He is my Imam !

Ordinary Routine

Hamzah, who had arrived in front of his house, was greeted by security guards who opened the front gate of his house. Hamzah went into his house, left the car in the yard while handing the keys to his car to Mr. Maman.

"Home home, son!" dad said.

"It's Dad!" hamzah said he was crucifying his father.

"Where's Dad's mom?" ask again.

"Your mother's asleep, son!" answer Father.

"Alright, Hamzah to the room first!" abugn.

"Alright, meet Dad in the study! there's something I want to talk about!"

"All right!" she left Dad.

After cleansing his body, the hungry Hamzah went to the dining table and devoured his mother's available cooking on the table. After finishing his meal, Hamzah walked towards his father's study. Once there he knocked on the door and entered.

"Assalamua'laikum Daddy!" greet Hamzah.

"Yes'laikumsalam! Come sit here!" said Father.

"All right!" hamzah said to sit his body.

"Hamzah, are you really sure you want to go back to managing the pesantren, son?"

"Yes, Dad!" steady Reply.

"Alright, but on one condition!" said Father.

"Is that Dad?" ask Hamzah.

"You can only manage the pesantren while managing the company, until you have children! and will be re-managing the family company to the fullest!" firmly Dad.

"Why is that Dad?" wonder tanks.

"You'll know the answer later after you have kids!" said Father.

"Well dad, so from tomorrow I can go to the boarding school right?" reply spirit.

"Here, rest you must be tired!" said Father.

"Alright, Hamzah to the room first" he said leaving Dad in his study.

Hamzah climbed one by one the stairs to his room, grabbed the door algae and pushed him. Hamzah, exhausted, laid his body on his soft bed, did not take long he fell asleep.

Someone was daydreaming about something on the balcony of his room. He misses the umminya figure a lot, thinking about every last sentence he said. There were so many questions on his mind that he couldn't answer.

"Ummi, Adinda miss ummi...! lirih Adinda clutched tightly frame family photo. No feeling of the clear details flowing on his cheeks. The falling tears signaled his longing for the ummi woman who gave birth to him.

Hix... Hix...

"Do ummi know? My sister is repairing herself! I hope ummi is happy, yes! seeing the change of Adinda.." he softly smirked the smile on his lips.

"Ummi pray for you, yes! hopefully tomorrow you can go to the pesantren and study there, realize the ummi dream! Hix... Hiks..." murmured Adinda who was still sobbing.

She decided to go in, shut every window of her room and walk to her bed. He also kept the family picture frame on the table next to his bed, closing his eyes hoping everything would be fine. It did not take long, Adinda too slept with her eyes moist.

For some reason, this morning Adinda was very excited to wake up from her sleep. He walked towards the bathroom to take a shower and wudu'. After finishing, Adinda also grabbed her mukena, then wore it and performed the morning prayers. Raka'at for the sake of raka'at he performed solemnly', Adinda who has finished performing her prayers. Fold the mucus that he uses and put it back in its original place. She decided to get out of her room, walking down the stairs to the kitchen. There is already Bi Mona who is preparing breakfast.

"Bi Mona, cook what?" my sister approached him.

"I'm cooking porridge for breakfast sir, Miss!" abugn.

"Will Aunt teach you Sister?" ask again.

"Sure Miss, come here!" abugn.

Adinda approached Bi Mona and learned to cook porridge for her ashes. However, because cooking porridge only takes a short time, Adinda also continued to learn to cook it. Adinda taught Bi Mona to make fried rice that was previously salty. Step by step in teaching Bi Mona, the clever Adinda quickly caught what Bi Mona said, so she also understood the narrative of Bi Mona.

"Let Adinda do the food, Bi!" adinda said while grabbing a spoon in Bi Mona's hand.

"Good, Miss! then I'll call you for breakfast!" he left Adinda.

"Good morning, Abi!" said Adinda saw her brother who was walking towards the dining table.

"August, Son!" abi sat himself down.

"Wait on, yeah! Adinda's gonna send Abi some porridge!" said Adinda stood grabbing the porridge on the dining table.

"No, no! Abi eat this fried rice only!" abi said while taking the fried rice with his plate.

"Alright Abi!" said Adinda put back the bowl of porridge.

"Then is it delicious?" said Adinda who saw Abinya very greedy eating fried rice made with Bi Mona.

"It's so delicious! exactly cook your ummimu." he said.

"Really, Abi? Then Adinda will make it every day for Abi." said Adinda excited.

Abi choked on hearing Dinda's words, and grabbed the drink she had poured.

"Is this you cooking, son?" said Abi who did not believe.

"Certainly, Abi! Bi Mona taught me, didn't she?" adinda.

"Yes, Sir! it was Miss Adinda who made it" said Bi Mona who convinced Abi.

Abi smiled as he looked at Adinda. My sister who saw him smiled again. They also finished their breakfast that morning. When she finished, Adinda went to her room to change her clothes.

"Bi, Adinda wants to go to the room first, yes Abi! Adinda wants to change clothes and go to pesantren again, it was not yesterday so Bi!" obviously Adinda.

"All right, boy! Abi's going to take another break to the room!" abi said.

"Yes, Abi!" adinda left Abinya at the dinner table.

"August, Miss!" greet Vivy.

"Morning, Vivy! I'm leaving today, so please arrange my schedule!" adinda.

"Good, Miss! here's your car keys!" Adinda also grabbed the car keys.

"Thank you!" adinda.

"All right, Miss! I was ready to go back to the office." said Vivy.

"Alright." said Adinda who also followed Vivy because she will go too.

Look at Vivy who's been away using the company car brought by the office driver. She got into her car and also drove her car towards the boarding school she had visited with Kim.

"Assalamua'laikum's! kak Hamzah" said a woman to Hamzah.

"Morning, Sarah! Where is ustad Sakhi?" tanyakanya.

"There's room, brother! but Sarah can't deliver because Sarah has to teach!" abugn.

"Yes, all right Sarah! it's okay, please teach!" answer Hamzah kindly.

Sarah is an Indonesian teacher, who has taught for 5 years in Hamzah's pesantren. At that time, Hamzah accidentally hit him while he was looking for work. Because of that, Hamzah who felt guilty about hiring Sarah in his boarding school which at that time was still lacking teaching staff.

Tok tok tok tok

"Lake in!" ablaze

"Assalamua'aikum Sakhi!" Hamzah.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" sakhi answered while standing over to Hamzah.

"Let's sit! so soon you're here!" abugn.

"I miss this pesantren!" Hamzah.

"How are you doing Hamzah?" ask Sakhi.

"Alhamdullilah, God always gives me happiness!" hamzah tesilmai.

"Goddess!" sakhi was amazed.

"Your father told me yesterday, so this room will come back!" sakhi said again.

"No! we're just one room! after all, after I was busy handling the company, I no longer managed the pesantren!" Hamzah.

"Then?" ask Sakhi again.

"You run, I'll teach! because, I have to go back and forth to the company because my father only handles half of my work!" Hamzah.

"Alright, Hamzah!" sanya understands.

They kept talking until someone broke their conversation.

"The Assalamu'alaikum Ustad Sakhi! outside there are women who want to study in this boarding school" he said gatekeeper.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, just tell him to come in, yes Mr Teguh!" abugn.

"Well Ustad, if that's what I'll excuse you" he said leaving Hamzah and Sakhi.

They continued chatting, interspersed with a little joking, making them laugh out loud.

"So, you're gonna teach in 3rd grade A and that woman alone!" sakhi.

"Well, but why should I teach him?" ask Hamzah.

"The color I'm married! my wife will be jealous!" sakhi.

"Yes, Alright!" Hamzah.

Tok tok tok tok

"Lake in!" say them simultaneously.

"Assalamu'alaikum" he said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" they said.

"Please, sit here, Miss!" sakhi approached her desk and left Hamzah on the sofa of the room.

"What's up, Miss? What can we help you with?" ask Sakhi.

"I want to study religion in this pesantren!" adinda. While Hamzah was busy playing his phone without realizing the whereabouts of Adinda.

"Oh, so! Well Miss you can study privately! because this pesantren is only up to the level of Aliyyah." said Sakhi.

"All right, thanks ustad!" adinda is happy.

"What's your name, Miss?" abugn.

"My name is Adinda, when do I think I can learn?" adinda said impatiently.

"Alright, then I ask the same person who wants to teach Miss!"

"Good" he smiled.

"Hamzah, come here for a second! sakhi.

"Good!" Hamzah who stood up from his seat looked towards Shaki and Adinda.

"What are you doing here?" said Hamzah who was shocked to see Adinda.