CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#27

Hirrahmaa Nirrahiim...

Allahumma Shalli 'Alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa 'Aalihi Sayyidina Muhammad

"You sure you want to hang out there...?"

Hanifa packed Asha's things into her little suitcase. Asha smiled lightly while tidying up the Qur'an and its tajweed which he placed at the top of the other three reading books. The invitation letter as a volunteer teacher at Askhabul Kahfi boarding school that he has signed also participated he put into the smallest zipper bag. Asha did not need to rethink to approve this activity, he thought this activity must have helped him greatly to restore his spirit. After approximately one semester he was 'caged' by Iqbal Dirgantara of course he needed a fresh wind.

"Yes Ma. I want to live according to the nature of Habluminallah Wa Habluminannaas according to our religion. Not only good relationship with God but also must establish a relationship with other people. What else if we can give a good benefit, Fastabikhulkhoirot..."

Asha chose - choose the veil of her favorite motif before returning to continue her speech.

"This semester I want to fill it with useful things, right Ma?"

"Subhanallah.preferably - good people with knowledge is to practice the knowledge in the right way. Mama can't stand in the way of your good intentions, baby..."

Hanifa kissed her daughter's forehead with haru.

"God, my daughter is growing up..."

Asha smiled sweetly at Hanifa's praise.

"Who used to dong Mama...?!"

The girl looked so sweet and cute, that Hanifa could no longer resist pinching her nose.

They engage in small talk typical of teenage women. Hanifa still looks very youthful when joking with Asha, even though she has now entered the number 47 years.

"It's done - done?"

Iqbal Dirgantara stood on the doorstep with his hands crossed right on his chest. His field service clothes are very suitable to wear his tall body to reach the door, still dashing like Rambo. Arka emerged from behind Dirga's back moments later.

"Come dong, just packing clothes for a long time. Ah, you girl...!"

That's Arka, if he's at home he won't want to know his sister's business anymore.Times - he glances at a cool watch that coils around his wrist.

"Sabar dong Aa'.this is also being done...!"

Asha was so upset, turning to look at Dirga who was watching Hanifa deeply.

"Better Papa help Aa' packing the goods - the goods only. Once you're done, Papa can check back his suitcase. Who knew there was an adult magazine that Aa' was hiding...!!"

"Whattt...?"

Arkha Shock isn't playing.

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Azam did not know if his decision was right or wrong. Returning to Abi boarding school is the right step so open your heart.

Eliminate anxiety and inappropriate feelings. May the sins that Azam has brought for many years be erased in the peace of Askhabul Kahfi.

If the choice is wrong, then he will stay for a day or two. Sekerdar fulfilled his desire for his longing that came - arriving to beg Abi and Uminya. I don't know, maybe the combination of the two feelings that Azam was pulled back to this place.

Azam parked his car in the spacious courtyard of the boarding school. The gate is towering and on the face of two brightly lit bulb lights. Azam got out of his car by carrying his backpack. Tumben once already at 9 this gate has not been closed. Overall Askhabul Kahfi still remains as it once was, decorated with plots of gurame fish ponds and vegetable gardens. Only the place of study of the students who now the building looks a little modern. It turned out that Abinya's boarding school experienced many changes.

God, how long has Azam not set foot in this house?

A familiar voice was so beautiful to his hearing. While chanting the letter of Al-Mulk from the direction where the santri menguroja'ah, the sound was winding with a rhythm that is so extraordinary. Unknowingly Azam followed verse by verse.

"Pig..."

His voice was soft, venturing closer to the door.

"Assalamu'alaeum...!"

Azam knocked on the door from the teak wood after looking at the peaceful face of Abinya in her old age from the side. How long has Azam never said hello? A contemporary national movement in its unity has certainly never gotten used to it. Azam was like a foreigner in his own religion.

"Wa'alaikum hail..."

Serempak Abi and his disciples looked up to answer Azam's greetings.

Abdurrahman Lathif took off his reading glasses, leaving the students who were still studying the meaning of the Qur'an to embrace Azam. Santri there was surprised and happy with the arrival of Gus Azam. They returned to the pesantren and closed their own Qur'an to greet their former upperclassmen.

"Allahu Akbar's...How long haven't I seen you...? You finally came home to this house...!"

Kiyai Lathif almost shed her tears. Letters, short messages never once Azam rubbed him. Tau - know now his son came in good health.

Azam kissed Abi's hand as the beginning of his honor. Repeatedly Kiyai Lathif said sukur and rubbed Azam's face afraid that - if it was just a mirage.

"God, how glad I am to see your return Khoirul Azam. You won't know how much you and I miss you..."

"Then let me meet Umi..."

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Asha commented with a smile as her feet reached the gate that had opened. The large monument reads "Askhabul Kahfi" as if to greet him with peace. The girl squinted, the weak illumination directing her eyesight at the figure of the hooded girl.

"Assynoltom..."

Asha said while parsing her steps.

"Mr Asha..."

Strangled the girl while running small towards Asha.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Warahmatullah..."

Asha felt the warm embrace of the girl calm down.

"Kiyai sent Alifah to wait for Asha's mother here. Ma'am Asha is 3 hours late from the predicted schedule..."

Asha smiled apologizing.

"Mbak stuck in traffic on the road. Mbak's family couldn't drive him here because there happened to be a sudden affair. Travel here by ojek, so sorry to make Alifah wait mbak...?"

The girl nodded with a smile.

"It's okay, Alifah was here 10 minutes ago. Let's madam, the kiyai family must be waiting for Asha's mother..."

They walked past the students' study, the small vegetable garden and the gurame fish pond. Also Mushalla At-Tauhid a bustling sound santri teachi.

Asha did not wrongly accept this offer. A peaceful place to expel all the bad prejudices that he is experiencing.

Kira - guess what happened to the lodge pesantren torment...like....like...