Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

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Pastri prepares dinner on the table.

Roses help prepare tea for Pak kyai and his wife.

"Oh, I can't wait to go to school again" said Rose, putting tea on the dinner table.

"God willing, dear, God has his own plan" said Pastri who was busy arranging the dishes at the dinner table.

Mr. Kyai and his wife have returned home from the congregation at the mosque, it's a routine thing that the couple does every day, their children have married, the family said, they live in Jakarta with their own small family, only on the day they return home to visit their parents.

Therefore, Pak Kyai and his wife spend more time in the mosque and sometimes stay a few days in their boarding school, at least it can make them not lonely.

Actually they are happy to stay in their home, but if they stay, it will be very dangerous for the Roses.

Mawar's birth mother can bring the Roses back to the house of Bordil.

"Assalammualaikum" said Pak kyai and his wife entering the house.

"Walaikumsalam", said Rose approached them and kissed the back of the hand of Mr. Kyai and his wife.

"Where is your mother .??" said Pak Kyai did not see any Lastri.

"It is busy preparing dinner pak kyai" said Mawar.

"Yes let's eat, emmm the smell until here, mother so laper" said Pak kyai's wife took the Rose to the dining table.

"Let's go kyai" said the Rose.

"Sir kyai to the room first yes, you first", passed to his room.

"Bak Lastri cook what..??" said Pak kyai's wife approached Pastri's mother who was still busy wiping the dining table.

"Ehh ibukk, let's go ahead, dinner is ready" said mbak Lastri declaring a chair for Pak kyai's wife.

Everyone sat in their seats, Pak Kyai was already sitting with the others.

"Alhamdulillah, favors from Allah, let's ayoo we eat" said Pak kyai leading the prayer.

All eat with greed, indeed no one can refuse the cuisine mbak Lastri.

Even at the brothel, even though there was a cook in the big house, the girls, especially Gea more often ask Mbak Lastri to cook for them.

They never praised the cuisine of Pastri, but from the way they eat, it has been seen that they are very fond of pastri cuisine.

"Rose, you are ready to go to the pesantren..??" said Mr. Kyai.

"God willing, mr. Kyai", said Rose was very happy and held his mother's hand.

" Ibuk will miss you Roses, only a day this house feels crowded, now you and Mbak Lastri already want to go" said Pak kyai's wife.

" We will often visit the buk" said Pak Kyai.

" Yes sir, we will also stay there later", said Pak kyai's wife.

"Iyaaaa buk", said Pak Kyai smiled, because only a day his wife knew the Rose, but he was very close and loved the Rose.

It is fitting that there is a woman like Pastri who loves Roses and even takes care of her until now.

Pastri can leave the Rose whenever he wants, he can also marry and have his own children, but he prefers to be a mother to the Rose.

How the fate of the Rose, and how it would be now if there were no pastri who took care of it.

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Tok.dok..

"A ready for the Rose.??" said Pak Kyai knocking on the door of the Rose room.

"By the Rose, please, take it..., yes let's go, your mother is waiting outside" said Pak Kyai.

" Good sir", said Rose closed the door and followed Pak Kyai to the terrace of the house.

"Heart yes Rose, lastri Mbak keep Rose yes", said Pak kyai's wife hugged Rose once again.

"We say buk, thank you for everything" said Mr. Lastri shaking hands with Pak kyai's wife.

The car also drove to pesantren owned by Pak Kyai Usman, a distance of only 3 hours drive from their village.

It's just that Pak Kyai drove them at night so that the mother of Rose's birth did not know their departure, and where they were going.

3 Hours later, the night has shown at 10 p.m.

Pak Kyai's car entered the pesantren's courtyard.

In front of the gate was written a plaque of the name of Ummar Pesantren.

Upon entering the courtyard, the view of the Rose was fixed on the terrace of the pesantren crowded children of pesantren, some were in solitude, joking with friends.

Roses are so happy that he finally got here and will be a part of them.

Rose wanted to share her joy with her mother, what she had seen, but when she turned to her mother, she was still asleep at the time.

Pesantren is quite spacious, from the front gate, Pak kyai car still has not stopped, it took 5 minutes to get to the cottage that will be our residence.

"Oh, let's get up, it's here" said Rose waking her mother.

Pastri woke up and looked around.

Somewhat dark, there was only a lamp in front of the small hut that illuminated the terrace.

The cottage is made of bamboo, looks comfortable to live in.

Enough for 2-3 people.

"Well, this is the back of the pesantren, the Roses, the Lastri, this place is close to the pesantren kitchen and our vegetable garden, you can stay here, do you like..?", said Pak Kyai took the Roses and the Lastri Mbak into the cottage.

"Assalammualaikum", said Pak kyai opened the door of the cottage.

Roses and mbak Lastri was happy with the view in the house.

It looks simple, beautiful, but feels very comfortable and peaceful.

Moreover, this cottage is in the pesantren environment.

Every time we can hear the chanting of holy verses and sholawat the children of pesantren.

"Thank you, Mr. Kyai", said Mr. Lastri with glassy eyes.

"May you feel at home, and for the Roses, take advantage of pesantren facilities to study religion more deeply, yes" said Pak Kyai.

"God willing, mr. Kyai" said the Rose.

"I'm going to the caretakers, to inform you that you're going to stay here, and lastri's mom from tomorrow morning can start cooking in the kitchen, everything will be taught by the kitchen manager, I say goodbye first, Assalammualaikum", said Pak kyai to his car and passed away.

"Walaikumsalam" said Roses and Lastri.

The rose hugged her mother tightly.

"Our cottage, our house, our new roof is open" said the happy Rose.

"Alhamdulillah dear, thank God, God never sleeps and always helps his servants who are in trouble" said Mbak Lastri looking at the sky.