Anissa's Promise

Ibrahim

Anisa was still curious about the last letter she got. Namely: One day I will charge you something.The word keeps ringing in his mind.

" Nis don't think too much, maybe it's just a prankster" said Elina. Anisa tried to think like that.

" It's late afternoon let's go home" asked Elina. Anisa also nodded.

" We go home first yes, tomorrow or the day after we come here again" said Anisa.

" Yes ka"

" Ira, ka Nisa tipped Erika yes, make good friends, God willing Erika will not disturb your prospective faith"

Zahira nodded.

" Asalamualaikum"

" Greetings waalaikum, heart ka"

Anisa nodded, before leaving, Anisa kissed her sister's head which was still wrapped in a hijab. Anisa left with 3 letters from the retired thug. They also walked to the parking lot. Suddenly they met with Ustad Usman, his second son kiyai Husen the owner of the boarding school.

" Asalamualaikum"

" Greetings waalaikum"

Ustad Usman fell silent as he looked at them, as this was the first time they had met.

" You're the new santri here?" ask ustad Usman. Anisa and Elina immediately frowned.

" No" answered Anisa.

" If you're not a new santri, then you're santri's parents here huh?" ask ustad Usman back. Anisa and Elina clenched their eyebrows back.

" I'm sorry we're not the new santri here, nor are we santri's parents. We are from Jakarta, my sister Erika just entered the boarding school this morning. I am Anisa and this is Elina my friend" Anisa said. Ustad Usman nodded.

" I want Usman, I'm one of the teachers here"

Anisa and Elina nodded.

" Oh yes Ani, if you may know how old your sister is?" ask ustad Usman. Instead of answering, Anisa instead gnashed her forehead feeling astonished because Ustad Usman called her Ani. While Elina was giggling.

" Why did Ustad call me Ani?" asked Anisa astonished.

" Your name is Anisa right?, I just call your first name" Ustad said. Elina whispered to Anisa.

" Maybe she felt ROMA RHYTHM when she called you Ani" whispered Elina.

" Everyone who knows me calls Nisa, not Ani" Nisa said.

" Nisa is my wife's name, if I call you Nisa, my wife will also follow me" said Ustad Usman. Anisa and Elina are lyrically intertwined.

" My head is starting to migraine" Elina said, holding her head.

" Well you know what his wife's full name is?" ask Anisa.

" Tifana Nisa kamila" replied Usman.

" And my name is Anisa Maharani. Then if only his wife called Tifana, not Nisa" said Anisa.

" My wife doesn't want me to call Tifana"

" Yes already, if there is time go to the market to buy red porridge, yellow porridge and green porridge" said Anisa.

" Why would I buy rainbow-colored porridge like that?" tanya ustad Usman doesn't understand.

" To change his wife's name" Anisa replied. Ustad Usman immediately frowned.

" What name should I change?"

" Just replace it with Tifana Julaeha kamila, then call Leha, okay?" said Nisa. Ustad Usman was confused.

" In fact that crazy is what I am" inner ustad Usman.

" I'll talk to my wife later, I happen to be pregnant. But by the way, how old is your sister?" ask ustad Usman.

" Erika is 16 years old"

" It's too late" Elina said.

" Why is it too late?"

" That snot boy has made us dizzy 7 circumference, he has taken us around the world, on foot in Europe, flying in the sky to seven, prancing on a Titanik ship, he said, and finally he took us to the north pole to get acquainted with the polar bear. The Zahira had made my head break into pieces, I had taken a 3-grain migraine medication" said Elina.

" It's your ass" said Ustad Usman.

" Ustad, may I ask you something?" said Anisa.

" What do you want to ask?"

" Ustad doesn't know Ibrahim?" ask Anisa back.

" Abrahim?"

" Hmmm" Anisa nodded naggingly.

" Abrahim Husen is my brother's name. He's the owner of this boarding school, why are you asking about my brother?"

Anisa and Elina even exchanged lyrics as if they did not believe the answer given by the man in front of them.

" Well you know how old he is now?" asked Anisa curiously.

" My brother is now 68 years old his son 3 and his grandson 5 will soon be adding grandchildren after my wife gives birth. What business do you ask about my brother?, don't tell me that you put your heart on my brother yes, my heart if I'm jealous, he's more fierce than ka Ros" ustad Usman.

" Who's Ros?" whispered Anisa.

" He's Upin Ipin's sister" replied Elina. Anisa just scrunched her forehead.

" Athaghfirullah alazim, his grandson Nis a lot, maybe he sent the letter" whispered Elina.

" I don't know"

Anisa even bengong thought of Ibrahim's name.

" Ustad, we excuse you, we have to go back to Jakarta" Elina said.

" May I say something" Usman said.

" Please"

" Migrate, draw near to God" Ustad Usman said expectantly. Anisa and Elina are lyrically intertwined.

" Why did you come to talk to us like that?" ask Anisa.

" Because I know, after you get out of this pesantren, you must immediately open each hijab and show each other's aurat" said Usman.

" Nis ko she can tell" whispered Elina a little embarrassed.

" Could you know that we haven't moved?" ask Anisa.

" See from your appearance, your hijab is tilted obliquely how it is" said Ustad Usman. Instantly Anisa and Elina rushed to reach into the small mirror from her bag and immediately saw her appearance from the mirror, they justified each other's hijab.

" Women of the last days" inner ustad Usman.

" I'm sorry iftad, we have not hijab, we want to emigrate only because of God and we are trying to do that" said Anisa.

" I pray, may you get guidance"

" Amiin" said Anisa and Elina.

" Of course, we'll excuse you, asalamualaikum"

" Greetings waalaikum"

Anisa and Elina leave the boarding school to return to Jakarta. Ustad Usman looked at them while shaking his head.

" Athaghfirullah alazim"

When Ustad Usman stepped foot, he suddenly remembered Anisa's question.

" Abaghfirullah alazim, who asked the Ani Ibrahim Husen what Malik Ibrahim yes ustad thugs" said Ustad a little confused.