Hubbak Ghali, Yes Habibi Qolbi

The Story of Five Years Ago

Until then, the taste that Husain has is still unrequited. Qianzy's principle was only one moment, which was to get closer to her brother and begin to learn the religion embraced by his entire extended family. 

Raising her name, and taking care of the pesantren with her brother, was her wish at the time. No time room takes care of the love story in him.

"This is her class, is Ms Qian sure that Ustadz Husain hasn't had breakfast yet?" whispered Wisdom. 

"I don't care about that. The rest, all I did was to thank him. Wh why? Am I wrong?" Qianzy still put on her jutek face. 

"Ndak, anyway. Yes let's knock on the door" said Wisdom spirit. 

How not, Wisdom is also one of the students who admire a Husain there. When they were about to knock, a man came over to greet them. 

"Assalamu'alaikum," he said. 

"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied Hikmah surprised. "Mas Fathan," Hikmah continued, immediately turning his face away in shame. 

"Well, what's that kid? Santri, but why is this?" inner Qianzy squinted her brows. 

"What do you need to do coming here? What, is there a need with Ustad Husain?" ask Fathan. 

"Yes, can you please call him? I need to be with him" Qianzy said. 

Looking at Qianzy, Fathan was a little instantly interested. Qianzy charm is different even though she is not a Muslim. Even the triumvirate of Rudi, Muslih and Romli alone is always difficult to refuse his presence. 

Fathan Muzzamil is 23 years old. A santri from since he was 7 years old in the pesantren. Fathan's parents were entrepreneurs as well and respected. Even so, the view of the community is not far high from the Husain family. 

"You-" Fathan tried to get acquainted. 

"I'm not important to anyone. Please just call me Ustadz Mu .. Ustadz Husain, come here, please ..." pinta Qianzy in a loud tone. 

"Well, wait a minute" Again, Fathan couldn't turn him down. 

Husain was called by Fathan. Hearing Qianzy who was looking for him, Husain immediately stopped his lesson for a moment. 

"Attent, yeah. You continue reading the next material, assalamu'alaikum,"

"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,"

Soon Husain stepped out of the classroom and met Qianzy who was carrying her cute bushel in her hand. 

"Qian, are you here? Find me no need what?" ask Husain. 

"Actually I don't need anything, anyway?" qianzy said with a slightly spoiled tone like herself saying with Abid.

"But because this morning you brought chicken porridge, and reminded me of Mas Abid, so I brought this for you. Yes it's in the form of thank you, because you've brought breakfast for me," explained Qianzy gave her challenge.

"Lagain, your porridge is not you eat, right? Eat this, make your stomach odd until noon. It was me who cooked, delicious in eating thanksgiving, not good at eating yes already, throw it away. I'm leaving, assalamu'alaikum!" tukas Qianzy just left. 

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ustadz, Mas Fathan," Hikmah's greeting followed Qianzy away. 

"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,"

Fathan still lags when Qianzy uses your language I with Ustad Husain who is famous for his assertiveness and feared by the santri. "It's cold for him. Who the hell is he, Ustadz?" ask Fathan. 

"His name is Qianzy, Kyai's sister who just returned," replied Husain back to his class. 

"Wait, Ustadz. Kyai's sister who is always talking about that? Who was adopted by someone else and lived in the Big City?" continued Fathan. 

Husain looked at Fathan with his sinister gaze. "What do you want to be punished for, Fathan? Isn't your gym class in progress?" 

"Um, yes. Assalamu'alaikum, Ustadz," Fathan took it for granted. 

"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,"

The story of five years ago is very simple. At that time, Husain and Abid had just managed to find the whereabouts of Qianzy and her family in the Capital City. 

The afternoon sun-pull made 14-year-old Qianzy leave her school waiting for an invitation. It was obvious that he was waiting for someone in front of the gate. 

"Well, where's Lia, anyway? It took me a long time!" qianzy sulut. "Where thirsty anyway!"

As busy as Qianzy's adoptive parents used to be, Qianzy rarely received affection directly from them. Qianzy is rarely the three with her adoptive parents

At that time, Qianzy was thirsty, she bought a bottle of mineral water. When he was about to drink it, there was a little boy who kept watching him until Qianzy was uncomfortable. 

"Want to drink?" ask Qianzy. 

Not answering yes or no, the little boy was crying loudly. It made Qianzy feel guilty for not knowing the wishes of the little boy. 

"Mom, why is that her child?" ask Qianzy. 

"I'm sorry, if my son interrupts, Dek," said the mother. 

"Eh, not so. Mother, her son why cry. Jeez .. Her body is hot, let's take her son to the hospital, Buk!" exclaimed Qianzy who was currently idly touching the little boy. 

At that time, Husain was carrying some to be sent to the capital. Parking on the front shoulder of the school. At that time, Husayn was in the Qur'an in the car, while Abid was praying in the mosque not far from the place. 

"Mas, can you help me, right? You can, you can dong. Hurry up, Mom's in and we'll take her to the hospital!" qianzy exclaimed asking the mother and the little boy to get in the car. 

"Sorry, what's going on, huh?" asked Husain, at that time Husain was 21 years old. 

"Not much work. Later on I ask, I have to take this mother's child to the hospital because her child has a fever" Qianzy still wants to take the child to the hospital. 

"Mother's behind, son. It's okay, really," 

The mother of the child refused to be taken to the hospital. However, Qianzy did not hear the rejection and continued to force the mother to bring her child in for a check. 

"Why? About fees? Take it easy, I think. The important thing is that your child is healed, pity me, Mother!" qianzy. 

The mother finally wanted to, but chose to sit in the back. Husain continued to be urged to take the mother and child. 

"In the meantime, I'll call the person who's with me first" Husain asked Qianzy to wait for her to contact Abid. 

"It's old!" ketus Qianzy's. 

"Here let me call. Just drive, there's a hospital nearby. What's the name on the contact I'm calling?" 

"Kyai Abid" Husain replied with the lyrics. 

"Buset, Kiyai? Should I have a greeting?" asked Qianzy plain. 

"That's .. it's up to you," Husain glanced over at Qianzy's wrist wearing a red wana-circular strap. 

Soon Husain was driving to the destination at Qianzy's request. At that time, Husain did not know if Qianzy was the girl he was looking for along with Abid. 

More to make Husain fall for Qianzy, while waiting for the child to be examined, Qianzy sold some earrings and necklaces to make up for the medicine and the rest of the money was given to the poor Mother. 

At that time, Husain himself drove Qianzy to sell her jewelry. "You sell jewelry like this, aren't your parents angry, to?" ask Husain. 

"The health of the child is much more important. The mother and child's stomach is also much more important. Later I can buy again," replied Qianzy busy taking off the ring that her foster mother had just bought a week ago. 

That was the story five years ago, which made Husain look at Qianzy as a different girl. Until finally, Husain learns that Qianzy is the younger brother of Abid, Kyai in the boarding school he lives in.