Hubbak Ghali, Yes Habibi Qolbi

What happened to Qianzy?

"Your teacher here isn't just Mas Qianzy. You will start studying with Ustadzah Rani Ustadzah Fitri and Ustadz Husain" Abid said. 

"Ustadzah, please give your guidance to my sister, yes .." he added. 

"God willing, Kyai. You will do well,"

"Can't!" reject Anjani. "I balk if Ustadz Husain taught Qianzy. They're not mahrams and can't be alone!" exclaimed Anjani annoyed. 

"There is wisdom," Qianzy replied casually. 

Anjani is still holding back anger considering that all the residents of the boarding school are there. However, he still refused if Husain became the master teacher for Qianzy. 

"I know, Kyai. You want to match Qianzy to my future husband, right? Look at it later, I'll make you a lot more embarrassed than last night! You idiot!" anjani's curse in the heart.

There's nothing Anjani needs to fuss about anymore. Abid does not want until everyone knows the nature of Anjani a little bad. Even so, Anjani still considers Abid like his own sister because of the kindness of his parents last time. 

"Qian, you started studying with Ustadz Husain at the mosque next to the mosque. Afternoon and evening you can study together with Ustadzah Rani or Ustadzah Fitri" said Abid. 

"Yes, Mum." 

Qianzy didn't say much back then. His mind was filled with his brother who was always humiliated by Anjani. He was not a santri, but only lived in the pesantren for Husain's sake. 

Seeing Qianzy so visibly frustrated, made Husain wonder. "What makes him so frustrated? Today, he looks uninspired. He had just started his new story. What's wrong with her?"

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During the day, Qianzy did not come to the mosque to study. Husain came to mind and initiative to send a message to Qianzy. He got Qianzy's number from Abid himself. [Are you okay?] -, a message from Husain. 

However, there was no reply from Qianzy, as Qianzy had already returned home and instead fell asleep carrying her frustration. 

Day by day passed. Since becoming a convert, Qianzy is still alone at home and rarely goes out. He also no longer met with Wisdom, as well as his three male friends.

"Qian, there is Wisdom. You want to meet him?" abid asked while knocking on the door of Qianzy's room. 

"Take him to my room, Mas. I'm the mascer!" shouted Qianzy. 

"Mas left for the village next door first, yeah. Don't forget to study today, Ustadz Husain is already waiting at the mosque,"

"Yes, what a handsome Masku!" 

Wisdom entered Qianzy's room. How shocked Wisma was to see a large idol poster fill the wall of Qianzy's room. 

"Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, Ma'am. Whose picture is this?" ask Hikmah. 

"Heh, most people, come and say hello. Why are you straight out?" sahut Qianzy's. 

"Oh, astaghfirullah. Assalamu'alaikum, Sister Qianzy. What's up, I haven't seen you in a few days. Miss me," said Hikmah patting Qianzy on the shoulder. 

"Wa'alaikumsallam's chat. I miss whatan dah! Amused tau!" qianzy replied. "What are you doing here?" tanyakanya. 

Before saying his goal, Hikmah asked first the matter of Qianzy's idol. Qianzy only said that she only liked the work of her idol, not the others. 

"Oh, one more. I am just a connoisseur of their handsome faces. Wh why? Was wrong?" ask Qianzy cynically. 

"Yo ndak wrong, it's just that, Ma'am Qian need to know, idolizing someone who is excessive it should not be. Especially to glorify," explained Hikmah. 

"Why is that?" ask Qianzy. 

The law of idolizing non-Muslims is illegal, when admiring and idolizing the person to become a fanatical fan who justifies everything in the idol, he said, follow and use all that the idol does and also participate in justifying or acknowledging the religion that has been embraced 

"But, I'm still at a reasonable stage idolizing him. Just like the songs look the same, hehehe ..." Qianzy rubbed her idol's face. 

وَقُلْ لِلْمُؤْمِنَاتِ يَغْضُضْنَ مِنْ أَبْصَارِهِنَّ وَيَحْفَظْنَ فُرُوجَهُنَّ

"Tell a woman of faith: Let them withhold her views, and include ************."(QS. With Nuur: 31).

The zina of the eye, that is, seeing that cannot be seen more than the first sight in order to be wise and with orgasm.

After hearing the explanation from Hikmah, Qianzy continued to look at her posters and idol portraits. 

What his friend said has a point, too. Qianzy was already in the stage of migrating, she would not move only half-and-half for the sake of the future and for her brother. So, he started packing items related to his idol. 

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As usual, the night before 9 o'clock, Qianzy was getting ready to go to the bathroom. After going to the bathroom, he intends to walk around for a while looking for the night wind so that it can be calmer to face Husain tomorrow. 

Because, this afternoon, Qianzy did not study again with Husain or the Ustadzah because he did not want to. 

As Qianzy passed through the son's bathroom, she noticed that there was something strange that was beside the son's bathroom. 

"So there's a flyer, but the bathroom door is open?" qianzy Mumbles. 

At first everything was still fine Qianzy and heard some of the son santri voices chatting while urinating. When Qianzy was about to open the slightly open door, she found that the toilet was empty.

"Heh, how empty?"

"There wasn't a son santri, was there?"

Qianzy again made sure if the toilet was just used by the students to chat. However, when Qianzy made sure again, the toilet was clearly still dry. Make the fur sit immediately stand up. 

"Obviously I heard their voices talking. But why is it empty now?" qianzy muttered turned her body and walked slowly. 

"Are there any ghosts who like pranks?"

"But if it's a real ghost, why am I still here? I should have run away, returned home and told Mas Abi this!"

When Qianzy was busy fighting with her own heart, Husain came out of the corner of the toilet that was special for Ustad there. Seeing Qianzy in front of the son's dormitory, he muttered.

"Well, is he here?"

"It's kan~"

Husain wet his hands, then splashed water on Qianzy and asked what Qianzy was doing there. 

"Sst, what!" whiskey Husain. 

"Huh? Nope," Qianzy said thinking that the voice was Husain's. 

"Qiani!" 

"Buset, he knows my name. Anjiir, what cake is this? Eh astaghfirullah my mouth!" Qianzy was terrified herself. 

"Please, I don't pray that anymore. I'm nauseous now, go! My flesh doesn't taste good~" Qianzy muttered to herself without caring for Husain who had just called her. 

Husain tried to call Qianzy again. That time, he turned over Qianzy to make sure that she was real, not a ghost. 

"Hey, Ustad! Yeah, right? You're Ustadz Husai, right?" Qianzy looked at Husain from top to bottom. 

He made sure Husain's feet were still on the ground. "By the way, dong!" Qianzy just keeps blabbing incessantly. 

Husain remained silent and indifferent to him. His heart was filled with questions seeing Qianzy in front of the toilet of the son santri whose anetinya, when Qianzy was in the cottage part santri putra. 

"Ustadz, um, what's diem, anyway? Cake, Ustadz! Ustad Husayn!"

Without caring about Qianzy, Husain just left Qianzy in front of the men's dormitory. Horrified by himself, Qianzy caught up with Husain and kept trying to get Husain to talk. 

"Ustadz, dong. Don't keep going like this, more thrush, will you?" qianzy asked in a loud voice. 

"I beg you to shut up, will you?" snarled Husain turned his back. He was just upset, why did Qianzy get to the son's santri cottage. 

Qianzy's eyes changed. His heart ached when Husain rebuked him. His eyes were glazed. Making Qianzy to be confused by her feelings at that time.