Inviting Love Sometimes
teacher girl
The gray color in the Malang sky indicates that the splash of water will soon greet the mainland of the city.
Seen a young woman, she half ran away from the drizzle that slowly penetrated the veil and its gown made of wolfis.
A shophouse on the left side of the road that has more roofs, is now the main purpose for shelter.
He wags his robe when he gets there. Some of the people who were also in the shade saw her strange, but the girl replied with a smile, a smile that showed both her ginsul teeth.
Just a smile had made the people who were looking at him now look down.
Down unable to look at the face of the girl who was so perfect apparently to make them salting themselves.
The navy hooded girl, once in a while she looked at her watch and looked down at the end of the road.His so agitated attitude made the middle-aged woman who was beside her curious.
"Where are you going, deck?" asked the woman, "From this moment I noticed this little brother was very agitated."
The girl smiled then pointed at a dome of Musollah about 50 meters from where she stood.
"You go to TPA next to Mushollah situ ma'am" he said.
"Oooo...., want to send her sister njai too?" asked the middle-aged woman, she lowered her head but did not get a single child following the girl.
The girl smiled then shook her head "I teach there buk," he said.
"Oh yeah! my son also naji there."
The girl frowned confusedly, she had just realized the appearance of this middle-aged woman looked like a rich man, but why did her son study in such a remote place like this.
"Tante also does not know why his brother naji narannin his sister here," said the woman as if she had understood with his expression.
"So her brother also anter here," continued the woman while looking at each face she met.
The girl went to look for the figure that the middle-aged woman meant, but her gaze stopped on a girl who was walking at the end of it with an umbrella in her hand.
"Lia..," inner.
"Sorry ma'am, I have to go there," he told the middle-aged woman, he pointed to the girl holding the umbrella there.
The middle-aged lung woman nodded and smiled.
"Assalamu alaikum" said the girl then half ran away leaving the woman she was talking to.
"Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."
The middle-aged lung woman was still staring at his disappearance. He smiled admiring the figure of the girl he had just met.
"O Allah, what because of the girl, who makes her want to take her sister every day," she said.
across there, over there,
"Lia! " Call the Navy hooded girl, she runs up to a dazed girl holding an umbrella.
"Sir sifa! " Lia Sahut, seeing who called his name, he half ran and then hung the shifa there.
Age can be younger, but in fact the girl named Lia is physically higher than him.
"Where the hell, brother? We are waiting for this," he mumbled on the sidelines of the journey.
Long enough to wait for a girl who will teach him to recognize letters in IQRO.
Lia.
oriental-faced girl, whose real name is Lae Mon Tae. He is 4 years younger than Shifa. He is a Mu'alaf of Korean descent, just embraced Islam 2 weeks ago with his older brother named Alaska Siaga.
How is his name different? Well, they are the children of Korean and Indonesian but are more dominant to Korean faces.
The rain was now slowly disappearing, the black clouds were no longer visible there, now replaced by the glare of sunlight that took over the throne.
like shining in the morning, the glare is able to make the look above the average more radiant.
A tall young man in a deep black leather jacket was joined by a white shirt and a hat covering his brown blonde hair. Being under the mango tree, now a beautiful sight there.
Like the prophet Joseph, his good looks took over the concentration of the ukhty who deliberately or accidentally passed him.
A hat he was wearing trying to pull covered his face, being uncomfortable with that look.
"Ah iyah, iyah. I am handsome. udh dong, Rishih nih!" The man was still trying to pull his hat.
Why not just go from there?
he was dying, it was just that a navy hooded girl walking under an umbrella there kept him afloat.
Brug!
"Auuu..," cried Lia, she fell because her eyes and mind were fixed there.
"Be careful dong Lia," Shifa helped Lia stand up.
Lia stared at her robe that was hit by a puddle of rain, "Well! wet."
"Eat him, eyes don't go anywhere," Shifa scolded he helped wag Lia's robe. "klo road well see kebawa, not side there, Liaa..."
"Beautiful sister," exclaimed Lia, he was still shrill considering the handsome man.
Shifa blinked, she looked to the right side where Lia's eyes were fixed.
"No one is who! " say shifa.
Lia looked up her head probing her gaze under the mango tree.
"So there was," Lia looked for the man, but she found no trace of him, "so fast" he said."
"Looky? But suddenly saying? Hmm.., Bidadara kali yah!" shifa passed by leaving Lia.
"From there, there is no bidadara period." said shifa.
"Iss!.." decak Lia, he chose to follow the steps of the woman who gave the crisp answer.
Not too far for him to walk finally they arrived also at the destination.in a small building roofed palm leaves.
"Assalamu alaikum sisters."
“Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,” sahut the children of TPA.
“Yee.. kak syifa has arrived,“ welcome one of the 8-year-old students named mina.
Lia came in and sat down to support her elbows on the table, while her palms were on her chins.she was annoyed that no one welcomed her arrival.
Smiling, the girl named shifa walked towards the table close to the blackboard.
“What is this? it seems that you are very happy today," asked Shifa as she sat down and pulled some things out of her bag.
Just a table, there are no chairs there. Like the Other TPA, there is only a small table to place the position of the Qur'an.
His smile is like a wounded healer, an antidote to the sick.
As the name suggests, Ashifatul Markhamah
As-Syifa is healing.
“Iya dong inikan saptu day, remember brother's promise right?” one of the children in a red hood.
“What appointment? did you ever promise to meet?”
All were silent hearing Sifha's rebuttal.
“Udah well, older people never promise," said shifa, he opened his lips to hold back laughter after seeing the disappointed look of his students.
"Mending you guys take the Quran we keep saluting together, yuk!” continued.
“kak? whoever does not keep his word will get a curse from Allah!”
said the child in a red hood, he began to look at the woman whose cheeks were meeting red.
“Wih I'm cursed, nih!" shifa said at the end of her bursting laughter, "Hahaha..."
"kaaac"
Shifa rubbed the corner of her eyes, content to laugh.
"Dad, yes, my sister gave up.
Brother remember what promises, brother promises today we play exciting-call right?” saith.
“Finally ngaku also deh” said Mina.
“Taapiii... Before that, we pay well first! sisters.”
“Ok deh kak,” sahut students Syifa happy.
As usual, the opening begins to read the Surah Al-Fatiha and then continue to read the prayer before studying.
One by one the children began to advance to Shifa's table. Waging their recitation of the holy verse through the help of women who are now seriously paying attention to the rhythm that should be balanced with the Makrijul letters in their Qur'an.
Different from Lia,
the girl was watching Arabic letters on her desk.
every now and then he opens the front sheet to see if his pronunciation with the letter is correct.
Well, like a mu'alaf they'll learn from the beginning.
although older than the child there, but Lia remained focused on her Intention to learn.
he was not concerned with the gaze of children who might see it lack of knowledge on their appeal.
"they're still kids, don't know the difference."
that's the phrase from the shifa that makes the oriental-faced girl, acting very stupid with the views of others about her.
At 14:33
Supposedly additional study time after studying, but the time was filled with entertainment in accordance with Shfa's promise last week.
“Ok so according to brother's promise, we will sell a question and answer game, ok!"
Shifa's touch made the children there a little surprised. But not with the girl wearing the knee-length veil over there.
He stared at the owner of the voice.
"It's not so exciting! it's a child's game" he murmured.
- Connected
Assalamu alaikum all of them, all of them,
not bored bored the author asked for encouragement.
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