Lembayung Dusk

Ahlan Wa Sahlan's..

Mom Twilight

Yesterday was my meeting with Fatimah tea for the first time in 18 years..

It felt like a dream and made my memory go back to that time, a time when I felt happy close to her, a beautiful woman praying face and also her heart.

Fatimah tea does not change.it even more shining with hijab syar'i worn her. Watered with envy of his righteousness.. Really inversely proportional to me who is just a woman you*****.

I'm shy.. It's been a lot of stories I've been through for a dozen years that have been excruciating. Want to pour out a heart that I can not save myself.

I didn't expect it. We were met by fate. Through our children, Lembayung and Dusk.

Membayung..

Ooh really is that girl, since the first time I met her on the wedding day Hasan my sister.he was very stealing attention and I immediately fell in love with her.. there was a different feeling that attracted me to greet and approach her while she was alone in a park.

Beautiful girl, ayu and shalihah who continue to be looked at by my son Dusk.At that time, it is clear in my memory.he wears a dress in harmony with the pasmina in wear, if in thought again.. I used to think he was similar to someone I knew, of course he was the son of the person I had longed for.

I don't know because of the instinct of a mother who feels what my son feels.. I like her so much.

It was my Lembayung..

The twilight appendage.

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"Tante. Come sit beside me." Tawar Lembayung when we were going to get in the car, we just landed at Juanda International Airport, Surabaya East Java.

Will drive to Pasuruan, Pesantren cottage owned by his father mas Fadli.

"A pretty aunt in hijab.. " Praise her while smiling to the side, towards me.

In the car we only four, the driver.me, Lembayung and Dusk. Others use a different car.

"Good love, you're so much prettier! " I also stroked her red blushing cheeks. I saw my son glancing at us through the rearview mirror.

Finally, we arrived at PonPes.And we were greeted warmly by his father mas Fadli, K. H. Ummar Abdullah and the santriwati there.

It is said that, at first this pesantren activity took the form of a kalongan study housed in a musholla, followed by settled santri and santri communities around the pesantren.

With full example and high patience, pesantren continue to show its existence so that santri with istiqomah can learn and develop themselves through religious understanding and skills and life skills.

"Aci'alaykum .." Greetings Fadli to all who have gathered in the great hall that has been filled with santri.

I gasped, seeing how many santri were lodged here. All santri wear white clothes, and santriwati wear all black clothes, even many who wear a veil.

As soon as my guts shrunk, I felt very small among this sea of hafizh hafizah printers and scholars. Staring at the scenery of haru over the welcome that shahdu..

Some santri called for prayers to the great Prophet Muhammad Shallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam.

Peace rippled through the entire layer of blood. This is what I want.. This is what I'm craving..

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Twilight

I didn't expect to be greeted so wonderfully like this..

Turns out Lembayung's akung is K. H. Ummar Abdullah the younger brother of the founder of Pondok Pesantren this. his brother who founded, has long died and handed over his entire management to Lembayung akung.

Worth it. turns out the incident blurred Lembayung and I can be mo*** that can tarnish his good name.

Once again I was faced with a situation beyond my expectations. I feel like a useless little crumb among the santriwan santriwati there.

Their faces exuded a different aura.A aura of holiness due to ablution that remains awake.The distant view of the world, hearing is far from the music that lena..

Hearts are always dhikr.. And the mouth always calls upon the holy verses of Allah..

After the welcoming event, we were all invited to rest in a cottage that has been provided.

"This is what is called Dusk? " Tanya a Kiayi who I believe is Lembayung's akung.

"Dad sir.. " Answer to Papah Lembayung.

If you remember the many delinquencies and in my past.it is appropriate and should be a rejection that I get, but beyond expectations it turns out that me and my mother were greeted very warmly by the Lembayung family.

"Baguus.I'll talk to you later! now just rest..Tomorrow morning I wait at my residence! " His words were firm while patting my shoulder.

"Good.. " My answer is short.

My mother and I were allowed to rest in a small cottage in the form of a wooden house, in front of which there are beautiful green plants. It seems, this cottage is specifically for guests who come to this PonPes.

So many pairs of eyes, and a full of probing gazes from the santri - Santri who saw us.

"Ahlan Wa Sahlan Bihudurikum..introduce me Miftah, please ma'am. mas.. this room has been prepared by Gus Ummar, happy resting.I excuse you! "Pamit is an adult man dressed in a white robe with a turban on his head, just like an ustadz.

"Thank you.. " Answer.

"Everything.. " He smiled and then passed.

"Mom wants a break yes. all day on the journey of the body aches all." Mother said as she pulled the suitcase.

"Dad mom.. " I went into the room that has been provided, the room with shades of chocolate, because in the dominance of all that is made of solid teak wood.

Large windows add fresh and clean air that goes into all corners of the room. It is in stark contrast to the urban atmosphere filled with highly polluted air pollution.

I went out of the room to the balcony in front of the cottage, exploring the small garden of rocks. Spreading his gaze to the sky, his tall trees were shady and inhaled deep air.

"Piyambake iku candidate bojo ne mba Lembayung anyway? " Whispers a santriwati to her other friends, who are walking a short distance from me.

Although whispering, but I can still hear faintly what he is talking about.

"Dog piye anyway? trus Ustadz Miftah piye ? " Another replied while whispering as well.

"Wis. wis. ojo ghibah! ora becik! "

"Astaghfirullah's.. " The one who whispered istighfar.

I frowned, then nodded as they passed me. Retorted with a nod.they looked intensely and then immediately lowered their head.

"Astaghfirullah's.. What a handsome Na! rich bule.. "

"Huusha.. Istighfar koe! c'mon fast! "

They walked in haste while continuing to whisper and occasionally patting each other on the shoulder.

They why?

Miftah Ustadz? Wasn't he the one who brought us here, was he?

What was? why are they talking about him with Lembayung?

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