalin me dong! (islamic love)

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Today is my first time teaching. A week before the new santri was just busy getting acquainted and understanding the situation in the cottage.

This is my first time studying at a boarding school. It's not really my choice, but it's Father's information that's non-degoable. Yeah, the price I paid for valuing the ball and making friends with the pank kids.

"Wes, Duk, you have to go to the hospital, no matter your NEM value is good or not, you have to go to the hospital. You're a girl, I'm horrified to see your association."

Want me to try my best to convince you that I only know them no more. Dad stays with his decision. And here I am now, the puppet who must seriously study religion so as not to be insanity anymore.

"Assalamu'alaikum, introduce my name Kemal Amrullah, Arabic teacher for new students" said the man who was greeted with Ustaz Kemal.

Witch, I can't believe I saw the man who was introducing himself. In this case, want to be locked up for years in the pesantren also at home. Didn't know Lee Min Hoo was wearing a sarong.

***

Adibah Rumaysa, so my parents pinned that name on me. At first, I thought that the cottage was so terrible, but all that changed when I met with Ustaz Kemal, the teacher and caretaker of Pondok al-Qudus where I studied.

I was a little muddled among the santriwati, but the class would not be crowded without my presence. The hobby of screaming on the ball field was so difficult to eliminate, that the teacher was targeted. Fortunately my Arabic musrif just smiled every time I asked.

"Rum, there's Ustaz Kemal in the princess' office." Rika half-screamed alerting me from the corner of the next room. Rika's room is indeed close to the building that is always crowded with various business santriwati.

"Really?"

"Yes, come here, let's see." As fast as lightning I approached Rika who had just waved her hand.

Being able to see creatures in the princess area is a pleasure in itself. In addition to teaching and important matters, no men or men should enter this area.

"Eh, Ustaz Kemal with santri putra you know. The handsome too," whispered Rika while pointing.

"Hush, don't point out later to be found out if we are worried about them again," I once again opened the yellow book I brought to fool the security section.

"Hey, why are you here?"

Gawat, the new one is coming too.

"No, Ma'am. This is so cool to read it. Isn't that right, Rik?"

"Eh, uh, yes, Ma'am. Alhamdu utawi iki ...."

Pinter also Rika plays.

"If you're done going straight into the room, there's a lot of male guests in the office."

"Enggeh, Ma'am."

I looked at the back of the woman who was the security coordinator away. Our laughter finally brojol too.

Half an hour later, Rika invited me to line the bathroom. Later there will be language class Ustaz Kemal, of course I do not want to waste the opportunity to look at it longer and satisfied. The sin of the eyes is so said another santriwati, whom I never ignored.

Ah, is not love also a gift from God. Where is my fault? The proof, every time I look at Ustad Korean artist's jeplaan, my passion for learning is increasing. I just want to keep myself strong, you know Ustaz Kemal is really my soul mate.

"How about rek, is there anything to ask?"

Every time Lee Min Hoo copped it said that. Almost certainly no santriwati answered him. They just nodded their heads in understanding with all the information given.

"If there's nothing to ask, we should just end the discussion this time."

Waduh another week just to meet the Ustaz pujaan.

"She, Ustaz." The reflexes of my hands and mouth cannot be compromised. The real puppet, not understanding the situation.

"Yes, Adibah, please."

"Hem ..., hem ..., when will Ustaz get me?" Mampus deh, keceplosan me.

Gerr. Laughter in class.

"Hem, it turns out that Adibah already wants to get married."

The next minute, Ustaz Kemal said his greetings and left the class with a laugh that was also held. I stared at my teacher's departure with a prayer that I quietly prayed. May you really be my future priest, Ustaz.

***

It's been two weeks since my favorite Ustaz was absent from his teaching duties. From the rumour that was heard, he returned home. Meanwhile, Mbak Nita, the manager of the princess cottage replaced the class Ustaz Kemal. Ah, so can't stain.

It felt lonely without his presence. My passion for learning also seemed to ebb as well. I set my feet towards the back area of the mosque, there is a vegetable garden there, it seems good if you relax for a moment while waiting for azan maghrib to roar.

After the jama'ah maghrib, the santriwati can rest for a while before joining the isya and continue other activities.

"Rum, Father Yai is calling you," said Mbak Nita, who temporarily switched my conversation with Rika.

"What's up, Ma'am?"

"Don't know, said Mas Rozak, the driver of Father Yai earlier. Important and urgent."

"Enggeh, Ma'am. I'm going there now."

There's a strange feeling. I hope this isn't bad news. It seems like lately, I haven't done anything wrong or broken the rules of the lodge like I used to.

I breathed a lot of oxygen when I got to the front door of Romo Yai. Slightly trembling, I knock on the door.

" Assalamu'alaikum, Romo, this is Rum."

"Walaikumussalam, enter Rum."

I stepped foot and sat down while looking down waiting for Father Yai to speak.

"You know, Rum, why did I call you here?"

"Mpoten, Yai."

"If I ask you to do something, do you want to?"

"Enggeh, Romo, if Rum can."

"God, you are willing. If it was noon, there was a young man who submitted a proposal for you. He's a good young man, sholeh, I believe isaallah he can guide you, and you can perfect his flaws. How do you want it, Duk?"

Oh God how is this. I only want Ustaz Kemal to be my priest, but I certainly can't refuse my request.

"But, Romo. Rum ...."

"Holy do you like, Mother." I haven't been able to express my opinion. Father Yai has continued his talk.

"Enggeh, Father. Rum just fuck it." Legowo, all I give to God. May this be the soul mate that God has truly chosen for me.

"Already, Le. Come here, let Rum know who proposed to him today."

The figure stepped from behind the curtain of the middle room of Dalem Romo Yai. The man looked real in front of me.

Shock. I just fell silent.

***

Today is my wedding day. Many cabin friends were present, including Father Yai who became the link between me and the man who is currently my priest.

The story of the teacher who was colonized by his own santri was over. Now my story begins with a man who justified with a dowry of a set of prayer tools and 5 grams of gold.

I can't express what's in my heart. All of a sudden the thought was the beginning of my presence in the cottage and my encounter with Ustaz Arabic. But, a soul mate is God's plan.

"Congratulations, Rum now you've been copied with Lee Min Hoo who was in a moped and gloved," Rika teased me.

I just smiled, and wiped the tears from being moved.

Finishes.

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