Kantil Village

it's a family choice

it had been three days, and now the two people had been allowed to go home, Ustadz Haris still continued to look towards Ilya who was waiting for an invitation from her brother.

"what's wrong, don't look at me like that, you embarrass me" Ilya said.

"why should you be ashamed, you know you are very beautiful Ilya, if only I. ah forgive me O Allah," murmured ustadz Haris.

"iya ustadz I know, but strange yes, as long as you and I realize, why I have never seen the figure of Rahayu, no matter how she is your wife, but he showed no sign of coming or a salutation at all, is Ustadz sure his marriage is no problem?" ask the curious Ilya.

"i'm sure of it, I also felt strange, before I went back into a coma, it seemed like he came and didn't know after that" replied Ustadz Haris.

before long there was Farid and Cakra who picked up the two, "what are you talking about, let's go home all are waiting for you at home," asked Cakra.

"yes," answered ustadz Haris

he got into the car as well as ilya, the car carried by Farid is now heading to the boarding school area.

but the car stopped at a pretty luxurious house around the cottage, "whose house is this?" ask ustadz Haris confused.

"this is a gift for you, yes it means your house, and next door is the house of the Ilya family" Cakra said.

"why don't I focus on all the villagers of Kantil?"

"justadz is better to go in first let usstadz sepuh that explains everything" said Farid.

the four of them went down, and went straight to their respective homes, it turned out that in the house of Ustadz Haris there was only a nuclear family.

likewise with the tin of the Ilya family, the ustadz of Amir and the ustadzah of Aisyah welcomed their daughter.

ustadz Haris just saw Rahayu's figure there, but the girl looks nervous when she sees him enter the house.

"salamaloret..."

"greetings waalaikum." everyone answered.

"sit over here Haris," call ustadz sepuh.

Rahayu sat next to Shafa and also Umi Kalila, while mommy Tasya sat near Arkan's father.

"how are you doing Haris? Is everything all right?" tanya ustadz.

"Alhamdulillah good sirde, but I feel you guys are a little tense huh, what's the matter?" ask ustadz Haris who feels an uncomfortable atmosphere.

mami Tasya pulled out an envelope containing the divorce certificate, while looking at the writing on the map.

ustadz Haris also knew if this must be something wrong, "so mommy did it again?"

"it's not my fault, but the decision together, especially I don't want to continue lying and make ustadz continue to hurt," said Rahayu open her voice.

"what do you mean, what is all this?" ask ustadz Haris.

"forgive me. When I was the wife of Ustadz Haris, I made a terrible mistake, I committed adultery with someone, and this child was the fruit of that deed," cried Rahayu.

"are you sure this decision is best" asked Ustadz Haris who wanted to hear Rahayu's reasoning.

"iya ustadz, this is the best decision, on our appeal that will continue to hurt each other, we better end up here," said Rahayu confidently.

"it is fine that I accept your decision, but before the child is born, stay in the cottage, because your life can be threatened if you have to return to the village" said Ustadz Haris.

"goddle ustadz,"

"as well as you, as long as you are not healthy again, you are not allowed to return to the village, because you can be injured again, moreover, Cakra has not been able to find a girl who can get rid of Ki Bisono according to his destiny" said ustadz sepuh.

"yes sir, I will deepen the science of religion again" replied ustadz Haris

Rahayu wanted to return to the cottage, but Tasya's mother held her back, "you'd better stay here, however it's not nice if the wife of ustadz stayed at the cottage when her husband was home," mami Tasya.

"but I don't want to make my mom uncomfortable, as well as the rest of the family?" rahayu said sadly.

"no matter this is a request from the great mistress, after all we already consider you as our own daughter, so just relax," Arkan's father said.

Rahayu nodded, Cakra immediately hugged Tasya's mother, because the woman could accept Rahayu.

although she and Shafa have to continue to persuade the woman to change her mind, because Tasya's mother is very difficult to influence.

finally Rahayu will live on the first floor next to Tasya's mother's room and Arkan's father.

while Ustadz Haris lives upstairs, everyone does not know if the two people are divorced.

Ilya looked at her room on the first floor which was quite simple, it turned out that all her belongings were already in that room.

there are some books that have been a place to confide in, lucky that the book can not be opened if it does not use a hidden key.

he looked for the key and began to open the book, he began to smile as he read it.

because the book contains all about his memories with ustadz Haris and Shafa first.

even all of their photos were there, and there were photos that he had taken in a discreet manner.

"if .." muttered Ilya hugging the book.

"do you want to eat first?" tawar ustadzah Aisyah's.

"by Mom, I want to eat mother-made soto" said Ilya who kept the book.

after eating, the girl sat down with her sisters who were watching television.

"assalamualaikum.."the voice of the santriwati who came to the house of Ilya's family.

"greetings walaikum, finally come, Monggo enter Ilya ustadzah is inside, let's go in," said Ustadz Amir.

"mother.this is where your disciples come," called the man.

"assalamualaikum ustadzah," greetings all the santriwati who immediately embraced Ilya together.

"greetings to everyone, how you cry!!" surprised Ilya

"we heard that if the ustadzah has a bad thing, we can all just pray, we miss the ustadzah.." cried all the santriwati.

"yes I also miss you all, now let's sit down first" Ilya asked.

after everyone sat down, they began to recite prayers for safety and health for Ilya and ustadz Haris.

Ilya also looks very happy to be reunited with all the students he has taught.

after the santriwati, it is now the turn of the kindergarten students who come.

even they all brought flowers for Ilya and also chocolate, not to forget they also prayed for Ilya.

and at noon there was a group of students who had been the class guided by Ilya, namely the students of the ibtidaiyah madrasah.

"ustadzah.." cried all of them.

Ilya also did not think so much love he received, even though he did not get the love of the man he loved.

but he had already gained a lot of love from all the students he had taught all along.