Hubbak Ghali, Yes Habibi Qolbi

Arriving In Pesantren

"Is this the pesantren? It's so big, '" Qianzy muttered in amazement.

The gate was indeed open, but Qianzy did not see any students passing by there. Qianzy tries to contact Bik Rahma, asking why her brother has not welcomed her arrival. Not to mention Qianzy pressed the call button, a tall, white and also very similar man called out his name. 

"Qianzy …?"  

Their faces are almost similar. Clad in Muslim clothes, Abid smiled sweetly to Qianzy. Beside him, stood many santri princesses and sons who took part in welcoming the arrival of Qianzy. 

"Qianzy, is that you? This is your Mas, Qian," Abid said in a tone that made Qianzy's heart tremble. 

"I have a sister? I have an older brother who reached out at the first meeting?" qianzy's heart grew even more turbulent when Abid extended his hand to her. 

"Sister, em no. Mas Abid? Mas Abid, my real brother?" qianzy's voice sounded trembling.

Abid nodded, and Qianzy hugged Abid. It is very strange that they embrace each other in public. Moreover, as Kyai and the owner of the boarding school, it is impossible for Abid to do. However, both have a strong inner bond, so there is no such thing as a ****** between them.

"Mas-"

"Stt, we're going in first. You must be tired too, right? Come on, let's go in and tell stories inside the house, "Abid is so considerate. 

"Please, bring Qianzy's things home, yeah. And the rest, do your activities. Assallamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabbarokatuh, "greetings Abid. 

"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabbarokatuh."

The meeting between Qianzy and Abid is still new. However, both of them tried to be able to accept the very sudden situation. Still very imprinted memory Abid when welcoming the birth of Qianzy 19 years ago. 

He was 11 years old, but never forgot that he had a beautiful sister who was adopted by a couple of Chinese-blooded husbands and wives. 

"Alhamdulillah, this is Mas' house. Hope you feel at home to stay here," said Mas Abid showed a very beautiful joglo house in the eyes of Qianzy. 

"Well, the house is unique, Mom. Asri is also the atmosphere. It would be nice to live here!" exclaim Qianzy. 

Abid instead laughed at the slanted Qianzy hijab. It was obvious that Qianzy had not gotten used to wearing the hijab. 

"Hey, why did Mas keep me? Hih, it must be this hijab, right? Aaa I'm not used to Mas, don't worry about me, dong!" annoyed Qianzy with her dusty cheeks. It made Abid even harder to laugh at his sister.

"Ihh .. Mas evil! I'm craving, I don't want to eat anyway, Mi!" qianzy called the Mami in her emotions. 

Abid immediately stopped his laughter. Then apologize for making Qianzy sad and remember her parents who just died.

"Sorry Mas, yes .. Mas already-" 

"Look easy, Mas. I'm fine, really. Please teach me how to study religion, yes. Ever since I was a kid, I've never taught her anything," Qianzy cut before her brother felt even more guilty.

Abid has prepared a neat room for Qianzy to stay in. Let Qianzy rest and enjoy the atmosphere in the new countryside she lives in. While Abid requested permission to the mosque for worship of worshipers, because the time has entered the time of dzuhur.

"Gosh, what am I? He could bring incense and other offerings here. If Mas Abid gets to know--"

"But, right now .. I am not yet a Muslim. It's okay if I pray Mami and Papi this way?" muttered.

When Qianzy prayed, there was a woman who was looking for her. He was an ustadzah who asked Abid to accompany Qianzy for a while. His name is Rani Astuti, or often called Ustadzah Rani. He was already quite mature, 26 years old and not married because he was still at home sharing and seeking knowledge in the pesantren. 

"Assalamu'alaikum," he said. 

Already three times Ustadzah Rani saluted, but never answered by Qianzy. Finally, Rani's body ventured in and was surprised to see Qianzy praying. 

Ancestral veneration which is often called prayer turns out to have its own meaning.

Citing the book “Tongo” Days written by Marcus AS published by Suara Harapan Bangsa, the Chinese have a saying that reads as follows:

“If we drink water, then we should always remember to the source,”

Based on the saying, if you like human life, the life that is now lived will not exist if it does not come from ancestors.

Therefore, humans must still remember and be grateful for the life lived with respect for ancestors.

Ancestors are not only about grandfathers and ancestors. Ancestors in Chinese beliefs include offspring born before the person, including father and mother. However, the usual prayers are performed to honor those who have died.

Confucians and Buddhists do not believe that there is another life after death. This is also the reason why there is ancestral prayer. 

Ustadzah Rani remained waiting until Qianzy finished praying. Finished praying, Qianzy who had already known the existence of Ustadzah Rani also greeted him. 

"Sorry, who are you, huh?" qianzy asked to put her hijab back on as a form of respect. 

"MasyaAllah, his brother Ustadz turned out to be very similar to him. But alas, they have different beliefs, "the inner Ustadzah Rani. 

"Hey, who's this brother?" qianzy asked back, as Ustadzah Rani looked unfocused. 

Ustadzah Rani introduced herself. He also said that he was sent by Abid to bring him around to introduce himself to other santriwati. 

"Um, I'm actually an agnostic. I believe in God, but I don't adhere to any beliefs" Qianzy explained, fearing that Ustadzah Rani would misunderstand. 

"People's faith is the only one who decides. If you are not tired, I want to take you for a short walk in the pesantren" said Ustadzah Rani. 

"By, Brother. I, uh I'm not ready yet. If you may know, where's the bathroom, huh?" 

Ustadzah Rani laughed with the language Qianzy spoke. He also did not know very well where the bathroom in the house, because it never went deeper. Ustadzah Rani helps Qianzy find the bathroom and waits for her in the living room. 

The school was named Pondok Pesantren Mamba'ul Hissan. Longest clear in front of the entrance gate. It's not big, but there's quite a lot of love there.