Love Children Pesantren

The End of the Long Wait

5 December, december,

15.01

"ONE...." Dinda raised her index finger.

"Yes, ma'am, this is coming out." Sahut a santriwati who quickly wear his face.

"TWO!"

"Yes yes..." He quickly ran past Dinda. Run fast to the pesantren mosque. He could only shake his head. Why can't all students be disciplined, and always be the same person. Already warned it does not seem to be in the gubris and takzir did not seem to be able to change his personality.

Dinda immediately walked towards the mosque to perform Ashar prayers together.

•••••

After performing the prayer, Dinda immediately pampit to go to the madrasah earlyayah which is not far from the pesantren. He stepped towards the mosque next to the madrassa. His eyes are immediately presented by small children who with a spirit of learning. Making a big smile radiate from his face.

"Assalamualaik."

All eyes were on him.

"Waalaikum salam."

Dinda walked in, a few steps she began to change her position to walk using her knees. Slowly and lowered his head, his knees continued to step closer to an ustadzah who was sitting teaching. He immediately shook the hands of the woman who was much older than him.

"Eh mbak Dinda, what's wrong mbak? Tumben's here?"

Dinda smiled again, she opened her bag and took out a large brown envelope. "Sorry Mom, if my arrival interferes with the learning process of children."

"Oh Ndak papa mbak, even I mbak seneng mbak here. What's up to?"

"This ma'am, there's a little money for the construction of the madrasah building." Dinda handed me the envelope. It is true that the madrassa is currently in the process of development, therefore learning is diverted inside the mosque because it happens to be next to each other.

"Well, mature suwun ya mbak Dinda."

"It's the same Mom, hopefully the money will be useful huh..."

"Yes certainly mbak, this is Alhamdulillah you know we happen to be short of funds but really Allah cepet really ngeresponnya. Directly on the love of money through mbak Dinda. In fact, we were already confused.materials construction materials are still lacking, continue to pay workers as well...O Allah ma'am, thank you Yo.May be a good deed."

Dinda nodded. "Yes ma'am, same thing. If the problem of money or funds is lacking, mother and others do not have to worry. Whatever it is that is done for good, God will help."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Oh yeah, how many percent think it's built?"

"Oh only about fifty-five percent mbak. Please pray yes mbak, hopefully quickly so and run smoothly. Let this child also learn in his madrasah."

"Aamiin, yes, I hope everything goes well."

"Eh, is Dinda busy?"

Dinda nodded slowly. "Not too busy this afternoon. You need my help?"

"Ah yes, gini mbak.tadi Bu Ani Ndak entered so this hour third grade children Ndak no lessons. So can Ndak if mbak Dinda replacein ngajar? Eee until half-five, then it's straight home." His word. "How's mbak? Can you?"

"Yes, I can."

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16.34

"Mbak Dinda, thank you so much..."

"Yes ma'am, then I say yes..."

"Yes, ma'am."

Dinda took it and kissed the back of ustadzah's hand. "Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam."

"Let's Mom..."

"Yes, please..."

Dinda gave a smile and walked out of the mosque. Walk from there back to the pesantren. In front of the door of the house, his footsteps came to a halt upon seeing the guest.

"Miss..." Call Abah. "Here it is, sit down."

Dinda nodded. "Assalamualaik." He then sat down beside Abah.

"Waalaikum salam."

His eyes were fixed on a man sitting in front of him. He's riveted. "Within..." Abah's voice made him bow deep.

"Astaghfirullahal adziim Dinda..." He muttered by closing his eyes tightly. What did he just do? Looking at the man who is not a mahram, Abaghfirullah...

"Dinda is Inspiration, remember you??"

Hearing Abah's statement opened his eyes and looked at Abah who was smiling. "Ilham has come from before waiting for you to come." Further.

Dinda gulped her saliva, she lowered her head again. His heart was racing when he found out about it. "Within..." The call was heard again. Not from Abah, but from Inspiration.

Dinda lowered her head. "Dinda, I've come here to fulfill my promise." His soft voice spoke to himself, making him instantly hot cold. I don't know his eyes suddenly glazed? The bayes? Oh certainly not, from the moment Ilham made his promise to come, at that very moment he solidified his heart. Trying to keep his heart for the man. Trying to keep waiting, and since then also the name of Inspiration he always add to every moment of prayer that he proposes.

Eight years? Don't you think it's easy to keep and wait for eight years?

"Dinda, when are you ready for me to apply?" Ask Inspiration.

•••••

The day after he came, almost all the santri helped in his preparation. O God, ease everything.

•••••

The day before that night came...

Umi went into Dinda's room. Meet his daughter who is sitting quietly. "Sir..." Call her.

Dinda. "Mom..."

"Here, you'll wear this..." Dinda saw the clothes he was carrying. "Later let mbak Hasna the same mbak Nurul who help you be ready yes."

Dinda gave a long sigh. Trying not to look nervous. "Yes umi."

Umi smiled, her hands gently stroking her daughter's shoulders. "Ga need to be tense so as to nduk, this is just a proposal you are not married. If you want to get married, tense you can be many times this."

"Udah yes, now you rest so that later tonight it looks good. Yea?! Umi's out first..." Umi kissed Dinda's forehead. "Many prayers."

"Yes umi."

•••••

9 December

18.56

Dinda was silent by looking at herself in the glass.

"Mbak Dinda Masya Allah is beautiful..." Mbak Hasna.

"Yes.let alone ning rarely use make up, once use so pangling us." The timpal mbak Nurul.

"Call me mbak aja mbak Nurul." Reply Dinda more comfortable on call with mbak call.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Mbak dinda, congratulations on finally getting someone right."

Dinda just smiled stiffly hearing Hasna's words.

"Hopefully everything goes smoothly to the guarantee." Further.

"Aamiin's."

Tok tok...

The three of them looked up to coincide with the door opening. "Nduk, let's go. The one you were waiting for has come."

Dinda let out a long sigh calming herself down, she stood up and started to step closer to uminya. A smile emanated from his face. Umi took her hand, walking slowly towards the living room accompanied by the two girls who helped her dress up earlier.

At first glance his eyes glanced at the guests, then looked back down. "Sit..." The whisper of umi told Dinda to sit down. Faced not far from Inspiration.

His heart beat was unrelenting. I don't know how he should express all this. His eyeballs looked back to the front but his head was bowed back when he saw Ilham who was looking at him in silence.

That day was a very special day for him. The day on which the journey of a sacred love for her begins. The day the wait was over. The day that the certainty he was waiting for had come. Apparently, he didn't forget.

Simply put, it is very simple that this event was held. But it feels so special. Not a luxury we need, but a steadfastness to take this relationship to a more serious level.

From earlier his heart continued to say remembrance, calling the name of Allah so that the event went smoothly.

Dinda, is a name I've always mentioned in my third of the night. The woman whom I have always told God, that she may become my wife, my companion.

If Abah has been looking after Abah's daughter for twenty-seven years, then allow me to take Abah's place to protect Dinda. To make her happy is like the world's most precious jewels.

Dinda, if Allah permits, I want to accompany every step of your struggle, want to be a coolant and tranquilizer in your times of distress, want to be your guide to enter His Jannah later, want to make you my makmum. In Shaa Allah, together we establish this relationship on the pleasure of Allah. I want to live this life with you.

Here, allow me with all the sentiments that God has entrusted with saying the intentions of the deepest heart of sincerity.

Dinda Pangestuti, will you be my wife? will you accept my proposal?

•••••

And this is when I am, sitting in front of him with a heart beating uncharacteristically. A meeting I had dreamed of for a long time. He came, with his family. A wait that I feared was futile, a thought that I thought he had forgotten. But no, today he has kept his promise. My tears, I cannot bear to feel haru and happy for today.

dinda - Dinda

9 December...

...Bismilbornrahmanirrahim,...

...With the permission of Allah and the blessing of Abi umi, I accept your proposal....

•••••

Pack the love that God has given you until it becomes a wonderful gift. For the most beautiful gift is the educated heart of Istiqomah.

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وَاللّٰهُ جَعَلَ لَكُمْ مِّنْ اَنْفُسِكُمْ اَزْوَاجًا وَّجَعَلَ لَكُمْ مِّنْ اَزْوَاجِكُمْ بَنِيْنَ وَحَفَدَةً وَّرَزَقَكُمْ مِّنَ الطَّيِّبٰتِۗ

And Allah made for you a spouse (husband or wife) of your own kind and made for you children and grandchildren of your spouse, and gave you the sustenance of the good.

(An Nahl :72)

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