Ambiguity Between Us
Twelve
As time went on, they continued to live their lives. Almost every day Nayra delivered food to Azki, except Sunday he did not come, because he had no reason to go to the boarding school. So did Azki almost every night of the week he slept in the boarding house of Nayra, and returned to the boarding house.
"So, ustadz. New Ustazah coming?" Azki asked lightly at Ustadz Rahman on the sidelines of his free time teaching at the boarding school.
"God willing, ki. Hopefully more can help us later" replied Ustadz Rahman
"ki" call Ustadz Rahman
Azki looked towards Ustadz rahman, but there was another feeling from Ustadz Rahman's tone.
"Sorry before. If your question will be a little disturbing your personal life. You just want to know" Slowly the adult man said, infiltrating every word makes himself wiser.
Azki took a breath. Then nod. He indicated that he gave permission to ask.
"She's been out of the cottage lately every Sunday night. Azki where?"
Azki shut up for a second. There is a fear of answering such questions.
"to my friend's house" he answered briefly
"to the house of a friend does not ape, do not je to a house that laen" said Ustadz Rahman thick with the language of his surfing.
Azki smiled
"Father also saw now Azki was willing to interact with the princess santri. You feel pretty helped actually. It's just that it feels strange with the sudden change" explained Ustadz Rahman.
Azki smiled again.
"if there is a woman who is already intending in Azki's heart. May I help you to meet his family" haggard ustadz Azki.
Azki understands the anxiety of Ustadz Rahman. He is only afraid if Azki is slandered by his actions. Either defamed by his declining faith, his disappearing rote, his declining practice, or from the spies of the beholder. Think Azki.
"If a girl like Nayra, Azki refuses. Maybe a girl like Maryam Azki would. He is Hafizoh and Alimah. God willing" said Ustadz Azki.
Azki just smiled again
"Sir" this time Azki who called Ustadz Rahman after their silence for a while.
"yes" replied Ustadz Rahman
"Father when there is time, I want to explain something" Azki said slowly as dramatizing the situation.
"Now can" Ustad Azki lightly with a slight smile.
"Can't now, sir. There's someone I want to bring to see you too" Azki's getting nervous
"Later see it. About when?" pinta Azki.
"can this Sunday night?. because Azki know Wednesday I will leave Umrah and other activities." Tukas Ustadz Rahman
"God willing, we'll meet you father of Sunday night" Azki said seriously.
He has been determined to disappear a little guilt to the pesantren especially Ustadz Rahman for what he has done. I hope the man understands his situation.
Thursday pesantren busy with the arrival of a new Ustazah. Maryam. Women wearing black and niqab. New habits emerge.
The woman was graceful, meek-spoken and easy to smile at her fellow santri princess.
"Ustazah, Ustazah had seen Ustadz Azki. Cute and sweet Ustazah. Hafidz and alimah are like Ustazah. Ustazah not tinkled to?" nisa said with a slurred tongue at her.
"Stages, son je. If ustadz is son" answered Maryam.
then, greeted the laughter of the princess who heard his words.
"If so, can we call Ustazah Maryam same Ustadz Azki, Ustazah Aisyah" this time Mira who connect.
Ustazah Aisyah smiled and nodded, while the princess laughed softly.
***
"Nay is nervous, Ustadz" Nayra told Azki, who was riding a motorcycle.
"bismillah" Azki replied, bringing her face closer to Nayra's face, looking up next to her.
The road was getting darker, passing through the sago forest that was not lit by the road. Azki did not intend to increase the speed of their vehicles because they were worried that there would be forest animals crossing the road suddenly.
Nayra, tightened her jacket and got closer to Azki, because the cold from the forest and mountains had reached her skin.
They had already crossed the border bridge between villages, which signified that their destination was almost there. Azki stopped the motor in front of a two-story permanent home page, which was painted in green and yellow, the hallmark color of the Malay tribe inland. There is also a wooden terrace decorated with flowers filled in plastic pots and carved stones.
The door of the house was open. They approached slowly.
" Assalamualaikum" Azki's voice greeted the door, but Nayra stood behind the wall of the house.
"Waalaikumus salam" replied Ustadz Rahman, while welcoming Azki at the door, and slightly looking for the figure that Azki had promised.
Nayra came out behind the wall, looking at Ustadz Rahman.
"Nayra?" ustadz Rahman said slowly, confirming his vision.
