Love as Beautiful Dusk In Pesantren Season 2

Thank you, Brother Husein

"I did tell her to go to study religion so she could be better, but as a Mother I also had feelings of longing and worry." Fia Say.

"I miss her too, dear, but how else do we have to endure this longing a little, so that our daughter can study quietly there." Rifki tries to calm Fia's heart.

"Thank you, Mommy" said Fia taking off Rifki's embrace and turned to face Rifki.

"Thank you for what?" Rifki frowned confused by the thanks given by Fia.

"Thank you for giving me so much love and affection for me and my children." Answer Fia.

"I should be the one to thank you," Rifki suddenly let out a brief peek at Fia's forehead.

"meaning?" asked Fia who did not understand with Rifki's thanks.

"Thank you for all your faithful waiting and patience waiting for me, I'm grateful that you are my wife. If anyone else is my wife I'm not sure she can keep going and not walk away from my side." Said Rifki who recalled how great sacrifice and patience Fia faced him first, Fia was so patient waiting for Rifki who still could not move on from Uqi. Though Rifki himself knew that at that time Fia was also trying desperately to eliminate her feelings of love for Arif.

Rifki and Arif are two people who have the same destiny, unable to unite for a cause and a mistake.

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After a long debate between the four inhabitants of the ndalem, now the situation is back to silence because the four people who had argued had gone to their respective rooms.

Arum went into the room, sat leaning on the edge of the bed, looking straight ahead. Shown by the face of the Mother there is a sense of longing that sneaks in the heart of Arum. New places, new environments and new conditions make Arum think hard can he adjust here. In a place far different from where he lived before.

"Mother, I miss you." said Arum.

This is the first time Arum is away from the Mother, although he is famous for being tough, cheerful and independent but deep down he is so fragile and spoiled.

Only Mother Fia understands the true nature of the princess, "I must be strong, I have grown up and therefore I must be able to." Arum cheers himself on.

After shedding all the whipping feelings in his heart and encouraging himself, Arum laid himself on the bed and began to close his eyes to a much more beautiful dreamland.

Even after a long night had passed, the sound of the dawn adhan rang out loud in the cottage area, waking up a beautiful girl who was sleeping soundly.

Usually Arum will wake up later in the day or even he often leaves the morning prayers while abroad, no sound of the Adhan that sounds so beautiful as now.

Arum who heard the sound of Adzan immediately grabbed the veil and went out of the room to the bathroom, although actually he is still very sleepy but now he realizes that he is in the house of people not in his own house. Therefore as much as possible Arum maintain the attitude and adjust.

"Arum!" the voice of a man heard from behind made Arum reflex turn his head.

"Yes" answered Arum looking back.

"Where are you going?" asked the man who was none other than Hussein.

"You go to the bathroom" replied Arum.

"Don't the bathroom, the dump is clogged." Husein said that the bathroom that Arum was going to use was damaged.

"Some, come with me!" Husein who was about to take drinking water now changed direction to take Arum to go to the bathroom outside the house, exactly next to the old room ilzham before marriage.

"Wear this bathroom first for a while, maybe tomorrow afternoon the bathroom can be used again. Because this morning the handyman will actually come." Hussein gave an explanation.

After giving an explanation Husein stepped away from Arum, but his steps stopped because Arum called him.

"Sister Husein!" call Arum, make Husein who was called stop instantly with a smile that rises on his lips.

"Yes why?" Husein turned around and covered the happy smile that had appeared on his lips.

"Thank you" said Arum, smiling sweetly at Husein.

"Together," replied Husein then turned back, walking away from Arum and into the room.

'God willing, Arum still looks so beautiful. Though I know for sure if she just woke up, her face was still innocent without make up.' The inner Hussein who was currently leaning behind the door held onto his rumbling chest.

"Beautiful body" murmured Husein with a smile so tender, he was so fascinated that he forgot his original purpose of wanting to take a drink in the kitchen, Husein even went to the mosque to carry out his duties as a Muslim.

The morning dawn slowly began to appear, its rays slightly visible. Although the air this morning felt so cold pierced the skin but did not dampen the spirit of Arum to start the lesson.

"Arum!" call Umik.

"Yes, Umik," answered Arum looking back, he stopped his activity to help a haddam clean vegetables.

"Your job here is to learn, Son, your mother has entrusted you to Umik. Now is the time to teach the yellow book. Go then! Hani's mother let Umik help." Umik gave one large lumyan-sized book from the book that Arum used to see, and the shape was thin not as thick as the book he used to study.

Arum received the book that Umik gave him, slowly he opened it.

"Sorry Umik, Arum doesn't understand, Arum can't read it either." Honestly Arum who is still paying attention to the contents of the book that was given by Umik.

"You take it easy, if you don't understand then you can just listen to Hasan's explanation later. If necessary write in this book with capital letters that you usually use." Uqi gave one of the books he had picked up earlier to Arum.

"Hasan?" instead of directly saying yes or thank you Arum was even interested in one name mentioned by Uqi.

"Yes, teaching this morning will be filled by Hasan." Uqi explained jia this morning her teacher was Hasan.

"Okay Umik, I'll go first." Arum was about to leave just one step Arum immediately stopped and turned around.

"What's up, son?" ask Umik.

"Where's your salary?" ask Arum plain.

"Astaghfirullah, Umik forgot to tell me where he was going." Umik smiled amusedly aware of the mistakes he had made.