Love Children Pesantren

The Journey of Love

So that morning Dinda immediately opened the closet and took out the niqab that had been stored. She started putting the niqab on her face, right in front of her husband. Even Inspiration helped him.

"Bismillah..."

In his heart solidified the intention for his big decision this time. For the good of the world, and the hereafter.

"How did Ilham din react?" Ask Syifa again, repeating her question.

"Yes.mas Ilham just asked me why I chose to berniqab starting today." Answer Dinda. "You___there are the same objections...

my decision?" Ask Dinda heart.

"No. Why do we mind? We will always support your decision..." Aisyah.

"Yes really, don't say that deh din.as long as it's positive and good for you we will always support." Timpal Lina's.

"He'em, we used to be. Support each other, support each other, love each other, pray for each other...Aye right?" Now Syifa is changing.

Dinda smiled. Although the smile arch on her sweet lips was now invisible to the three of them. "Thank you, yeah."

"NAME-YOU..." Answer the three of them compactly.

"By the way, what was our room? Also changed din?" Ask Syifa.

"Yes, it's wider now. If it used to be one room only filled with four people, now it's filled with ten people per room."

"Huh? Which really?" Lina asked in shock. That many?

"It's a bunk bed that is, so it can be filled with two people. One in the bottom bed, the other in the top mattress."

"Oh yeah, we're gonna make that bed?!" Syifa.

And they, back in nostalgia at the time when they were still high school girls. Remembering the day that day came back. Ah..kangen what it feels like. Really!!

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17.18

Dinda opened the closet, put in a pile of Ilham clothes that he had folded neatly. This painting is said to be quite big. There is a place to store clothes that have been folded, there is also for clothes that want to hang and there are also two drawers at the bottom of the closet.

Dinda again closed the closet when the clothes were placed neatly. He walked back towards the bed, picking up some hijab inserts and cuffs of his hands. Then put it in the bottom closet drawer. Dinda's eyes were distracted by a book. A book? Whose is this? As he remembered he had never put any books in this closet drawer. Dinda picked up and closed the drawer, staring at the book.

His feet stepped and sat on the bed. His hand began to slowly open the book.

Muhammad Ilham maulana

A pen inscribed on plain paper on the first page.

"His style is Ilham?"

Dinda flipped back to go to the next page, reading it carefully. Each page, written several sentences with a beautiful word arrangement. And, all that as Dinda had read before. But when is it?

Dinda was silent again. He read them one by one over and over again. Until finally the memory of the past is remembered. Yes, he remembered.This sentence, his words were so exactly like the letter he had read. In the past, do you remember the letter that Dinda often received? And until now Dinda had never known who would dare to send this letter. And yes, the sentence is exactly as it is in this book of Inspiration.

Not just one, but almost five pages that contain like the letter he received first. Yes, Dinda now remembers everything. Dinda re-read the next page, and this time it seems like the sentence has not been read before.In the right corner of the paper written the date, month and year...

Where all that is, coincides when Ilham pamphit home from this pesantren when he had finished school at his High School dulum

Today, it is exactly where what is all stored in the heart can finally be spoken...

Be honest with Abah, and his blessings..

And as it turns out, Dinda knows that too,

I knew how I felt all along,

Mercifully...

Now, my job is just to keep the promise...

Later, when all is accomplished,

Desire and desire, and,

I'll come there to ask for it, please,

Dinda smiled, embarrassed. This time he was made by a man. He read the page next to him.

And Dinda, that name I promise to always keep her from afar, you know,,,

Of every prayer prophecy I make,

Oh God, take care of him for me...

Dinda's smile grew wider. Not long after that, the voice of teaching from the mosque was heard. And again, Dinda was made to think by him. The same!! Just like the sentence in the book of Inspiration that is familiar to him, the voice of teaching also feels familiar. Like.he's heard of it. Not ever, but often. But when? Over where?

Dinda didn't think much of that. He closed the book of Inspiration and put it in the drawer of the closet like that. He stepped into the bathroom to take ablution. Prepare to go to the mosque. If the sound of teaching has been heard from the pesantren mosque, it means that the time of the Maghrib adhan is near.

Dinda is ready with the top mukena already installed. While the mukena subordinates and prayer mats are carried by his right hand. Dinda started walking out of the house, towards the mosque.

Arriving at the mosque, he stepped towards the front of the female shof. While the mosque, now it is crowded by the students who are ready to also pray. Indeed, Dinda and Bu Nyai are always given a place in the front shof.

Dinda sat next to his umin. His hands began to stall the prayer beads, and the recitation of the Quran continued. Looks like it's almost done. Dinda's eyes were fixed at the front,

where the visible curtains block between the male and female shof. And.yes, this curtain that has made Dinda remember, when and where she heard the voice of teaching exactly as it is today.

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The night when the pesantren activities have been completed, and now the students have languished in their respective rooms to learn and do schoolwork. Meanwhile, Dinda chose to stay in the room by continuing to read the diary of Ilham. He really did not expect, it turns out that Ilham likes to write diaries. And you know what? Almost entirely what Inspiration writes, is about him...Dinda.

The door suddenly opened, leaving Dinda aghast and looking ahead. Inspiration who had just had a small chat with Abah, now came into the room and immediately closed the door. Dinda's heart was beating fast. His heart immediately spoke a row of istighfar.

He just realized, what he did was an absurdity. Doesn't the diary include a person's privacy? Even though Ilham was already her husband, she still had to get permission first. Astaghfirullah Dinda's...

Ilham sat beside his wife, with a smile painted on his face. While Dinda was already trembling in fear, she had never been like this before. Sassy, without permission. Well, even if Ilham gets angry because of his mistake he is ready. This is wrong.

"That's...diary's book right?" Ask Ilham when he saw his book now in the hands of his wife. "You read it?"

Just now Dinda wanted to reply to apologize, but Ilham spoke up again. "You want to read another diary?" Tawar Ilham's.

Dinda was silent. Was her husband not angry? Even on his face, there was only a sullen smile directed at him.

"Mas..ga angry?"

"Why should you be angry? A moment." I stood up and opened the closet. Take out the suitcase he put in it. Inside the suitcase, he pulled out a book and brought it towards Dinda.

"It." Books of the same color and size, but with different covers. "If you want to read again. The book you hold, it's an old book. This is a book I bought a few years ago. Consider it a continuation of the book."

"Mas not angry? I'm sorry, but Dinda read a book with a mas but no permission." Says Dinda with guilt. Inspiration only returned with a smile and then stroked Dinda's head. "Ga papa." Reply with gentleness.

"Oh yes mas, who was in the mosque before the adhan who was it??"

"Your husband, why?" Ask Inspiration.

"Relatedly? Really?"

"Yes, why?"

"Dinda felt like a stranger. Though Dinda was just two times denger mas naji, first time akad then second time was maghrib. But, Dinda feels like she's often shaken."

"Where have you ever heard of the deck?"

"First, when Dinda was still in High School exactly when she was in tenth grade. Dinda often went to the same mosque Aisyah in the last third of the night to pray tahajud. Well every Dinda prayers, there is always someone who salaried. And, exactly like a mas. His tone, his voice. Exactly!" Dinda. He remembered when he saw the curtain of the mosque when he wanted to pray maghrib. The curtain reminded him that he had heard the sound for the first time. Such a beautiful, melodious, soothing and sweeping voice.

The Qur'an so impressed him. Until now, he did not know who he was.but honestly, Dinda admired him so much.

"That's because, the one who reads is the same person." Inspiration answered casually made his wife flinch.

"The same guy? The fathom..."

"Mas." Answer Inspiration gives an answer. "You know the deck, the mas who used to frequent the mosque.sama your kayak, tahajud prayer.

In every third of the last night. Always read the Qur'an. But apparently, in the mosque there are also you?"

Dinda speechless. Is this just a coincidence?

"Mas knows, and it's that man who has amazed Dinda." Dinda. So all this time the Inspiration of his people, the Inspiration that he admired. Inspiration, her own husband?!

"And without us knowing God's plan is very beautiful,, arranged so neatly. On the other hand you admire the mas in silence, and on the other hand there is the mas who loves you in silence." The reply of Inspiration made Dinda aware. Right too, why can it be like that? That beautiful?

"One more thing you need to know. Long ago, not love with you. But amazed. The beginning of the admiration, starting when you accidentally see you who again salaried on the porch of the house." Inspiration remembers it again. In the past, when he had just entered the boarding school as a new santri and wanted to go to Abah's house for permission and sowan. Unintentionally, there was Dinda sitting on the porch of the house. She was so solemn, her voice so soft and delicate. His face was clear white with a flow of ablution water that was still seen flowing wetly on Dinda's face. Awe immediately binds the heart of Inspiration. He knew very well that Dinda was a child. Still sitting in class 2 MTs.

"And that's what amazes you." Ilham. "Awe that is not only because of your face deck, but your morals, your ethics, the manners that are applied to you. Slowly, the awe turns into love."

"And here it's been uncovered. We love each other, and that love

the same comes from admiration. While the same sense of admiration comes from the chant of the Holy Quran that is heard between you and mas." Ilham clearly concluded. Dinda's admiration again peaked, amazed by God's plan. It is true, His plan is never wrong. And now, Dinda really feels this.

Oh Oh Oh God... Subhanallah... Allahuakbar, so great is Thy Majesty, so high is Thy Power,,,,

And be reminded again, that there is power that can never be counted with anything, once He wills...

Dinda suddenly remembered the letter. "Mas, Dinda used to get a letter.it's been a long time but. When I was in High School too, the letter did not know who loved me.But the letter always says 'For Dinda'. And the sentence as I remember it is exactly the same writing in the diary mas book. Is that also the mas who sent a letter to Dinda silent at that time?"

Inspiration nodded steadily. "Yes, why?"

"Why not be honest if it's from the. Dinda at that time was very confused it was a letter from whom." Answer Dinda. "Why give me that letter??"

"Let you know, there's someone who's loving you deck." Ilham. His words were so sincere.

"Mas...How long have you loved Dinda??"

"From tenth grade, until graduation. And those three years, you're the only one who likes it. And then we added eight years of separation, and it stayed the same. You are the only one who loves. Count, three years plus eight."

11 years. Dinda was so shocked to find out how many years Ilham loved her. Eleven years, not a short time.it didn't pass so quickly. Very long. But behold Inspiration, his faithful heart holds one name. Is that how big his love is? there was only Dinda in his heart.

"Eleven years? Have you ever loved another woman?" Ask Dinda.

"Dek, in the life of the first mas loved the mother and sister mas. Then there's you present, and you're the only woman who makes you like and interested."

Dinda bobbing head. Eleven years, Dinda believes Ilham met a lot of beautiful women out there. A more beautiful face and heart than her, better than her. Yet...I don't know, even Dinda was confused as to what to say.

A sense of great fortune was immediately present in Dinda's heart. O God, how she felt unlucky to have such a faithful husband, who had such great love for her, Dinda knows Ilham also has a love for Abah and Umi. He, who always gives tender treatment to himself, and Dinda believes Ilham is a priest figure for him who can guide himself, his son and also his family to enter into His Jannah later.

"Buck...."

"Hm?"

"Dinda can't hug you for a second?"

Dinda's question made Ilham laugh. Hey, they have become husband and wife.then why should his wife ask permission first when she wants to hug?

"More can too." Inspiration Reply...Dinda smiled. His body was immediately tightly embraced by Inspiration. He felt warmth and comfort that began to flow in his body. His embrace, which was so tight as to be ready to protect and give him a sense of security.

Oh, my God, thank you for everything. For all the wonderful plans that You have laid out and destined for us.

They let each other out hugs. Ah, it feels like Dinda is getting hooked to hug her husband. They stared at each other meaningfully.

The efforts that have been done by Inspiration so far, are not in vain. His prayers, his efforts, everything has been paid more by God. That is how it feels when we walk according to the path in the Ridhai of God.

Men who really love a woman, are those who keep trying to maintain the sanctity of the woman he loves. Instead of asking him to fornicate.

the Ridhai Allah. Inspiration, he was so looking after Dinda.

Guard it through prayer or concrete actions. In fact, when they had applied, they had never contacted each other at all. Because what? For they know that they have not yet become lawful, lawful married men, who have not yet become their mahromas. However, even if they have a proposal, they must maintain distance and communication.

That is the true meaning of love. Love has such a deep meaning. Bring happiness, peace, comfort, pleasure.but if the love has changed direction to the wrong path.then do not blame if the love that will bring misfortune, disappointment, and, deep sadness and heartache.

For we live in this world only to attain the pleasure of God.

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It was a dark night, showing at almost eleven o'clock in the evening. But Dinda was still awake, all night she was speeding to read the diary Ilham. Such great curiosity about what her husband had written overcame his drowsiness tonight. And throughout the sentences he read, it always made him blush in embarrassment. Oh, he said, so sincere from the heart.

Until Dinda arrived on the page where it was the last writing Ilham wrote in his diary. The next page, just leave it empty. He read back, well this is the last one. After that he'll be ready for bed tonight.

In the upper left corner, Linda read the date on which Ilham wrote the three-line sentence.

03/03/18

Which is where it was the date, month, and year they got married.

In this school, we were found

In this school, we were separated

But in this pesantren, we are united

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VISUAL

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AISHA

SHIFA

LINA

DINDAS

NB. Assalamualaikum all, this episode author love bonus visuals. And sorry if maybe you think there are visuals that are less/ga suitable. The photo above which the author uploaded has obtained permission from the person directly. So, maybe the author can only love the visual that the main character used🙏. For others according to your imagination, yes, friends. Once again the author says a lot of thanks to you who have always supported the author's work until the umpteenth episode of🙏🙏 Wassalamu'alaikum.

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