Look At Me Once

Pesantren

The atmosphere in the room was very stressful. Alwi with his sharp eyes looked at Raiyan as if he wanted to skin him.

Raiyan gulped down his saliva, let alone seeing his boss putting on a cold face with a murderous look towards him.

“What did you call me?” ask Raiyan.

“You still ask?” Alwi again asked with eyes that were still staring intently at Raiyan.

Raiyan rolled a lazy eyeball. “What's up? Is there a problem? Tumben early in the morning Father called me. If there is nothing important I resign, go to the cafeteria. I'm hungry, not yet breakfast.”

“You want me to fire? I'm not done talking, Rai!” angry Alwi.

“Eat him! And don't look at me like that! I'm still normal, your wife is also already two,” sewot Raiyan.

Yoke!

Alwi threw a ballpoint pen in his hand and hit Raiyan's head.

“Akh! Why you? More PMS?” said Raiyan while rubbing his head that hurt.

“Sit!” alwi's orders.

Raiyan glared at Alwi at a glance, he chose to sit on the sofa rather than sitting in front of Alwi's desk. Raiyan is afraid that he will be an easy target for his boss's annoyance for some reason.

“What problems are there?” raiyan asked after sitting her body on the sofa.

“Yesterday I told you to buy clothes for Lathifa,” said Alwi flat.

“Iya. Then what's the problem? I've bought you what you ordered,” Raiyan replied casually.

“I told you to buy clothes! Not that kind of shirt, Rai!” alwi said he felt angry at his assistant.

“Good ... In fact, the prize can be profitable in-”

“Yes base! I didn't tell you to buy that! Where is your mind, Rai!” Alwi threw a ballpoint pen towards Raiyan, but was caught by Raiyan.

“Wow! Patience, Boss!” Raiyan placed the ballpoint pen on the table and stood rushing out of his boss' room before getting an even worse tantrum.

“Basic assistant brash!” Alwi rubbed his face violently, and trembled inwardly trying to temper his emotions.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

“Who?”

“I Iwan, Sir,” replied Iwan from behind the closed door.

“Log in!”

“Excuse me, Sir. There is a meeting schedule with the Sanjaya company at Hotel A at 10:00,”, Iwan said after stepping foot in his boss's room.

“Delay the meeting until 15:00. I will go, and please deliver all these files to the room of Mr. Raiyan.” Alwi pointed at the pile of papers on his desk.

“Good, Sir.” Iwan approached and took the pile of paper. “I'm sorry, Mr.”

Alwi just nodded his head. However, Alwi stops Iwan's steps who are already in the doorway.

“Wait, Wan. All the files must be finished before the meeting, tell Raiyan to take him directly to the location.”

Alwi grabbed the phone next to him and sent a message to someone.

My Lovely

We'll go to the boarding school, we'll go home together.

...*****...

“Whosoever does not know the value of a pleasure when there is, then he will know it when it is not there (withered),” Ustaz Hamdan Athaillah said in his tausiah.

He is the current leader of the Athaillah Pesantren, succeeding his father who died a few years ago.

Pondok Pesantren Athaillah is one of the largest boarding houses and is famous for its cheap cost and even many provide scholarships to talented students. Pesantren with a fairly cheap cost but high quality.

Pesantren which has been established for 80 years, founded by a great scholar named Athaillah Al Fath.

Pondok pesantren which is now developing provides formal schools, ranging from MI, MTs and MA, for the hard work of the grandson of Alm. Kiai Athaillah Al Fath Zahran Athaillah.

“Then from that, Remember! Never forget and always say ‘Alhamdulillah’ for everything that God has blessed us.” Hamdan's ustaz voice echoed through a large room containing santriwati and several female worshippers present.

The male and female congregations were indeed separated, so only the voice was heard by the female worshippers in the main hall. While the male worshipers are in the pesantren Mosque.

Lathifa whispered something into Anisa's ear, then she stood up and walked towards the exit of the hall.

“That's the truth, being happy is simple. We just need to be grateful for the blessings God has given us.” Ustaz Hamdan's voice was still faintly heard in Lathifa's ears who had moved away from the study.

Lathifa set her foot down the street looking for the whereabouts of the toilet that Anisa had pointed at her.

Bruk!

“Aduh ...”

“Sorry, Ma'am. I accidentally,” said someone who collided with Lathifa.

Lathifa raised her face, and found the figure of a tall young man, wearing a white cocoa shirt and a black sheath complete with a black peci on his head.

“Mbak!” call the man, but not responded by Lathifa.

“Hai, Ma'am! You okay?” repeat the young man slightly raised his voice.

“Eh, I-iya Mas. Sorry I was accidentally,” said Lathifa after waking up from her daydream.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Don't you want to stand?” ask the man politely.

Lathifa looked around her, and realized that she was sitting on the ground. Luckily today it did not rain, so the ground beneath it was dry not to dirty the clothes he was wearing.

“Eh, yes Mas.” Lathifa immediately stood up and flicked her clothes with her hands, clearing away the dust stuck on her clothes. His face was red with shame.

“You new santri here?” ask the man.

Lathifa shook her head. “Not. I just attended the class with my sister.”

“Oh, but the study is in the main hall, why can Ma't be here?”

“I'm looking for a toilet, Mas.”

“Mbak can walk straight only, later there is a mango tree turn right. You can use the bathroom there.”

“Good. Thank you, Mas,” said Lathifa and passed away.

The man looked at Lathifa's back that was getting away, the beautiful girl with a dress and khimar syar’i in light blue.

‘beautiful.’

“Astaghfirullah! Ghadul bashar, Za! Keep your eyes!” the man then patted his own head. And continue his journey.

Exactly at 12:00 the study closed with continued prayer dzuhur congregation.

Finished congregation, Anisa went hand in hand with the Umi Maryam and Lathifa, then said goodbye to the Umi Maryam. Anisa is the niece of Ustaz Hamdan, her mother is the younger sister of Ustaz Hamdan, and she has another younger sister, but her youngest sister has long since died.

“Umi, Nisa say goodbye first, yes. Sorry can not yet go to Ndalem (The main house where the Kiai family lives).”

“Nothing, Nis. But remember! Next time you have to go home. Bring your husband too.”

“God willing, Umi.”

“Who is this beautiful girl, Nis?” ask umi Maryam who realized the presence of someone who had just been silent next to Anisa.

“Astaghfirullah! Sorry, Fa. I forgot to introduce you to umi.”

“You were young already forgetful, Nis.”

“The name also forgot, Umi. Illness forgets not looking at age, right.” Anisa chuckles, and is followed by Umi and Lathifa.

“Include Umi, she is Lathifa, wife-”

“I Lathifa, Umi.” Lathifa cut off Anisa's words, then grabbed Umi's hand and kissed her.

Lathifa did not intend to hide her status. However, he felt he was not ready to tell Anisa's family. Remembering her husband's parents' reaction the other day. Lathifa just wasn't ready to feel disappointed for the next time. At one point, only Anisa's parents knew about the polygamous marriage between the three of them.

“Masya Allah .. very beautiful your face, soft as the name suggests.” umi Maryam praised Lathifa, making Lathifa face red.

“Thank you, Umi. But more beautiful mbak Nisa,” elak Lathifa.

“Everything is beautiful,” further umi Maryam makes the three women smile.

On the veranda of the mosque, Alwi walked side by side and chatted with a man who had collided with Lathifa.

“Mas, who's the girl who's with Nisa?” asked the man pointing towards Ndalem.

Alwi directed his gaze according to the direction pointed at the person next to him.

Deg.

Alwi widened his eyes, making sure that his vision was not wrong. Three women dressed in full gamis with khimar syar’i different colors standing in the courtyard of Ndalem.

Alwi was fascinated to see his two wives look happily smiling, ‘cantik’.

“What's the name, Mas?” asked the man, but was not responded by Alwi.

“Mas!” exclaiming the man woke Alwi from his daydream.

“What?” alwi asked looking towards the man.

“What's his name, Mas? Beautiful yes.”

“Who do you mean?” alwi asked probing, he stopped his steps and stared intently at the handsome face of the man beside him.

“That's it with Mbak Nisa, Mas! What's name?”

“Ghadul bashar, Gus!” alwi's Perspiration.

“Astaghfirullah!” once again, the man was very happy.

“And remember! Never try to approach it!” said Alwi then walked back with wide steps leaving the man who was dumbfounded confused by Alwi's attitude.

“What do you mean by Al? Why is he so angry?” shush that man.