Hubbak Ghali, Yes Habibi Qolbi

Tempe Mendoan

Seeing Qianzy's behavior, the ustadzahs patted his own forehead. How not to be surprised by the behavior of Qianzy who always makes money in pesantren.

"Why is he always happy when he's in the law? What for him, breaking it is a beautiful thing?" Abid muttered in surprise to his younger brother. 

"Kyai, I'm sure this is a form of comforting yourself from Qianzy. Although he made a mistake, he was not ashamed to carry out his sentence" Husain said. 

"True, what Kyai and Ustadz said is true. Qianzy is different from the others. Makes me even more curious there to her" Fathan said. 

Abid and Husain looked at Fathan with a cold look. Making the 23-year-old man nervous and turning his eyes away from Qianzy.

Looking at his energetic sister, Abid smiled faintly. Since coming to the pesantren, only that time saw his sister's smile so loose. Abid also took the initiative to make a special breakfast for him. 

"Ustadz Husain, come home. There is something I want to talk to, Ustadz," Abid said softly.

"Njeh, Kyai," replied Husain. 

"Kyai, am I not? I am also a student of Ustadz Husain" said Fathan. 

"I'm sorry, but this is between me and Ustadz Husain. If later there are other things that need to involve Ustadz Fathan, then I will invite Ustadz all of you" Abid said. 

"Yahh .. whereas the saga has prepared itself to meet Qianzy," said Fathan.

"Ehem, what does Uatadz mean? Qianzy still has to learn, so I don't allow anyone to want her for now. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," 

Abid knew immediately what Fathan was aiming for. It must be firm so that no one interferes with his sister studying religion. For Abid, his sister is still very early if anyone wants her too.

"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh,"

Some of the Ustadz who were there held back laughter when they heard Abid's reply to Fathan. It was not easy for an older brother to take his younger sister off just like that. Moreover, Abid always treats and considers his sister is the queen in his life. It will be difficult for anyone to approach him. 

"Ustadz, you will often go together with Qianzy. Do you know her favorite food isn't?" ask Abid. 

"Um, as far as I know. Qianzy likes all kinds of food, Kyai," replied Husain. 

"The most. According to Ustadz, what Qianzy likes the most is what food is. Um, the most," Abid continued. 

Husayn thought for a moment. Then remembered the night they met next to the pesantren. Husain said Qianzy likes spicy food. 

"But it's still morning to eat spicy food. Are there any other foods she likes except spicy foods?" ask Abid back.

"There was. He likes it the most and the porridge that will be mixed with fried sambal. Then, sprinkled with fried onions and there is also another menu next to the porridge. Incidentally, Qianzy prefers fried, tempe mendoan, "Husain replied, as his hands practiced how the 19-year-old girl ate.

Abid nodded his head. He also asked Husain to accompany him to cook in the kitchen. Husayn agreed with what Abid said. 

"Mas, this ... Mas sure the ingredients for porridge and tempeh mendoan tuh this?" ask Husain. 

"Yes, what else? The porridge is from rice, then tempe mendoan, yes tempe the same flour," replied Abid pointed to all the ingredients. 

"It's not wrong, actually. But which other spices? Is this just the basic stuff?" Husain was confused. Because, the ingredients prepared by Abid, only rice, water, flour and also tempeh.

Tqk there is a seasoning for porridge and also a seasoning for the dough. Husain also asked Abid to open a tutorial on making porridge and also tempe mendoan through the internet. 

"Just want to cook porridge and also fry tempeh should be searched on the internet?" abid asked, confident in himself. 

"And, it's also less to make the chili. Here there are no peppers and onions, garlic like that?" husayn shrugged his shoulders. 

"MasyaAllah. Just cook porridge, make sambal and also fried tempe mendoan only seribet it? Then you are the only one who cooks, I just wait for it to be," Abid said by giving rice coils to Husain. 

"Well, what, me? Abid should be the one who came in, dong! 'this is for Mas Abid's beloved sister," Husain was actually not good at cooking, although it could be a little.

In the end they even bicker between how to make porridge and also fry tempe mendoan. In the end, Husayn gave up. Abid is good at managing pesantren and making santri obedient, but not with kitchen slices. Fry the eggs only, always less cooked if Abid is frying. 

Twenty minutes passed. Porridge, fried sambal and also tempe mendoan already so. However, the state of the kitchen was like a house that had long been neglected and also everything was a mess below. 

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh, Mas Abid. Fajan, yuk! I'm hungry!" shouted Qianzy. 

Husain nudged Abid's arm, telling him Qianzy had gone home and Abi had to greet him. "Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh. It's in the kitchen, Qian!" saith. 

Hearing Abid's reply made Husain pat himself on the forehead. That's not the answer Husain wanted. 

"Well, there are people who say hello, yes we have to answer greetings dong. Did you forget about adab like that?" Abid is still plain. 

"Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, Mas Abid. That's not what I meant. What if Qianzy walks into the kitchen and sees the kitchen like this, she'll definitely-"

"Mas Abid, I ma .. Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, Mas Abid! Ustadz Husayn!" shouted Qianzy. 

"This why is it like this? What are you doing in the kitchen? What are you doing epribadeh!" qianzy's emotions began to peak.

Seeing his emotional sister, Abid confused himself. Abid took the initiative to get drinking water. When he wanted to give a glass of water, Abid's feet tripped by Husain's feet. Spilled the water on Qianzy's face. 

"MASTER ABID!!!"

"Rasyiqul Abid Abdullah!" 

"Um, Mas, Mas sorry, Qian. Mas unintentionally, Mas ta-" foot"

"ENOUGH!" 

"Today, this morning, I am tired of being punished by the Ustadzah of Ratih. I haven't had a shower yet, but that doesn't mean Mas Abi can shower me like a gini .. It's cold tau!" 

"I'm like Mas Abid!" 

Qianzy pushed the small body of her brother. Then went back into his room with constant nagging. Instantly, Abid's face became gloomy. 

"Mas, who is patient, yes," said Husain rubbing Abid's shoulder.

"It's all your fault" Abid said.

"Well, what's my fault? I've been sitting here for nothing, where's my mistake?" Husain. 

"Feet, your foot was poor, Husain! Astaghfirullah hal'adzim," 

Abid and Husain were both very close friends. They are frequency, acting silly and ignorant of each other. However, in front of the students and other scholars, they are polite, meek and smiling.