About A Taste

Marry Meal?

It looks like the next five days will be very busy. I won't be able to sleep well. That's what Wardah thinks. Even after the opening ceremony, he had to help his friends clear the grounds.

After the Maghrib prayer whose schedule was for rest, that was not the case for Wardah. As it is today, after carrying out obligations to the Khalik and simulating the Qur'an briefly with Anisa, Wardah again wrestled with a laptop at her desk.

By himself? Sure was! Anisa went to the tent to lay her body down for a moment. Why not in that room? Because Wardah forbids it. If there will be Asatidz who suddenly entered. Berabe kan. Be Wardah in the room itself.

Fortunately tonight he did not get the ration as the race manager. So he could continue his finger dance. The race begins after the Isya prayer'. This time the race is in particular santri putra. Fireball race he said.

If you obey the will of the heart, actually Wardah wants to come watch with other friends. But what is power.

Feeling bored in the room, Wardah moved to the terrace of the room. On the terrace there was no one. Because he was on a field not so far from his position.

Taps! Taps! Taps!

Someone's footsteps approached Wardah.

"Mother?" Call Ustadz Azam. He was Abah Kyai's adopted son, Abah's right-hand man.

"Reg Ustadz," answered Wardah politely.

Ustadz sat in front of Wardah. Oh yea! Wardah was sitting in a chair on the terrace of the office gaess.

Ustadz Azam opened a chat with Wardah. Starting from his busyness, his condition, to his family. It'sit's nothing. Ustadz Azam was very close to his late father. Even in this pesantren, Ustadz Azam and Abah Kyai are like Fathers to Wardah.

Wardah ends her typing activities. It's not polite to talk to Ustadz if he's on the verge of doing other activities. Although the Ustadz did not mind.

Sometimes Ustadz Azam joked with Wardah. Until one question a little annoying Wardah's ears.

"Sir, if there's something like you married how?"

Mak DEG! It tastes!

"I don't know Ustadz, hehehe" Wardah chirped with a crisp laugh.

"Well, would you not if someone married?" Ask him again.

"I had no such thoughts before Ustadz, I don't know," replied Wardah.

"Have a girlfriend?" Ask him again. Why it's like a talk show interview.

"Mboten (No) Ustadz,"

"Why not dating? Can't you be the same old man?" His question continues.

"I have no interest in dating Ustadz" Wardah replied.

Not long after, came Kang Najib joined Wardah and Ustadz Azam.

The topic of Ustadz Azam has been sidetracked. Thank God Wardah was so happy this time. It is better that he gathers with his other friends.

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Arriving at the crowd santriwati turned out the fireball match was not over. Santriwati's screams echo everywhere. It doesn't feel like 8pm. The race was stopped at 9 p.m. The santri must sleep because midnight must wake up again for the taking of the bull.

Seriate...