Love Children Pesantren

A surprise?

Morning greeted by dusk from the eastern horizon. Drawing a tinge of orange to the bed, with the chirping of birds accompanying also the sound of the Quran from the santri.

The clock is 06:18

Chequek...

Dinda who was sitting leaned back to the door. Both corners of the lips were attracted when she saw Ilham, her husband stepped closer. "Where's deck? Still dizzy?"

"Alhamdulillah, it's been lightening this mas."

"Alhamdulillah..." Gumam Ilham's. "Later let's go around half ten."

"Where's mas?"

Inspiration smiles. "Anyways, it'll be Fariz, Reyhan and Iqbal. Now breakfast huh? You want to bring food in the room, or eat at the dinner table."

"Eat at the dinner table."

"Yes yuk."

•••••

09.51

Two room doors opened simultaneously, in each room came out a couple. "Eh, would you like to go too, brother?" Ask Syifa. Fariz who felt asked just nodded.

"What is Aisyah? Still nauseous nausea?" Now the question is directed to Aisha.

"Yes, still fa."

"Doain yes, hopefully baby FA can be healthy and safe until the birth. Is that right, baby?" Chirps Fariz, Aisyah just returned with a clumsy smile.

"Well in the name?"

"Not yet, the FA stands for Fariz and Aisyah." Fariz replied with pleasure.

"Oh, if so doain baby RS also yes let it survive until the birth. Is that ayang?" Syifa spoke now not to lose. Reyhan who was asked just smiled thinly, very thin.

It stands for RS, right? Later if Fariz brother same Aisyah what baby Hospital? Inner Syifa.

"Feasily baby RS stands for Reyhan Syifa, not Hospital." Syifa smiled crisply giving understanding.

"Yes. Amiin, may healthy everything." Reply Aisyah.

"Eh, on being here?"

They turned their heads as Lina and Iqbal came out of the room.

"Yes, we're going first. Assalamualaikum." Pamit Fariz, followed by her two male friends.

"Getishalight."

The three women stared in wonder at her husbands.

"Where is our husband going? Just a man who leaves, his wife isn't invited." Cercah Syifa's. "Gue also wants to walk."

"Yes, where are they going? What's the deal to go with that?!" Now Lina is speaking.

Syifa's eyes narrowed. "Suspicious."

"Udah, don't suudzon be with your own husband." Aisyah mediates the conversation. She would rather be silent than think that no.

•••••

An hour before dzuhur time arrives....

"Sir..." Call the new Inspiration coming into the room. Dinda who at that time was understanding and reading the yellow book immediately stopped his activities.

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight." Dinda answered by shaking her husband's hand. Ilham took a sitting position in front of Dinda, his hands reaching into the pockets of his pants. Issuing an object that cannot be guessed the contents in it.

"What is mas?"

"Equins." Inspiration showed a pair of gold-colored earrings with one jewel hanging underneath. The model he chose was quite simple, very even. But he was sure, this would be very suitable if used by his wife.

"Try to open the veil deck first."

Dinda nodded. She took off her hijab, and without asking for her silver earrings she took off one by one.

"Here, you put it." Inspiration approaches.

"Bismillah..."

After the two were properly installed, Ilham pulled Dinda's hand. Take him to look in front of the mirror of the dresser of the wife. His body is behind Dinda.

"Look, it fits perfectly on your deck." Say Ilham accompanied by a smile satisfied and happy.

Dinda nodded. "Yes, very pretty."

"What's so pretty?"

"The ear." Answer Dinda.

"Originally you know, the beauty of the earrings is not comparable to your beauty. He's just a complement, so you look more perfect in the eyes of the mas."

Dinda could only hold a smile, if she could. He praised her too much. But yes, the newlyweds. Still ashamed of shame.

•••••

After performing the Ashar prayer, they went together. Inspiration that invites and plans, pesantren has also been entrusted to the existing ustadzah and ustadz.

The clock shows at four hours and fifteen minutes, two cars they were riding in were parked neatly in the area of the mosque of a village, not far from a large highway. The car they were riding in belonged to Iqbal and Fariz.

The four families came down. Syifa squinted her eyes. "Well, where are you even here? Didn't he say he was going to the beach?" Mumbled questioning.

"Yes, this will enter first fa.new to the beach." Dinda. "Yeah!"

They follow where the path of Inspiration leads them away, for only Ilham and Dinda know. Walk about ten meters and then into an alley, not too narrow.

Sometimes they greet people who relax in front of the house. After walking for about 200 m, and passing the road that turns. Those who do not know can get lost. Now from the point they stand it is clear the beach stretches wide. The waves were heard, the breeze started to greet them.

"Wooaah, how quiet?" Ask Syifa. "Is there no visitor at all? private beach, huh??"

"No, but not many people know the location of this beach. Because you have to get in. And the road can't be passed on four wheels, so rarely anyone comes here." Dinda.

"Oh, though good lhoh beach. Really fresh. Well, it's good that we're the only ones here."

"Citizens here no one wants to open this beach for tourism? As if it could be made an economic boost for them." Aisyah Sahut.

"You know about that too." Answer Dinda. They continued to comb the distance that was only 50m left, until they arrived. Welcomed by several shrimp fir trees embedded there. The smooth and warm white sand beaches greet their arrival.

It turned out that not only they, no matter how many people but only a few in number. Less than ten, were there too. I don't know since when.

"That's someone coming. Maybe if this beach is open for tourism, it will be rame." Cetus Lina with a glance. "Eh but Din, you really can come here right us?"

"Yes, yes, yesterday Ilham asked permission from the citizens here."

"Oh, it's good that way."

At least although this beach can be visited by anyone, but it would be nice to permit. Because this beach also belongs to the residents here, especially this is not a tourist beach, more precisely has not been made.

Fortunately, this afternoon Dinda was fit, no longer dizzy. They continued to talk, while Syifa had walked apart. Enjoying beauty. Try if not pregnant, make sure she has run and jump.

"HEY!! Pickup potoo!!" Shouted Syifa with a wave of spirit. Bringing his three friends. No matter with some people who are also there, the beach mumpung this time can be said to be quiet.

"Aluna played with me first." Said Lina, the princess just ngokguk according.

The three of them walked over to Syifa, who was already playing with the beach waves.

"Ih fa, don't play water. Your clothes will get wet." Cerocos Lina's.

"Oh no papa, wet little." Syifa replied, "Mas Reyhan! MY MAS!!" Now the husband was called by her.

Reyhan walked closer. "Photoons." Pinta Syifa's.

Reyhan nodded "Hm."

He began to lift the camera that had been clad in the neck.

While the four of them began to stand neatly, posing with various styles. There is a camera facing, there is also a photo

taken when they pose back to the camera.

After feeling satisfied, Syifa glanced at Lina Jahil. He started swinging his legs, pointing the water towards Lina. Where Ayesha and Dinda also affected.

"Heh fa! Just stop! Ih, pregnant again is still a naughty." Not to be outdone, Lina did the same. Directing the wave of water towards Syifa with his feet.

"Nih nih rasain..."

They retaliated against each other, unaware that the lower part of the game was wet.

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