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Behind the veil of Najwa (Islamic Love Story)

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The woman with the veiled figure ran in fear in the rain stubs until she was unconscious and fell right in front of the boarding gate. The air was extremely cold plus a cloudy day added to everyone's persistence. As felt by me, a son of kiyai H. Jauhari, in pesantren life and in santriwan-santriwati environment. In my house called ndalem looks my father H. Jauhari was warming her body in the fireplace, she called me as I passed by.

'Wafa.' I heard you calling me. '….Follow warm your body, outside the air is very cold.' Further.

'Yes, Bah.' I was silent looking at the wrinkled face of Abah, looking strokes on his face that were getting more visible.

'Why? looks like you have a problem, don't you?'

'No Bah, Wafa no problem whatsoever.' I tried to cover up, I was confused what to say. 'So tired…?' my continue.

'Of course, you know yourself I just filled the sculpture study as usual, thank God the congregation is growing.'

'Alhamdulillah.' I replied 'but. abah should not be too tired, you should rest a lot, I often have sickness, you should leave the cottage with Kang Abdul, he is a confidant Abah, Abah, his knowledge is also not much different from abah, only Kang Abdul did not want to take the Hajj.' my connection

'Why should Kang Abdul? you can't do wafa?' after all, I just scrunched my forehead.

'Ah, um where possible, Wafa has not been able!'

'Well, what good is your title? just to put it on the wall!' ledek made me mute, I can't speak anymore. Abah's words have silenced my mouth. I just lowered my gaze and hoped that Abah would never question me again. If I continue I am confused as to what to answer.

Five seconds had passed, the rain outside had yet to appear any signs of stopping. I'm trying to shift our conversation.

'If only Ummi still exists, of course there are those who take care and advise abah.'

Abah just scrunched his forehead while saying 'it is not good to suppose, wrong the fate of his name you know! let your Ummi calm down there, ' he replied

'Astaghfirullah…! sorry Bah, Wafa khilaf.'

Five minutes have passed again. In the footsteps of the rain that had subsided suddenly all the santri were stirred by finding the figure of a veiled woman who was lying unconscious at the gate of the cottage. The woman was immediately taken to the princess dormitory.

'Who is Dul?' ask Abdul kang who looks panicked.

'I also do not know Kiayi, kang Sholeh the same sons who found the woman in front of the gate were already unconscious.'

Abah was very curious, he and kang Abdul entered the Dormitory Princess, they wanted to know who the woman was, while other santri was made geger. While I, Kang Sholeh and the others were just waiting in the ndalem [1] as well with curiosity, we were not the ones who had the right to enter the Dormitory Princess at will. We are patiently waiting in the ndalem, while kang Sholeh and other students return to their respective dormitories because soon the adzan maghrib will be proclaimed.

After the maghrib prayer the veiled woman was kissed and immediately taken to ndalem, this time I can see it directly. In the living room, Abah and I met the woman who claimed to be called Najwa. After finishing eating, the exhausted Najwa began to speak.

'My name is Annajwa, why did I get here because I was chased by people who wanted to kidnap and mean to me. I'm an orphan, I have no family or brothers, I'm just a musyafir woman forgive me for bothering you all, I have to get out of here even though I don't know where to go?' said the veiled woman with great concern, the veiled woman, the face that covered the veil was only her black eyeballs that I could look at, really a graceful Muslim woman, Ahh… I woke up from my daydream when I told me to prepare a room for the girl.

'Prepare a room for him, for a while Najwa stay in ndalem because he definitely needs calm.' abah orders me.

Abah spoke again with the girl accompanied by Kang Abdul and Mba' Marsolah as senior santriwati at the boarding school, while I cleaned the room that will be occupied by the woman named Najwa. While preparing a blanket, my pillow suddenly reflected the veiled woman. In my mind 'Annajwa. a good name, must be as good as the face as well akhlaknya, angunya. how many hundred santriwati here but. only this time I see the figure of a truly graceful Muslim woman! Athaghfirullah!' it struck me how much I had been thinking nothing of the woman, I returned to the living room.

'Change, the room is ready.'

Abah immediately told the woman to rest in the room. 'Rest in the room accompanied by mba' Marsolah, while staying in this Pesantren be santri here if there is anything do not hesitate to us. 'subject abah attentive, full of attention, how could he not bear to see the musyafir woman who lived alone a piece of kara. Mba'Marsolah immediately took her to the room. I, Abah and Kang Abdul get ready to pray Isya in Musholah.

'Is it okay if the woman is here?' kang Abdul asked as he walked towards the mosque.

'Why '', really?' ask Abah

'Yes, we don't know Kiayi!'

'Lha, continue to be unfamiliar and then we let it go, while he is in trouble and needs help, let alone he is a Muslim musyafirah, we should help, Dul! you know!'

'Yes the Kiayi.'

They started ablution, while I stayed silent on the matter. I don't want to get too involved because whatever Abah's decision is, it's probably the best. We are ready to pray.

In the morning after the morning prayers as usual pesantren residents directly carry out their daily activities, as well as I teach in the santri putra class to teach the early morning ba'da dawn as usual. While Najwa, the veiled woman was still asleep in her sleep even she had missed the morning prayer until the king of noon appeared. At 07:00 am, Abah and I had breakfast.

'Kang Abdul where is Bah?' much

'Abdul will go to Yogyakarta, one of his family has hajat.'

'Oh.. early in the morning.'

'Let it be, it has been a long time since he returned home.'

'Yes too.'

Continue Abah. 'Oh yes, today Abah there is an invitation at Pak Burhan boarding school, so you are in the boarding school not anywhere, who knows there will be guests, Kang Abdul will not exist.'

'InshaAllah Bah.'

The quiet atmosphere of everyone in Pesantren dissolved in their respective activities, only me and the veiled woman who were not going anywhere, I saw the woman had woken up from her sleep to the kitchen.

'Sorry, if you want breakfast is provided at the dining table, please.' I gently said.

'Thank you.' her soft voice began to speak. I was amazed to see the elegance, behind the veil must have stored a graceful face. He also smiled behind his veil. Is this what you call love? Love is indeed present in so many faces, a thousand or even thousands of faces love has greeted me when I invited her to enter my life. Ah…! I have really been immersed in the flow of love life, not the right reason for me to ignore love. Is it in front of me my love?.

'Hey..! you daydreaming? I don't know you yet.' He broke my daydream.

'Oh yeah, sure! my name is Wafa, nice to meet you.'

'Good name, according to your good looks.'

Strange, the Muslim girl is completely different from other Muslim women. His greeting and words would be so seductive. Maybe it's just my feeling, because it's buried in the reverie of love. Soon I'm out of ndalem. But I can't lie to my heart, I'm really in love with her this feeling arises by itself, of course I have to greet her with my healthy mind.

Several days have passed even my taste for Najwa has been known by Abah.

'If you're interested in her, make her your wife, Abah, I think you should be married.' she said in support.

'But... His guardian?'

'If there is no guardian there will still be a judge.'

I smiled, how good I was to beat up Najwa, the veiled girl.

'Make him a part of this pesantren family.'

'God willing, Bah.'

But it turns out that the elegance of Najwa is not as graceful as his heart. My good intentions are being misused by Najwa, he will take advantage of the wealth of my parents, we will be completely fooled by the cunning mind of the veiled woman. We are really stupid for just believing. Because it turns out that Najwa is not a good woman, not what we thought she was. He managed to deceive us all until I married him. Until I finally stopped Najwa and we were legal as husband and wife.

Abah's message to her. 'Najwa, be a good wife never leave your husband, give happiness and take care of your husband and your children later.'

Abah hopes Najwa can be a good wife and can make me happy, it has become the hope of every parent, especially I am the only child Abah. I shed tears, while the cunning Najwa who has now become my wife in her brain has neatly arranged devious plans that will bring me and my family down. But what we say we never know about the nature of the rotten, which we know Najwa is a figure of a good woman let alone hooded especially veiled was never thought in my mind of his crime. Najwa's heart said. 'I'm really great! I've managed to trick that Wafa and Kiayi! stupidhead! I easily became the wife of a rich and illustrious kiayi child, so that I could take their wealth and get out of here, I had to go abroad before the police knew where I was.' he smiled as he raised his eyebrows.

On my first night, Najwa refused to come in contact with me, saying she was tired and not ready. With patience I give understanding, and even so on there is always a reason to refuse he just said. 'Sorry Mas, I'm being idle so Mas be patient huh…'. I continue to be patient.

It has even been almost a month of our marriage, but until now I have never forgiven my inner self like a husband in general. In my mind began to appear suspicions, even strange but I always managed to get dressed. Behind me he smiled, his heart laughing because it had managed to trick me. In the middle of the night when all the citizens of the pesantren had been sound in his sleep, with how dare Najwa veiled woman entered into the room Abah, he took all the ornamentation of Ummi relics. Abah sleeps so hard that he does not realize that the jewels of his deceased wife have disappeared, Najwa is the culprit.

Before the subuhan abah took time to watch the news on television, the news reported the fugitive police a woman named Gulara, who was a police officer, the woman in the guise of a Muslim woman who is currently disguised as a veiled and veiled woman who escaped detention after two weeks of detention with the murder of two men, not only that but also as an employee ****high-end alligus drug dealer*ba. Abah was surprised when he heard that his ghost stopped listening to the narration of the news anchor on the tv that displays a photo of Najwa aka Guara who became a fugitive police, abah was really shocked because he had a fugitive son-in-law.

At the same time, Najwa finds Abah watching the news about him. 'Wawat! This Kiayi already knows who I really am!!' he thought worried in his heart.

But I was calm and there did not seem to be any hatred when I saw Najwa. Because he realized that the veiled woman was not just Najwa, it might just be a coincidence that her face was almost similar. But the frightened and panicked Najwa immediately acted, with the sweetness of Najwa serving Kiayi a glass of tea that he had mixed deadly poison. Really cunning woman.

'Change, it would be nice to watch television while accompanied by warm tea, in drinking Bah.' he treated while smiling passionately.

'Yes thank you, your husband has not yet woken up the tumbens usually always wake up early.' Abah said as he sipped the poisonous warm tea. Najwa looked hatefully, laughing inwardly as death soon picked up the Kiayi.

Azan dawn reverberated, as usual we were never late for congregational prayers, including me even though this morning I woke up a little late, maybe because I was too tired, so I slept well. We are working with the Santri. But this time for kang Abdul who was drinking hot coffee, he seems to be lazy to congregate, whether the devil has influenced it. Abah was never late for the morning worship, I was also a little strange because Abah looked so pale. The dawn service also took place. After the first greeting Abah immediately rolled limp, from his mouth came a lot of thick foam. The whole mushola was really shocked and panicked especially me. I cried when Abah breathed his last breath. 'Prank!!!' kang Abdul's coffee cup fell to the floor, really bad feeling.

I held Abah's cold, stiff hand. His veins are not pulsing anymore.

Oh God!did the angel of death take Abah away without my knowledge!.The entire pesantren were also shocked by the departure of their Kiayi. Now I have seen Abah who has been welcomed by death. Everyone who watched shed tears. Yes, tears of sadness.

A dark morning the yellow flag had fluttered in silence. The morning breeze stepped in suffering and sorrow. The sky also sent down rain mourning his sorrow. His spirit bid farewell to the world, he let out a final sigh. I should blame death! because of his injustice to me. But this is fate, Abah will meet Ummi in Paradise.

A week after Abah's departure, now only me and Kang Abdul are leading the Pesantren I hope this Abah pesantren will always stand firmly with hundreds of students who serve to gain new knowledge. All events kang Abdul and kang Sholeh arranged, I also filled several events in place of Abah. However I am the successor of Kiayi who will continue his struggle in the pesantren. May Allah bless him, God willing…

Sunday pahing this time I filled this lecture for the first time. Intentionally Najwa listened from the outside of the mushola. His eyes began to tear up and finally shed tears of sadness, honestly only this time he cried. His heart seemed to melt as if there were different feelings towards me. He glanced at me, did he start liking me? I gave her a chance to look at him with a smile.

'I have found my love.' Najwa murmured in his heart. He felt thousands of guilt toward me and my family.

'I have to go! I can't be here this isn't my place! this is not my world.' By moving from the back of the dormitory son because it was closer to the big road, he tried to get out of the neighborhood pesantren. In a sudden state of anxiety kang Sholeh surprised him.

'Najwa's Feng? what are you doing here?'

Najwa was really startled and shouted a little.

'What the hell are you surprising me!' snapped

'I'm sorry Neng, I'm just wondering why Neng Najwa could be here.'

'Ahh.. that... that.. I... I..' he stammered. 'I'm looking for Mas Wafa!'

'Loh, kang Wafa is filling out studies at the mushola.'

'Oh yes, I forgot it already! I'm going to the mosque now, excuse me!' ketus answer. Strange behavior is really suspicious. Kang Sholeh returns to his dorm.

'Mir, I met Neng Najwa that his movements were very suspicious.' The whisper of Kang Sholeh to Amir

'Kang Sholeh can not suudzon, he is also the owner of this pesantren so free to do anything…'

Sholeh's kang eyeballs were completely deep and black, he had felt a strangeness in Najwa. Soon he brushed his bad thoughts away.

Tonight I was so tired all day I was busy in the sculptural study, maybe this is what Abah felt first. Najwa, who was still here for failing to escape this afternoon, came up to me.

'Mas wafa is tired…?' sweep it gently.

'Yes, of course it seems like my body is sore all.' I replied squirming.

Najwa actually wanted to be frank with me and the rest of the boarding family, but he was afraid I was shocked and thought maybe I could kill him out of anger for his crimes. Since Abah's departure due to his actions, he was haunted by the guilt of many victims who fell because of his behavior. Najwa looked at me worried that cold sweat was pouring out. Outside began to spatter since this afternoon the sky looks cloudy, some days it is often raining, but not the time of the rainy season. Just now Najwa was about to say something, suddenly we had an unexpected guest. Three policemen in uniform - two men and one woman. We were shocked even more I thought, what is this? why we deal with the police. We immediately came out Me, Kang Abdul and some Ustadz approached in the living room. While Najwa eavesdropped from the room in a state of fear and trembling his body drenched like a bath. 'Last my history.' he thought anxiously.

'Excuse me, earlier we apologize for interfering with your activities, we from the police got word that our fugitive had run away and was rumored to be hiding in the boarding school. We will record the santriwati here as well as interrogate some, please permission.' Said one of the policemen.

'Yes sir, we're pleased.' I replied with Abdul kang

Meanwhile all the santriwati were stirred and panicked, even though they could not be found guilty. Najwa was alone in the room in anxiety and fear mixed with guilt. 'How is my fate…?' shaky.

The completed interrogation did not appear suspicious. The policemen were saying goodbye to us. Najwa was a little relieved that his device was starting to function again. I approached him in the room.

'Najwa, are you very pale in pain?'

'No, 'No, I'm fine.'

'Yes, as soon as we go to sleep, we wake up tonight and the mujahadah together, lately Mas feel the coming of a problem. We must draw closer to the Almighty.'

Najwa cried, in the room only me and my wife I open the veil and I remove the tears that wet her cheeks, I don't know what made her cry.

'Why are you crying?'

God has opened the door of his heart to love me with all my heart not because of mere treasure.

'Don't divorce me Mas…'

'What do you mean…?' Ask wonder.

Najwa could not help but cry, she looked at my face looking at her in wonder. He realized that he had been living with people who cared and loved him sincerely. I just thought maybe he just felt guilty because until now he had not given his inner nafaqoh.

'I never had any thoughts of divorcing you, I love you as much as you are.' I replied.

When I was just about to kiss her forehead, outside the storm came back with a noise, not because of the rain but the return of the police this time not three policemen but several police cars surrounded from outside the boarding school.

'What happened?'

The door to my room was violently pounded. After the door opened the police immediately arrested Najwa violently without feeling that she was my wife, not an animal. We started to fuss because of my anger over their irreverence, nor did I know what the problem was.

'Wafa! Your wife is a police fugitive who ran from custody and she ran away to this school, I have read the news about her as well as the police report and the photos that circulated, he said, she disguised herself as a musyafir woman and disguised herself as a Muslim! she's a savage woman! he's a coal disguised as Annajwa!'.My heart stopped beating, Kang Abdul's words really surprised me. It turned out that he was reporting to the police. Upon learning of Najwa's crime and Abdul's kang immediately contacted the police. Now revealed all the veils of crime Najwa aka Coal. Najwa was immediately dragged out with a hysterical scream.

'Mas Wafa.. I'm sorry…!'

'I didn't expect you…!' I was really shocked.

'Give me a chance to talk….!' the police stretched his grip giving him the opportunity to talk.

'I'm sorry, I have betrayed you, I have been evil all this time I have betrayed you all!' in front of us and the whole santri, Najwa whose real name is Gulara explained everything. 'I am a fugitive, I ran away from detention after two weeks in detention with many cases, I have killed two men who have fucked me without leaving me a penny. I'm the lady of peng*bur at a top hotel! I'm a pel*cur Mas! I'm also a narc*ba user. I've contracted HIV, so I always refused when I asked me to come in contact. You're too noble, you're too holy to have contracted this Hell virus, I don't want to hurt more people! however I have put my love in you.'

My body was shaking, my brain was going to break. I was really shocked, I grabbed my hair. I really didn't expect to marry an adulterous woman and a murderer like her my mind has gone awry.

'You are human or animal!' I snatched hard in front of him

'I admit I am indeed the bastard woman Mas, I also poisoned your brother to death, because he already knew who I really was, I also took your mother's jewelry!'

My anger was exploding, my hands floated on his face, if not for being blocked by kang Abdul I might have killed that woman of baj*ngan. I'm losing control.

'Let me break his neck!!!' kang Abdul embraces me. 'Don't Kang! eling kang.!'. At that time Najwa was out of the grasp of the police, he ran away from the pesantren yard ran towards the highway, all the police immediately acted. Some santri went after him. On a rainy night this was truly a night filled with anger. This was like lightning hitting me.

Najwa the veiled woman kept running. In open the hijab that had been covering her aura until she lost control, she did not realize that she had speeded a black car. 'Tiiiinnnn!!!' the loud sound of the car horn did not give Najwa a chance to dodge. His body was hit by the car, the sound of Najwa screaming broke the crowd the sound of rain. Blood flooded his body which was none other than Coal.

A few days later Najwa escaped from the critical period and was saved, even when he woke up I was beside him. She is still my wife, however.

'Mas…'

'You do not move much, you are still very weak.' I said lovingly, I did not dissolve in my hatred.

'I'm sorry Mas, I betrayed your sacred love.'

'It is not the time to talk about it, I love you and need you beside me with the truth and happiness of life, not with the falsity that continues to drag me in mere encounter.'

'Certain me Mas, I'm too dirty for you, look for a life companion holier than me I don't deserve you.'

'But…!'

'I beg you, I don't want to add to my mistakes for the umpteenth time.' he pleads for the hard thing for me.

'Well if that's what you want…'

'I'll be held for life, I won't let Mas wait for me. But before that I want to apologize to the boarding family, because I have tarnished the good name of the cottage especially to all of you.'

So the next day Najwa with the police came to the Pesantren to express his apology to the boarding people, especially to me.

'I'm sorry, divorce me.' he said in front of me with tears.

I shed tears. 'Alright, I divorce you after you come out of this boarding environment then my Talak falls on you…'

The police immediately took him into the car and gradually left the boarding school life. I looked at him from afar, Abdul slapped my shoulder from behind and said. 'Patient kang…'

I surrender to the Power, I pray while biting my bitter memories. My chest is tight I can't cry.

A few months later on the news I heard Najwa's death. His body was found in the prisoner's bathroom with several stabs in his body. Smell of a corpse. I was also shocked to hear that my ex-wife's death was horribly dead. How mighty death is, how proud angels are to take it away.

Story by: Tasya Amelia

[1] ndalem: is the name for the house of kiayi

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