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Meet Princess Kyai Aminudin

"Allaahumma robba haadzihid da'watit taammah, washsholaatil qoo-imah, aati muhammadanil washiilata wal fadhiilah, wasysyarofa, wad darajatal, 'aaliyatar rofi'ah, wab'atshu maqoomam mahmuudanil ladzii wa'adtah, innaka laa tukhliful mi'aadz." Dullah immediately swept his hands to his face after a moment of bringing it up.

Adzan ashar just mumbled. Dullah moved from his seat on a mat in the room where he was. Ajimukti has not been seen back since. Soon Dullah justifies the scabbard and exits the room towards the mosque.

Upon arrival near the stairs Dullah saw Ajimukti descending from the stairs with Gus Faruq. It looks like once they are now, Dullah's mind is in the heart. Dullah stopped deliberately waiting for Ajimukti.

As soon as Ajimukti and Gus Faruq finished down the stairs. Dullah immediately welcomed Gus Faruq's hand and was about to kiss him, but as quickly as lightning Gus Faruq pulled him.

"Don't do it, sir. Sampeyan is older than me." Gus Faruq later said.

Dullah just smiled. His intention was only to respect the teacher. Although Faruq is younger than him, but here his position is santri and Faruq is a teacher.

Ajimukti smiled looking at that scene. In his heart he felt that Faruq was very different from the people he had met in the cottage all along. For Ajimukti, Faruq has a high tasamuh soul.

Faruq took them immediately to the mosque. He went first, followed by Dullah and Ajimukti behind him.

"What's up, Lek?" Ask Ajimukti to Dullah shortly afterwards.

"Over now, my. I have also been muting until I started until. Keep meeting Manan, be told to know Manan until again with Gus Faruq." Said Dullah at length.

"Yes sorry, Lek. It wasn't sepet pamit. It was until he got his sleep. Don't want to wake him up." Ajimukti.

"It's okay, Mom." Then Dullah slightly brought his face closer to Ajimukti's ears. "What was that?" His whispers.

"It's nothing, Lek. Just go ahead." Ajimukti also whispered.

Dullah nodded in understanding.

Arriving in front of the mosque some santri immediately welcomed Gus Faruq, scrambling to greet him. It is very rare indeed Gus Faruq to follow congregational prayers in the mosque because indeed Gus Faruq does not often nginep in Pondok Hidayah, so it is not surprising that the santri scramble like that. Ajimukti and Dullah first enter the mosque. In the mosque, the view of Ajimukti once focused on Budi, Khalil and Imam the senior trio, as well as Manan who was not far from the three of them.

Finish fardhu ashar. Ajimukti and Dullah immediately stepped out towards the hall. As usual every ba'da ashar will have a study. Dullah suddenly felt nauseous, he took a moment to go to the toilet. Ajimukti chose to wait for Dullah in the front yard of the mosque rather than having to go first to the hall. While waiting for Dullah finished uniting with nature, Ajimukti lit a cigarette.

Kyai Aminudin came out of the mosque. Seeing Ajimukti sitting alone in the mosque courtyard, Kyai Aminudin approached him.

Ajimukti was shocked. Soon he threw out his cigarette and shook Kyai Aminudin's hand.

"Aren't you njai?" Kyai Aminudin asked while sitting on the bench of the mosque courtyard where Ajimukti was sitting waiting for Dullah.

"Saw, Kyai. It's waiting for Mr. Lek Dullah to go to the toilet." Sahut Ajimukti with smooth and slightly bowed.

"Today, has he memorized his schedule?"

"Persholatan, Kyai."

Kyai Aminudin just nodded.

"In the meantime you are the same Mr. Lekmu did not pay the same salary as Manan first. You have a fever again." Kyai Aminudin later said.

"Yes, Kyai."

Ajimukti is still in a slightly bowed standing position facing Kyai Aminudin. His right hand held his left.

"Here's a minute, ayu!" Kyai Aminudin cried to someone who knows. Ajimukti did not dare to turn his head to know who Kyai Aminudin was.

The sound of footsteps was heard approaching Ajimukti and Kyai Aminudin were.

"Pripun, Bah?" The soft voice of the woman sounded loudly in Ajimukti's ear. Ajimukti still did not dare to look.

"Later you said to Umimu. Abah should not be allowed to drink. This is you want to go straight to the hall over the nyakan children."

For a moment Ajimukti frowned. He had heard that voice but he had forgotten where. It seemed that the voice of the woman was not foreign to him. And from that conversation Ajimukti concluded something like this woman's son Kyai Aminudin.

"Is there still a need?" Ask the woman to Kyai Aminudin.

"Ah, no, Nduk. Oh, that's Aji." Feeling called his name Ajimukti slightly raised his face. " This is my daughter, Habiba." Kyai Aminudin.

Ajimukti shifted his position and a slender, not too tall young girl stood in front of him. The skin is yellow and tangs typical of Javanese women's skin, wearing a green abaya canal with a combination of yellow ribbon in line with the hijab she wears.

Ajimukti then clenched his hands together while introducing his name.

The girl did the same thing Ajimukti did. Habiba. The only daughter of wayang Kyai Aminudin.

"Well, this was the one that almost collided with me on the stairs, right?" Ask Habiba later.

Ajimukti now remembers something. He felt like he was no stranger to that voice.

Ajimukti hesitated. "Yes." Yeah." Said later.

"I'm sorry, Kang. I hunted." He spoke with his voice that sounded so soft.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I wasn't focused on walking." Sahut Ajimukti with a soft voice.

"Well, so you've met Habiba, son Aji?" Ask Kyai Aminudin later.

"Yes, Kyai."

"And don't know if this is my daughter?" Kyai Aminudin.

"No, Kyai." Ajimukti.

"It's only natural, Son Aji. Habiba rarely comes here. He's I'm hutkan in Pacitan there. And just come back now this is from last coming home a year ago." Kyai Aminudin.

Ajimukti just nodded in understanding. While Habiba just a little throw a smile towards Ajimukti. A smile that showed a dimple on his right cheek.

From the direction of the mosque the santri who came out of the mosque almost entirely set their sights on Habiba. There were even some who sounded whispering to each other. Habiba realized that.

"Yes, Bah. Biba wants to go to ndalemuin umi first if that's it." Habiba then kissed Kyai Aminudin's hand.

"I go first, Mas." Habiba also said to Ajimukti by clenching his hands in his chest and scratching a little smile once again.

Ajimukti just lowered his body a little.

Habiba turned his body and passed from before Kyai Aminudin and Ajimukti were. Ajimukti silently observed Habiba who walked away until his shadow disappeared in the path of the turn towards the ndalem, only the smell of his perfume left behind was so fragrant to the nose. Obviously it is not the fragrance of a perfume that is sold cheaply in the market.

Not long after Dullah was seen walking in a row towards Ajimukti and Kyai Aminudin. The water still looks wet his face from the traces of ablution water that has not dried. Soon Dullah kissed Kyai Aminudin's hand. Kyai Aminudin stood up and said goodbye to the upper hall. Dullah and Ajimukti only slightly lowered their heads and they did not wait any longer and immediately moved towards the lower hall.

"Old really, Lek?" Ask Ajimukti while walking hurriedly to the hall. Because maybe Manan has arrived there by now.

"It's not hard, Mom." Said Dullah grimacing a little.

"What, Lek?" Ajimukti frowned full of astonishment.

"That's it, Mas." Dullah came back grimacing.

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