DRIBBLE

SANTRI'S DISAPPEARANCE

Not felt the building of the Tahfiz house mosque in the backyard of the main house has been seen standing with a dome on top of it that is medium size. Although still in the form of walls and brick walls, but overall the building of the mosque is already worthy of worship.

Four construction workers look busy focused on making a tower as high as 10 meters with a diameter of 2 meters square shaped. The position is right next to the banyan tree and the tower will be the fourth speaker toa. Some other workers are working on finishing polishing the outer wall and some workers are working on the interior of the mosque.

While the buildings that are made the dormitory of the students are finished and ready to be occupied. Haji Abas has decided that today santriwan-santriwati will be moved to occupy the new Tahfiz house.

That morning around 8:10 wib, the weather was quite bright overshadowing the city of Bandung. The noise of the vehicle engine mingled with the sounds of motorcycle horns and cars that occasionally bark suddenly, incandescent can be heard from behind the fence of the house.

Haji Abas is seen standing on the front porch of the main house is waiting for the arrival of the santri who are on their way to move from the old Tahfiz house.

Shortly afterwards, two blue mini-bus units entered Tahfiz's courtyard. Faintly heard boisterous sounds from inside the mini bus. Seen all the children stood impatiently to see their new place while flailing around to see the surroundings.

“Assalamualaikum..

“Haji sir! Hajj sir!”

“Assalamualaikum..”

“Haji sir! Hajj sir!”

Haji Abas waved his hands to reply to the words of his foster children who called from the mini bus as well as welcome the arrival of two mini buses that entered the spacious yard with a big smile beaming.

After the mini bus carrying the santri stopped and the mini bus door was opened by the children memorizing the Quran was immediately scattered scrambling to run out to meet where Haji Abas stood to fight shake hands.

“Quiet.... quiet... don't scramble... let's be orderly, orderly...” exclaim ustad Jalal warns the children of santri.

It seems very enthusiastic that the children of Tahfiz santri shake hands with Haji Abas despite jostling for Haji Abas' hand. The children seemed very happy to see the situation and condition of his new home with the faces of the deceased who unceasingly brushed his smile.

“Take each item then please enter your dorm,” exclaim ustad Jalal again through megapons on children who have shaken hands with Haji Abas.

The atmosphere of the house that used to live in Guntur, Mamah Karmila and Kunto is usually quiet during the night, now turned into a crowded after switching functions into a Tahfiz house.

On the first day of the official Tahfiz house was welcomed by santriwan and santriwati who were inhabited by children aged 10 to 15 years who were special for orphans, orphans, and children, orphans and abandoned children. There are about 50 children.

Haji Abas as the chairman of the Tahfiz Foundation with the help of 5 adults directing children to show places or rooms according to their function.

That day cut the royong santri clean up starting from the dormitory where they live. Then clean the yard, mow the grass and mash the plants with great joy.

All the children looked cheerfully clean while playing in the left side yard made a small garden. They look very fond of the new place, the happy faces of the children are clearly drawn from their facial expressions.

Between the downstream and the children who were busy cleaning the lawn while playing, suddenly one of the girls stood up straight facing the banyan tree. His eyes looked at the banyan tree with a cosy look, then slowly his feet stepped towards the tree.

In her vision, the girl saw another girl who was the same age as her standing under a banyan tree waving her hands. Santri women like buffalo who have been in the nose, according to the wave of girls who are not in the know.

Not a single friend had noticed his departure from the place they had gathered before. The child continued to walk straight while staring at the girl in the banyan tree without blinking, as if ignoring the surrounding environment.

Now the distance of the two girls is only two steps away, 3 steps. 2 steps. 1 step! The girl under the banyan tree immediately reached for the hand arm of the santri daughter, then tinkered with a slight stomp.

Simultaneously a gust of wind suddenly formed a small vortex appeared and enveloped the two girls and in an instant the two eyes disappeared as the whirlwind moved up and disappeared instantly.

No one had seen anything happening under the banyan tree. Some of the building porters who were making towers beside the banyan tree also did not seem to see it. Likewise with other students do not realize that one of his friends has disappeared.

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Tok...

“Sign in..” Authentic Thunder.

“Excuse me.” a karyawati entered the Thunder room while carrying a transparent map.

“Eh, Neng. Please sit, sit..” said Guntur when he saw Hafizah entering his room.

“Where, how does he say there is a problem with the project in Jepara?” Ask Thunder further after Hafizah sat down.

“Iya mas, from the report of our people who were there he said asking Mas there,” replied Hafizah.

Then Hafizah reported as complained by the project leader that in one area it could not be executed. Not because the land does not want to be separated by residents but because there is something beyond the reach of common sense. Various efforts have been made by the workers but the results are not as expected. Even the heavy equipment to the point of damage.

It has been three times the heavy equipment that was dropped but the results remain the same. Until finally the project leader gave up because he realized that the area there is something strange and difficult to measure with human logic.

The thunder in his seat with his forehead shriveled deeply. His mind floated around guessing what kind of problem he faced on his project. Then after a while full of curiosity, Thunder decided to go to Jepara.

“Alright then, I'll be there. Neng coming?” thunder said after Hafizah finished reporting.

“Neverything goes with mas?” ask Hafizah a little doubt.

“Yes nothing Neng,” replied Thunder smiled.

"When did it go?" ask Hafizah again.

"This sublime neng. Now we go home first for packing, all of you come with my car yes," said Guntur.

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In accordance with the plan after Duhur around 13.11 wib, Guntur picked up Hafizah at his residence in Pasir Kaliki area. Hafizah lived in the area along with her Bude during an internship at a company owned by Guntur.

Before leaving the house Guntur already say goodbye to mamah Karmila and Kunto if he and Hafizah want to go to Jepara for a few days. It also depends on the problem that is there.

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