Heart-shaking

A Heart-Waking Meeting.

I woke up with enthusiasm, After the Fajr Prayer I immediately jogging and swimming.

I haven't swam for a long time, I usually swim three times a week but now there's no time because of my busyness.

I was so happy to swim with my sister Reva.

Mom and Dad just accompanied us in a chair by the pool.

Sometimes I fad at my sister, she automatically sprained but that's what makes me always miss her because if she's angry, like a child while talking to Papa.

Papa and Mama who got the complaint just smiled, and finally I even gave up and apologized to him.

Because rarely - rarely we swim together, and this is what makes me miss my family.

After the swim, I had breakfast and permission to Papa and Mama to go to Bogor. Reva continued swimming.

After getting permission from Mareka, I also left in a Kijang Innova car.

I contacted Faisal to get to the place we agreed to.

I finally arrived at the Seroja cafe according to the schedule at 9 am.

As soon as I entered the cafe, it was seen that there were Faisal and Jonah.

After talking and paying for drinks, Kamipun went to Bogor.

By my side sits Faisal as a guide.

", Ren...We went to my Uncle's house first y?", just finished it we went to Pondok Pesantrennya?", said Faisal.

", well, how good is Sal?", I said.

Oh yes before that we buy fruit first yes, as by - by, "I said.

", okay.. Ren, ", Faisal replied.

After buying the fruit, we continued our journey.

It didn't feel like it was two hours on our way.

We were at Uncle Faisal's.

A simple house that is very beautiful with trees that make the house feel shady.

We were graciously welcomed by Uncle Faisal and his family.

And then I said I mean, to deepen the knowledge of religion in Pondok Pesantren. ", can you make a short lodge, Uncle?", I said long.

", Yes Uncle himself had heard the story from Faisal.

Coincidentally in the Pondok Pesantren Nurul Ilmi can accept as Nak Rendi wants?", even if only briefly mondoknya," said Uncle Hanafiah.

", GOD WILLING I am ready uncle Hanafiah?", because that's what I want, and for the cost of entry I will pay off immediately", I said steadily.

",ALHAMDULILLAH...Uncle was happy to hear it!". Said Uncle.

Continues to...This is the only one who wants to go to see Nak Rendi?", asked Uncle Hanafiah.

", No!!.. Uncle", I said.

", GOD WILLING, we are both Uncle?", while Faisal said there is still work to be completed.

Well then... end our lunch there, now you guys rest first huh?", said Uncle.

", Good Uncle!", answered us simultaneously.

After lunch we went to Pondok Pesantren in the village of Santri, only 500 meters from Uncle Hanafiah's house. And we just walk there, count while looking at the atmosphere of this village.

Why is the name Santri village?", because the population there is a majority of Santri children.

Both young and old always teach and pray together in the mosque in Pondok Pesantren.

Average mareka activities are always associated with Pesantren.

So no wonder the people there are famous by the name of Kampung SANTRI.

When we got there, we went down and went straight to the house of Pak Kyai Pondok Pesantren Nurul Ilmi Bapak Kyai Haji Abdul Somad.

Uncle Hanafiah also expressed our intentions and goals.

Mr. Kyai Abdul Somad also looks happy, and he openly accepts us to study here.

", If Ananda both are sure to study here?", when is the entry plan?",

Because faster is better" said Pak Kyai Abdul Somad.

", GOD WILLING this week Mr. Kyai!!".

Now we want to see - look first, the atmosphere in this Pesantren Cottage! ", I answered steady.

",Well then, please look - see, later in the same friend Mr Hanafiah yes?".

Maybe after being seen so as soon as possible to go into a hyacinth?", said Mr. Kyai with a smile.

", Good Mr. Kyai!", Then we excuse me", Pamit Uncle Hanafiah while kissing Mr. Kyai's hand followed by the three of us.

After We showed the room and room for the cottage, I was quite happy because each room consisted of 15 students.

Coincidentally, I will be in a one-room place with Yunus and also Santri who is already a student like us, the difference is we study in Jakarta while Mareka lectures in Bogor.

Then MI (MADRASAH IBTIDAIYAH or SD level).

Then MTS (MADRASAH TSANAWIYAH or equivalent to SMP).

MA (ALIYAH MADRASAH or SMA level).

I am happy to know that they also not only get religious knowledge but also get formal education like a public school.

Just look - see we also intend to go home Uncle.

While Uncle still has a task to complete. After saying goodbye to Uncle, Kamipun then left the cottage.

" Sal!!", Nus!!", I want to see - look at this village, you want to come?, "I said.

" No Ren!", I went back with Faisal to Uncle's house, I'll wait there!", said Jonah.

"okay...What if we do?", I said.

Okay, see you later, Assalamu'alaikum.", said Jonah along with Faisal.

'Wa'alaikum Salam.", I said as I walked away.

I didn't feel like I was walking far from where we parted.

I was impressed by the atmosphere of this village, it feels comfortable and beautiful.

The people of this village are notoriously friendly, every passing person always looks down while greeting, I also always answer with a smile.

Arriving in the middle of the field and the vast rice field, I just realized that this was far from the cottage. I seem lost.

I was confused to go back, then I saw there were some small children like to have just returned to school at the age of Kindergarten children.

I ran after Mareka, because I wanted to ask the way back to Pondok Pesantren.

Mareka was accompanied by a Muslim woman, it looks like a teacher mareka or one of the mothers of the children.

", Assalammu'alaikum".", I said in greeting.

"Wa'alaikum Salam... ", answered some of the children, looking at me, while the woman who was with them was silent and without looking at me, because their position was turned against me.

Sorry deck?", the ride asked?, the direction to Pondok Pesantren Nurul Ilmi where?", I asked mareka.

", who is this?", asked the sister wearing a friendly pink hijab.

My name is Rendi..!!", Just call Mas Rendi, not Om hehehe", I said kindly.

Oh.. Mas Rendi, my name is Maryam, is this far from Pesantren Mas? Looks like the wrong way?", he said again.

Mas later muter back and forth just straight ahead, well in the fork turn right, then straight until meeting Pesantren Nurul Ilmi, " said Maryam explained.

", Waduh thank you very much deck Maryam for the information, "I said with a smile.

Maryaaamm...!!!", Come home?, call the woman who was with Maryam without looking back.

", Good ma'am?, a minute.", said Maryam.

Already yes Mas Rendi, I have been called by Bu Aisha?", said Maryam while running small to catch up with the woman.

", Thank you deck?, don't run down!", I said as I walked away.

Bruukkkc... Suddenly there was the sound of people falling,

I saw that Maryam had fallen and her knees were bleeding.

Ouchuhh... Sick mom.", cried Maryam while holding her bleeding knee.

", Don't cry son of Sholeha, here the mother obati?", replied the woman while hugging and caressing Maryam and applying red medicine and then gluing Hansaplast. The drug is always available in a bag to take care of it.

I ran to mareka.

The Maryam Deck was okay - what was it?", I panicked as I looked towards Maryam, while the woman immediately turned my back.

Hmmmm... Thank God it's okay what Mas Rendi, this has been treated by Aisha's mother", replied Maryam.

Come on baby?, let's go home", take the woman out with a hand.

", Good Mom.", answered Maryam as she reached for Ms. Aisha's hand.

", let's go to Rendi we go home first, Assalamu'alaikum.", said Maryam.

Yeah..."Salam Wa'alaikum", I answered.

Suddenly the woman who was with Maryam turned to me, nodding her head at me and smiling.

×× Deg...Degs...My heart stopped, I was stunned to see it. My heart doesn't feel bad. It's as if the Earth is shaking and I don't feel the vibrations.

", SUBHANALLAH.

Who is she?, could she be Maryam's mother.

I'm curious to know about the woman who's been shaking my heart, "My inner self".

When I gained control of my heart, I realized that Maryam and the woman named Aisha had disappeared from my sight.

I also walked with a happy heart because I had found my dream woman.