Jodoh Terminal

Daydreams

JODOH TERMINAL

CHAPTER 1

#Dreams

"Qola Muhammadun huwabnu maliki# Ahmadu Robbillaha khoiro maliki

Musholliyan 'alan Nabiyyil mustofa # Wa alihyl mustakmilnassyarofa "

The verse of Alfiyah sounded loud on my ear, as the santri earlyah'ulya voiced it out loud with great enthusiasm. This nadhoman becomes an obligation to be read when the nahwu lesson will begin

This time I did not join them, because today my schedule is clean clean house ndalem and momong daughter Abah Yai.Become caretaker Ndalem is not a light thing nor is it a heavy thing,for the sake of seeking the ridho and blessing of a Master, whatever is ordered must be ready to be done.

Six years of studying at Pesantren, makes me feel comfortable to be here. How not, all the inhabitants are worthy of his own brother.We are familiar like relatives in one place, beratapkan faith walled science.Added with the figure of Umik Nyai who is very good and noble akhlaq and his personality.

Pondok Pesantren which was taken care of directly by Abah Yai Arif Hidayatullah and his wife Umik Nyai Maryatul Qibtiyah grew rapidly, although the number of students was only hundreds , ' he said ,but this pesantren is no less famous with other major pesantren and is famous where.

Pondok Pesantren Darul Hikmah is located quite strategically.Near the highway, but the beauty of the surrounding scenery can still be enjoyed. Beautiful and natural. The green rice field in front of the Pesantren page makes a special impression for the santri.All look radiant. While on the left right there is a colorful flower garden.very beautiful marine nature of Your creation is Rabb

Gurgling mini fountain located in the middle of the Pesantren courtyard, making the small fish below it dance cheerful nari, swimming here and there.Once I throw my hands just playing with the fish in it.A variety of cute little fish kept just made decoration to mewelok pond.

"Doll doll"

I flinched as Ning Faza thrust a toy gun on my shoulder.

"Hayo, don't shoot Lo Mbak Ojah, get ready to cut" he asked again

A beautiful little girl with plump eyelashes, whose age is only 4 years old. The body fat cheeks chubby with a sharp nose prefer shooting toys and cars like a boy. Not like the habits that girls generally like,doll or cook-cook.Entah why He prefers such toys.Even almost all the collection of toys he has is a boy's toy.Perhaps because his Brother is also a man until He is more dominant like the things he likes also liked by his brother.

Ning Hilya Mafaza or often called Ning Faza was the second daughter of Abah Yai, although only 4 years old but his intelligence and intelligence can be seen from now.Maybe his intelligence inherited Abah Yai and Umik Nyainya.The eldest son of Abah Yai who is the Big Brother of Ning Faza he said has moved on adults, although I myself have never seen and met in person.I'm sure Son Abah Yai is also a clever and 'alim in various fields of religious science.

Yes, I have never known Abah Yai's eldest son because he was in college and went to school outside the city and rarely came home. Even if you come home after the Eid holiday where I and the other santri return to their homes.

"Let's take a shower first, after that go to school" I asked as I picked up his toys scattered in the park around the pool

"Ndak auu acu ndak want to check mbak, acu want to join Abah cama Umik" he said funny, while shaking his head, although cedal spoke but still I can understand what he meant

"How come you don't want to go to Ning school, where is Abah Umik going?"I asked while I held her shoulder and I pinched her cheek

"Yes Invite Mas laahh'' Imbuhnya again

I just smiled in response to Ning Faza's words. In a grumbling heart 'Who's Mas '??

"Yes, but take a shower first so that it is beautiful, if you do not want to shower later Umik same Abah does not want to jump, how?" My love again

But he immediately ran to the park while carrying his toys, without responding to my invitation earlier.

I let him play for a moment, after he is satisfied to play later will definitely be easier to take a shower. I stared at him from a few meters away he ran a small run while singing cheerfully, sometimes I heard him talking to himself like there was a playmate nearby.

I waited for Ning Faza while heading to the gazebo on the right of this park, I sat down and let my feet stick down

"Ning, mbak ojah wait here yeah" I shouted

"Oce" he said cheerfully as he showed his thumb towards me

The rumbling noise of the fountain brought my thoughts darting at the words of the Father some time ago.

"Wis manuto Nduk, InsyaAllah your urip will be blessed by your teacher's ridhoe"

I am still silently staring to digest every sentence thrown by the Father. Can't say anything afraid of wrong speech, and make you disappointed. Holding a clear circle that almost escaped my eyes, I immediately wiped with the tip of the quadrilateral hijab of maroon inscribed with Javanese script.

I've been pretty obedient all along, obeying everything ordered by the man who has the status of my biological father is like his desire to study in this cottage.But this time as if my heart refused to obey the wishes of the Father of that one

Yes, I received Abah yai's proposal that a few days ago he expressed his intention by coming to visit the homes of all relatives of Eid al-Fitr. He was not alone, but came with Umik Nyai and his little daughter Ning Faza.

It was a great honor because of the great Kyai who came to the house at that time, I still remember when I was in making a banquet to be served to Him. The conversation seemed to be a memory stored in my head until now.

"Our arrival here is intended to connect again the matchmaking that we agreed a few years ago, the daughter of the Father with our son" said Abah Yai lirih but I can still hear in the living room

Suddenly I was shocked and accidentally dropped a plastic jar that contained a cake Lebaran that I had wanted to present in front

Bruckkkk

"Astaghfirullah" I cried softly

Making everyone turn to the living room, fortunately there is still a curtain that covers between the living room and the family room. My mother nodded and came straight to me

"Nyapo to Nduk, kok iso numplek jarse iki piye?"he said while helping me put a slightly crumpled piece of nastar into the jar

"Mboten deliberately lo Buk"timpalku

"Yo wes bene,sing wis kadung crumpled ilu sapuen ae, a veil shrouded in ants" he said

"I nang ono stuffing cupboard sack jar, jupuk en iku ae Nduk sing digawe suguane"he said again

"Sweep" I said as I headed to the kitchen to pick up the broom and his friend, Rickrak.

I placed the treat on the table complete with two cups of coffee as well as two cups of tea on the front desk of my great Master, accompanied by a few jars of chips and other eid cake.sambut ducked ta'dzim directly I grabbed Umik Nyai fingers for Salim with him.kulih Ning Faza fell asleep fast on his lap.seemanya He was exhausted because all day round the friendship to relatives until finally in this house their final destination.

"Monggo put Ning Fazanya's mawon to sleep on Mik's bed" I pointed at the blue rasfur mattress with a picture of the doraemon character in front of the tv

"Excite mbak ojah, matursuwun" he replied with a smile to me

So sweet is this smile of Umik Nyaiku, at his age that is not easy anymore, but the beauty of his face is still very clearly visible on his face, the fine curate of aging signs almost nothing plus the dimples that adorn his right cheek, adding to the perfection of his aura.

Very slowly Umik put Ning faza to sleep on a pillow with a doraemon image in line with the mattress that I had set on the floor earlier, Ning Faza would rather be put to sleep below than on a wooden cot or spring bed, even in the house ndalem often I found Ning Faza sleeping below which was only a plastic mat with an alphabet picture.

Late in the afternoon Abah Yai and Umik said goodbye, Mother gave a black plastic bag as a hand to Umik Nyai which contained ketupat complete with vegetables and lepets.

I saw that the black S-plated Avanza was getting further and further away from the courtyard, rushed me in and picked up the banquet glass on the table and cleaned it up.

When I wanted to go into my room, I called her, and I went to her and sat down next to her

"Wonten nopo Buk" I asked

"Saiki your crew will understand the problem of iki Nduk?" My question was answered with a question

"What is the Buk nopo problem?"my answer still doesn't understand

"Lek Awakmu wis betrothed" said Ibuk while sipping his favorite civet coffee

"Haahhh" I said half in disbelief

"Who is Buk? Why must be betrothed, kulo lo still want to go to college, want to find knowledge, seek experience as much as "sungutku as not agree with this matchmaking

"Seroja, Ibuk understand but Mr. Ibuk is not good Nduk, suggest if you have to refuse Abah Yai's request, he knows which is the best"

I know my family relationship with Abah Yai's family is so close since three years ago, we've been like brothers and even our own family.

Starting from my father who helped a program in Pesantren and succeeded a few years ago, making the relationship between the two more closely.Dulu when Mbak Arum mondok still not so familiar

Yes, Madame Arum My only Sister, used to also go to school in her boarding school Abah Yai, until finally married Kang Santri from Jombang who was chosen by Abah Yai himself.Kang Rozaq, who was also married to her,He is from a simple family but I know his parents founded TPQ in front of his house in musholla, now Mbak Arum also participated in ngajar najai son of TPQ in his father-in-law's house.

Matchmaking often occurs in the life of Pesantren, therefore it is no stranger if the Pesantren always gets the nickname "Terminal Match".Judging from the number of Santri-santri who eventually build a household ark with friends in the struggle to find knowledge. Wishing the Ridho and the prayer of the Mahaguru.

My mind is runyam, dilema with a decision that I myself was hard to say yes.How can I live with a person I have never known at all, does that person know?does that person agree too?many questions that perch in the mind, the more you want to uncover the more crowded.

It's as if I wasn't given the chance to choose and manage my own desires and my future. The duty of filial piety to parents and teachers has always been high, but if it is about matchmaking, what might I be able to live.then what about my dreams??

Until the holiday period is over and I have to return to this boarding school again.My heart still rumbles, how do I face the reality that I really do not want to hunt.

I breathed in the air in the park, quite giving cool air in the respiratory cavity, because the weather today is cloudy but never bring rain, because it does not, the sky was covered in black fog with a gentle breeze adding a breeze in my heart, as if the universe knew how I was currently. I touched the morning dew that was still stuck between the leaves of the pomegranate tree. Umik Nyai's favorite fruit looks very fertile. Because Umik himself is the one who takes care of the plants in this park.

"Mbak Ojah" cried Ning Faza disperse my reverie

"Eh yes Ning, have ta playnya.mandi nggih" asked me who was replied with a nod

Immediately I went down from the gazebo and led him to walk towards the house through the back door

It looks Umik Nyai has prepared school uniforms and breakfast for Ning Faza, assisted by several mbak mbak ndalem manager who picket today .

"Mbak Seroja, ask for help to buy a loaf of bread with chocolate jam in the mini market opposite "idah Umik Nyai while presenting a red paper with a picture of Mr. Karno Hatta

"Peggih Mik" I replied as I held the money in Umik's hands

"But as soon as I could, kulo badhe bathed Ning Faza riyen" I said

"Let me bathe Ning Faza mbak ,pean to the mini market only first" said mbak Riana, a one-room senior with me as well as the manager of ndalem

"Lo, sampean pon mantun nopo cook e mbak" I reply

"Sampon mbak, stay for sambale mawon"timpalnya

"Ngge pon mbak" I said as I rushed out of the kitchen door to the front yard

Mini market is not too far from the pesantren, to get there is enough on foot,because the distance is only about a few meters.I invite Siti let anyone accompany and not awkward to walk alone let alone through the dormitory son, who somehow embarrassed if walking alone. Surely they will cheer a lot if they meet or cross paths with the princess santri.

I had expected them to line up next to the iron stairs, until on the second floor there were many who watched us both, cheering as if the passing artist alone.one of them there were chirps "hey mbak ojah rek" accompanied by laughter

"Siti, rolled i karo faruq. Greetings dear jare" shouted one of them while chuckling

I heard him laughing, 'ono-ono ae arek arek iki' my inner self

"Ojo diken mbak,arek arek ngawur ilu"sahut Siti with a sullen face

I just responded with a laugh

"Braakkk"

Arriving behind me was someone falling on a grey Scoopy motorcycle

"Ya Alloh Kang, my heart "cries a little surprised, because I feel recognized him and immediately approached him

"What's up to Kang?" Ask me to worry

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