Kantil Village

start practicing

hut activities continued to run until night, but after eight o'clock at night all the disciples were free.

ustadz sepuh was waiting for the arrival of ustadz Haris and Ilya, to train.

not too cruel, but they had to strengthen their bodies, especially when they slept for too long.

"assalamualaikum ustadz sepuh," greetings Ilya who came with some santriwati who will attend the taekwondo tournament.

"greetings waalaikum, sit down first Ilya, we wait for ustadz Haris and a few more people" he murmured

before long ustadz Haris came with some santri behind him.

"assalamualaikum. sorry late,"

"greetings waalaikum, sit down all of you" said ustadz sepuh.

the man was also already wearing clothes to practice physical skills.

"what's wrong?" tanya ustadz sepuh saw ustadz Haris saw it so sharp.

"no ustadz, are you sure you will train us, not even you who are injured for training us," said Ustadz Haris smiling at a glance.

unexpectedly, ustadz sepuh directly attacked toward ustadz Haris.

the unprepared man had already gotten a strong giggle from ustadz sepuh.

"never underestimate your opponent Haris, because we don't know what the opponent's strength will be?" ustadz sepuh.

"iya ustadz, forgive me," said Haris who already felt pain in his neck.

arkan's father and Tasya's mother came, the students were shocked, they didn't expect the two to come.

"these are two strong people who will guide you all to strengthen the resilience of the body, especially for Haris and Ilya," said ustadz sepuh.

"well ustadz," answered everyone.

finally, Tasya's mother came to the line of sisters, while Arkan's father stood beside his son.

they are separated, and the ustadz sepuh will give a lesson about serenity.

because ustadz Haris is always carried away by emotions every fight, it is very detrimental because it can make him injured someday.

all started practicing from the beginning, they studied the horses first.

all turned out to make mistakes, because the horses were done less powerful.

in the house of Ustadz Haris, Rahayu was reading the Qur'an, she was alone because everyone was out.

farid's wife brought some cookies that she had made this afternoon with her mother-in-law.

"salamaloret..."

"greetings waalaikum, who..."

Rahayu opened the door and saw the woman smiling at her, "what's wrong?"

"this mbak want to send cake, and accompany mbak Rahayu, because earlier Bu Tasya asked me to accompany neng Rahayu so as not to be alone at home," replied the woman.

"ok kok even troublesome but thank you loh mbak, die in let me get a drink first yes," said Rahayu who wanted to go into the house.

"no need to neng Rahayu, kayak guest far away, just sit here neng, I want to see the stomach neng Rahayu who seems to have been very large," said Farid's wife.

"yes ma'am, understandably already seven want to step on eight months," replied Rahayu happily.

"but what he does often makes you sick, because usually when he is very active, he likes to surprise sometimes," said the woman enthusiastically.

because she had been pregnant for a long time, and now she is not pregnant again even though she does not use KB.

"he rarely kicks, what is danger?" ask Rahayu who does not understand about pregnancy.

"but the doctor said my baby is healthy, it rarely moves because lazy maybe, but yes I sometimes feel a kick but very rarely," said Rahayu

"iya Neng, I'm just surprised oh yes usually the baby moves actively when he hears the voice of his father, Viva asked ustadz Haris to teach while holding your stomach, Viva, surely the baby will actively hear the voice of his father who is teaching,"

"iya Ma'am, later let me ask Haris to do that," replied Rahayu.

at the training ground, ustadz Haris and Ilya were fighting two pairs of married men but they were defeated.

because the magic and physical strength of the two old men were so great, even if they were together they could not touch the two.

"if you can't walk in rhythm, you'll have a hard time beating both of them. Remember to be in harmony and together, keep your emotions in check" said ustadz sepuh.

eventually the two tried to equalize the fighting moves, and started fighting both of their parents.

and it's true, both look very good, development is very fast.

tasya's mom was taken back as well as Arkan's dad.

but what is surprising now is the old ustadz who advanced to face both.

"what is it, why are you off guard" said the old man.

"remember Ilya, we can not let our guard down because pakde sangar firmly in training all his students," said ustadz Haris.

"well ustadz" Ilya replied.

both of them closed their eyes and began to regulate their breath, then ustadz sepuh attacked the two when the figure of ki Adhiyaksa entered into his body.

both of them opened their eyes, and began to fend off any attacks.

both movements are very great, even usyadz sepuh grinning and pulled out his two heirloom machets.

"bang don't be crazy you," the Arkan father panicked to see a sepuh ustadz who returned to being a Sarfaraz.

but what surprised me was when the two people called a pasopati bow.

ustadz stopped, "it turns out Cakra hid you all this time" he murmured.

Ki Adhiyaksa also saw the figure of the first person who can conquer him.

the two machete disappeared again, ustadz only smiled, "for Hadi this is finished, now you can all disperse and rest," the man ordered and left.

ustadz Haris and Ilya were sitting on the ground, both of them like they had just done something strange.

even their feelings and stamina seemed to be drained away, "are you all right? we sit down and talk for a while, the others tomorrow we meet again, thank you," said Tasya's mother who helped Ilya.

"well mom, assalamualaikum.." say hello to all the santri.

"greetings waalaikum..."

they were sitting on a chair that was indeed on the training ground, "how did you do that, being able to summon the pasopati bow together and the bow form.."

"we don't understand dad either, but it feels like my energy is being sucked up" said Ustadz Haris, who was still bored.

"that means, you have to train harder, and Ilya does too, but how are your injuries, is it still painful?" ask mami Tasya.

"no mommy, everything feels fine, and it looks like the wound is gone without a trace, I'm also confused but mom says it might be God's power, so we don't have any more problems," lang Ilya's.

"good, and it seems like it would be better if you fought together after you were legally married, what would you like?"

"sorry dad, even though I love ustadz Haris, but I don't want to be a thorn in a marriage that will soon be completed by a cute child, so I'm sorry..." said Ilya firmly

"but what if I was a widower, would you accept it" said Ustadz Haris, hopeful.

"no!!"