Kantil Village
heirloom keris
ustadz Haris already holds a keris that will be an heirloom that brings death to Ki Bisono.
he managed to take the keris according to the teachings of Cakra, he saw Rahayu who was sleeping asleep because of fatigue.
that afternoon Ustadz Haris immediately met Cakra who was playing with his son Hamzah.
"see Hamzah, if you've cut the watermelon," cried Cakra saw the keris in his sister's hand.
"you have, take it and please save it, when I need it I will ask for it" said Ustadz Haris.
"but the kris will be useless in your hands, because there is someone who can use the Jetis, the real owner," said Cakra took his keris.
ustadz Haris heard the voice of Ilya who was laughing with Shafa and Umi Kalila.
"meet him, if you want to talk to him," said Cakra who returned to focus on playing with his son.
"no mas, I have to teach" said Ustadz Haris.
"at least eat first, I know ustadz have not eaten from lunch, ustadz will not eat without being reminded, because the ustadz is always like this," called Ilya who felt the presence of Ustadz Haris.
"why not him," inward ustadz Haris.
"no, I've eaten, excuse me, assalamualaikum.." said the man immediately left.
"waalaikum salam." replied Ilya.
"yeah may your wife be at home with your attitude Haris," said Cakra Nyang rose from his seat.
Ilya also lowered his head when he saw Cakra, "you also eat, do not be sad, and the eyes can dry if you cry endlessly,"
"inggeh mas" answered Ilya.
they all ate together, including Arkan's father and Tasya's mother.
in the room Rahayu woke up and saw her who was not wearing clothes.
he also remembered how he had to do it with Ustadz Haris who had to be her husband.
his face was met with red considering what happened, "now I'm not alone,"
the night everyone's hearts gather in the old house of ustadz to discuss something.
Cakra carries a box of considerable length, mami Tasya and Shafa recognize the wooden city.
"why take it le, isn't it already broken," asked Mami Tasya.
"damaged, of course not mami, this was never broken, I did break this bow when young, but thanks to the help of Ki Dwisa this can be repaired, and was used by Shafa, he said, and this should be given to the daughter-in-law of our family, no" asked Cakra to open the wooden box.
"but I can't use that bow" said Rahayu.
"no need to be able to, first lift this bow, and we will see how far you have knowledge" said Cakra.
Rahayu got up and approached, but strangely the bow would not be lifted from the box at all.
it was a strange thing because usually, it would not be that difficult, if indeed the woman was the girl of choice.
arkan was confused because his mother used to lift this bow so easily, as well as Tasya who had never mastered the science of Kanuragan.
"are you still in hiding, as far as I am concerned, the person who can lift this bow should not be the one who has a lie in his life?"
"no father-in-law," said Rahayu.
Shafa easily lifted the bow and tied the rope, even with a single pull but the bow and released it made such a loud sound.
"this is the power of this bow, so next time Rahayu should be able to and continue to strengthen your faith" Shafa said.
"fine, tomorrow you two will begin to enter the village, because no one can harm Rahayu again, and tomorrow your duty will all begin, understand," Arkan's father said.
"well ustadz" everyone answered.
all preparing to leave tomorrow morning, Ilya met ustadz Haris.
he gave her a bag that the man had once given her.
"why do you control this prayer bead, I give it to protect you from evil beings,"
"but now Cakra mas needs more than me, so please accept yes mas," said Ilya.
"no need Ilya, I've been given my grandfather's prayer beads, and please continue to pray for the success of our efforts, to bring this one village back to the right path,"
"certainly ustadz, I will continue to pray that ustadz can get victory in the way of God," said the girl who then smiled and chose to leave.
seeing the closeness of Ilya and ustadz Haris made Rahayu jealous, how not, the woman was so close to her husband.
"i know they're friends, but why so close" he murmured.
Rahayu decides to go to her room to prepare everything.
but while passing through Dati's room some students, Rahayu overheard a conversation that made her heart hurt.
"i do not understand with all the parents here, why Ustadz Haris who is so smart in religion, had to sacrifice his life just for the sake of the rural villagers, especially marrying a woman who does not deserve him,"
"what do you mean inappropriate?" ask the other santriwati
"that's the new guy, we're all here, you know, if the person you like ustadz Haris is Neng Shafa, you know, after neng Shafa married ustadz Haris so close to neng Ilya who had been helping in the cottage and foundation, it was more perfect," said another girl.
"hus.. you guys are saying what, it's not good to hear people, we as students just need to pray, do not disturb the life of our teacher, not good," said one of the students
Rahayu also realized that her husband was always surrounded by Sholehah women.
she had just stiffened her husband's religion before they got married.
"was I that bad, until everyone felt that I didn't deserve to be the wife of ustadz Haris,"
"of course not, what are you talking about, has everything been put in the bag?" said Ustadz Haris who went into his room.
"but our marriage is not to save the villagers, and not for love" Rahayu said.
"you certainly know it's true, but because of that I want to live everything from the beginning, even if we get married without love, at least can we live as a normal couple like the others" said Ustadz Haris.
"well, I will try to live with you" said Rahayu.
after the usual dawn prayer, this morning ustadz sepuh gave tausiah about marriage.
all listened to the lecture carefully, not least ustadz Haris, ustadz Harun who heard also sighed.
how could he understand being married had never been, and it was a satire for him.
"marriage meal, bro,"
"yes I married, but not now, waiting for the perfect girl in religion, God willing." said Ustadz Harun who made Ustadz Haris upset.
