Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)

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HP Ammar vibrated, there was an incoming SMS from Jho, his classmate while studying undergraduate at UIN Sunan Ampel Surabaya.

“Mar, next week there is a seminar on my campus. Here is the plan you become the second speaker, how?”

“InsyaAllah, Jho.”

Ammar takes ablution and rushes to Magrib's prayers, while Azmy is still engrossed in the game he plays on his brother's laptop.

“Salat woi, main mulu.”

“Patience, again against the king.”

Azmy really likes to play games. Every time the pesantren holiday, at least five hours he spent staring at the screen box. If his brother's laptop is being used, he uses his old computer even though the specs are still low.

Azmy's love in playing online games, did not escape the influence of the Big Brother. Ammar used to be very happy with online games. Almost every time there is free time, he always opens the laptop and monitors the progress of his character. His income from playing games made him rarely ask for pocket money to his parents. He left everything gaming-related behind when Mom decided to hitch him. His activities were immediately centered to deepen the science of religion so that he could obtain a second rank in the National intelligent Islamic competition held by Airlangga University.

Not long after, azan magrib reverberated. Ammar went straight to the musalla near the grandmother's house. He parked his motorcycle on the porch of Grandma's house. After the prayers and rhymes, the village children immediately surrounded him.

“Yee, Mas Ammar have returned home.” Shouted they were happy.

Ammar was warmly welcomed every arrival in this small musalla, especially by the children who learned to teach him. From a distance, he saw a woman with a light blue robe. He was quickly able to recognize the woman's distinctive way of walking.

“Assalamualaikum” Sapa.

“Waalaikumsalam, eh Vira” replied Ammar while serving the village children.

Ammar opened a mushaf followed by all the children. Vira was in the middle of them while Ammar sat in front. They look happy with the smiles that adorn each of them. Sometimes there is impatience when his recitation of the Quran is blamed. There are also those who are already fluent and start to memorize.

The village children who taught in the small musalla were only eleven people. They are Wimas, Irfan, Faiq, Mei, Rozaq, Nabila, Nia, Ana, Rosa, Aisyah, and Ega. They all came from the village of Candi but in different alleys. They don't cost a penny. Ammar and his three other friends, Mila, Vira, and Ibrahim, do not want money. They just follow what they understand.

Mila was an old friend of Ammar when he went to school. Vira and Ibrahim are friends with Ammar. Ammar, Vira, and Ibrahim knew each other. Whether it's life or family. Only Mila whose family and life is still vague because he always comes using a motorbike. In fact, the three of them did not know where Mila's original residence was.

In the musalla, there was no age difference between fellow disciples, even though the young ones taught the somewhat old ones, they still got along well with each other. One of them is Wimas, a fourth grade Elementary student who was taught by Faiq who was still Kindergarten. Faiq had been given the task by Ammar to teach Wimas privately because their two houses were next to each other.

Ammar is actually very tired tonight, but the children's joy makes him return to his spirit. Likewise with Mila, he was also happy to see the spirit of the children. Not infrequently his cheeks flushed because he was always compared by Ammar. Not infrequently he also misbehaved.

Ammar responded with a smile while listening to Rozaq's recitation of the Quran.

“Eh .. Nia can't do that.” Prevent Mila.

“Mbak Mila has her cheeks flushed tuhh ..” Chirps Aisyah.

Ammar and the other male disciples could only see a smile, sometimes a little laugh.

“Aisyah can not be naughty you know ..”

“Mbak Mila shy it ..” Aisyah replied while running out.

“Aissue .. Wait ...” Shouted Mila while chasing after Aisyah.

Musalla though small but can make one's heart happy. Starting from Irfan who is often emotional for no apparent reason, to Aisyah and Vira who are judesnya begging, and Faiq and Rozaq who have strong memorization.

“Let them chase. Ntar if tired must stop alone.” Ammar said calmly.

“Mas Ammar, more stories about Prophet's companions.” Pinta Rosa's

“Iya dong Mas, come story.” Rozaq.

“Who yes.?” Ammar's distraught.

The children are waiting.

“About Tsauban only.”

“Tsauban?” Rozaq.

“Iya, his name is indeed foreign in our ears. It is one of the causes of asbabun nuzul a verse in the Quran.