Hubbak Ghali, Yes Habibi Qolbi

The Meeting With Ustadz Husain

The four of them finally fell asleep because of the satiety. When dawn arrived, Abid came to the post where they slept and immediately hired his sister who was sleeping with three men without distance.

"Okay, woy could-can you my jewer. Want me to be kep .. Uh, Mas Abid. Hello everyone, rame uh, what's up?" Qianzy felt she had done nothing wrong.

"Go home, take a shower and pray. Every morning, you would pray for the ancestors, right? Hurry home!" firmly Abid.

"Yes, bye bye everything!"

"Woy, Bro! Eaten by her snacks," Qianzy added, leaving behind her three new friends.

Qianzy left Romli, Rudi and Muslih there. The three students were very obedient, they made a mistake when they were with Qianzy. 

"Fortunately, the ustadz who tried the wrongs have not come home. If he had gone home, then the three of you would never have escaped his sentence" Kyai Abid warned the three students not to make mistakes a second time, although it was their job to have finished going around while on guard.

The difference between incense and tasbih is very clear. Although Qianzy was not a good Buddhist, she never forgot to pray for her ancestors. 

While the brother, wearing a peci, sarong and prayer beads that never separated from his hands. A young Kyai is 30 years old, still single and kincolong. Want a list, can queue. Still seal, no minus, smooth okay.

"Morning, Brother." said Qianzy when Abid came home from the mosque.

"Where are you going?" ask Abid.

"Mas, Mas Abid if you're joking, then.  I'm pretty-beautiful like this, wearing sports clothes, Mas. Going to the mall, it is impossible! I'm going for a jog, what do I want to leave, I'll buy you!" 

Abid smiled sweetly. He just wanted his brother to come home quickly. With Qianzy's deadly seduction, Abid finally just ordered his favorite chicken porridge in front of the alley. Qianzy would gladly buy it.

"Assalamualaikum, handsome Masku," said Qianzy.

"Alaikum, be careful on the way, hurry home!" 

Abid and Qianzy are both people who can easily get along with anyone. It could be seen, even though they had never met at all, in the first meeting and on the second day they could be as familiar as the sisters who had long lived together.

Not noticeably, Qianzy had already spun three times in the pesantren area. Soon he went ahead to buy his brother the chicken porridge he ordered. 

Arriving there, Qianzy was already too late. There was only one portion left and it was already ordered by someone. 

"Wow, sorry. There's only one chicken porridge left. How about tomorrow come here again, Ma'am," said the porridge seller.

"Well, I want it now, Bang. This also made me. It was also the first time I would buy something for her. Yes, excuse me," Qianzy was disappointed. 

He sat pensively under the big tree where the porridge seller was holding out. With a disappointed look on his face, he tried to be patient. 

"Assynolajet. Sorry, this is for you. Coincidentally, I ordered two" said a man giving him a porridge order.

"Seriously? Make me?" Qianzy immediately moved with excitement.

"You said to your Mas, right? Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. But I heard that you did want to buy this for your Mas," the man.

Qianzy received the chicken porridge happily. Just as he was about to replace the chicken porridge with money, the man just left.

"Eh, wait! What's your name!" qianzy asked shouting.

"Abdullah? A unique name. But good enough, my money is not reduced," Qianzy muttered happily.

Qianzy rushed towards the road home. When he was about to enter the boarding gate, he got a call from Mbak Lia. Lia's sister reported that the Zuan family's extended family wanted Qianzy to give up the property handed down by her adoptive parents.

"Sir Li, please tell them. If necessary Ma'am Li record this_" Qianzy's voice became weak.

"Good morning, my name is Qianzy Tabitha. I am 19 years old, adopted son of Mr and Mrs Zuan. With this, I as the heir of the Zuan family's estate, give up this treasury to the Zuan extended family. I ... say this, with the conscious state at will. All right, thank you."

Qianzy's tears wet her cheeks. Zuan's extended family had thrown him away. Even the inheritance was questioned. Qianzy was saddened by all of that.

"Why should I cry? I still have one family here. Why am I sad about what should not be mine" Qianzy murmured, wiping her tears.

"There is still Mas Abid who will accept me for who I am. Even when I don't have anything, Mas Abid will definitely love me" he continued, trying to smile.

Walking slowly, notification after notification from the bank and also the company has entered. Where all access that wasn't in Qianzy's name has been frozen. 

The comfort and warmth of the family cannot be replaced with anything. Even until there is a saying 'The most precious treasure is the family' because the family is always there from birth to the end of life.

"If I can be sincere in my efforts for happiness, God will make it easy and show me my way" Qianzy murmured.

Arriving in front of the house, Qianzy saw a man who gave his porridge in front of the house was also sitting with his brother.

"That's it, right .." Qianzy muttered. "That man who gave me this porridge. Why is she together, Mas Abid, huh?" continued.

Although Qianzy did not wear a hijab, she kept her hair covered with her sports jacket hat.

"Assalamualaikum," hail Qianzy. 

"Alaikum. Qian, are you home yet? Here, sit down with Mas first" replied Abid.

"Mas Abid answered only Alaikum. Is he not a Muslim?" muttered the man.

The man stood up to welcome Qianzy. Then, Abid introduced Qianzy to the man sitting next to her.

"Qianzy, meet ustadz Husain.  His name is Mahmud Husein Zahidi. But all the santri here call him by the name, Ustadz Husain," said Abid introduced the man to his sister.

"And ustadz Husain, he's wrong with my sister I told you about. Her name is Qianzy Tabitha. He plans to stay here for some time. Don't you, Qianzy?" continued Abid.

"Realat! I'll stay here forever, till I'm old!" sela Qianzy's. 

Abid was again made to laugh by the Qianzy babble. While Husain, he is still busy with digital prayer beads in his heart. Husain was really keeping his eyes on him.

"Set bye! This guy doesn't want to see me! Just look, I'll work on it!" inner Qianzy with a psychopathic look.

"Loh, Mas Abid didn't misunderstand me to him?  Not that this Mas said that his name was Abdullah. Why is it now Husain? Where to use ustadz pula frills!" qianzy protest.

"Keep, which one is right?" continue with a grin.

Abid looked at Husain. While Husain only winked at Abid, as if he did not want Abid to respond to his brother's speech.