ISTIKHARAH LOVE

Treasure and Happiness.

After pade left me …

I got up from where I stood, walked in along the place.When I stepped , these eyes unceasingly swept all the parts in the Pesantren neighborhood, a sight I never imagined before but always dreamed of every time.

how lucky they are to be born in an environment of ethics and order More than good, how calm their lives are.

One adab that I am amazed is when every santri who cross paths with me they do not hesitate to immediately bend down a little while saying greetings, do not forget plus a friendly smile that is typical of every face.

There was a radiant and shining face of every santri, a sign of what they did was done sincerely, with a sense of responsibility without a single stroke of compulsion drawn from their expressions.

Coincidentally I came here along with the santri holiday, so teaching and learning activities were temporarily eliminated, he said, but there are still some students who are helping each other to memorize the Holy Verses of the Quran.

I was ceaselessly amazed at the soothing sight that was being presented to me..

I muttered in my heart .

“why did I realize this time, why only this time, this second I found happiness like this, and now I just understand that it turns out that simplicity and togetherness like this is able to defeat anything in this world.. their sincerity taught me that matter and living in treasury are not the guarantors one will feel happy.”

Until I finally did not realize that my two friends were beside me. A little surprised I asked..

“since when are you here??”

Ricky slightly sighed ignoring my question and instead spoke to himself..

“enak very yes jo, kanya very calm so loh, in this place it seems I will meet a mate gw”

With a little push…. Image cuts off Ricky's words.

“this is the atmosphere that I've been craving…. Quiet, Comfortable, peaceful.no noise Exhaust and most importantly away from the babbles of people who are not clear.”.

the three of us stood in the same spot, and Citra said.

"and certainly will be far from the talk of unclear complex mothers"

Suddenly Sahil approached us all. Javanese accent medhok made us realize.

while watching us one by one, Sahil said.

I was shocked, while patting Ricky and Citra on the shoulder who were still daydreaming, I replied.

“owh…. Yes dekkk, we forgot where the place called Pa'De Suryo, so we were confused where to go.”

sahil nodded and invited us all to meet the Board of Directors of this boarding school.

“oalah.. yowis then mas and mbaknya, let me take you to Pak Kyai” place

We all followed from behind, while occasionally looking right-left enjoying the calligraphy carvings on each Pillar of the cottage.

along the way Sahil was silent, maybe his son was shy, then Ricky asked.

"dek... must be here the girl santri is beautiful huh??"

neither did he answer and Ricky continued his question.

"continue to be still in Singles right yes, continue to be about the same age no kaka"

and there were still many questions he asked, but none of them Sahil answered.

sahil stopped and turned towards the three of us, smiling and pointing out the door which was almost the same as the previous doors, Sahil said.

“nah this is Pak Kyai's place. Mas, Mbak..”.

“Assalamualaikum..” Shouted Sahil.

But no one said.

"Assalamualaikum, Nunsewu Pak Kyai"

the atmosphere was silent for a few seconds, then a faint voice sounded from behind the door.

“Waalaikumsalam.. syntax??” There was a voice from inside saying the greeting that was spoken sahil..

When the door opens, and it's true Woman.