Love Children Pesantren

Seventeen

"You buy a lot of stock" muttered Syifa by holding the snack in front of him and put it in the basket. No matter how many snacks he had put in the basket, the most important thing is that he woke up in the middle of the night because he was hungry he would not have trouble finding food here and there.

"How many fa?" Ask Aisyah who saw Syifa buying a whole basket of snacks.

"Make stock for the next few days" Syifa replied lightly.

Once satisfied, Syifa immediately took him to the cashier and made the payment.

Because today is Sunday, so the students are allowed to travel out of the boarding school if there is a need, and the maximum exit limit of one hour. More than an hour will be fined or punished. Not wanting to waste time, the two went straight home to the boarding school.

After arriving and entering the room Syifa immediately lay her body on the mattress just like that by taking a cell phone just see chat or go to instagaram to expel her boredom.

Syifa squinted her eyes when she saw a message Reyhan had sent her. "Tumben brother Reyhan give me a message. Usually I used to chat" he murmured astonished. Syifa woke up her body, then observed the message that Reyhan sent both well.

Reyhan's Sister: Formulas Physics. Weight + Style +

Distances.

"The physical formula of the distance force weight?" Shifa read it. "Fusally?"

"Dad!!" Call Syifa.

"Hm?!"

"I want to ask you this"

Aisha walked towards Syifa. "What?"

"What's the max? I don't understand" Syifa said by thrusting her phone.

Aisha was silent."Here's the answer I sent to Reyhan's brother?" Ask her.

"Yes. Send aja"

Aisyah directly typed her finger on the keyboard against the background of Syifa's cute cat. "Udah" Aisyah again thrust the phone at Syifa.

"This is weight, well that we often use as a unit of weight is kilogaram. Continues to this style, so it means newton and is often denoted using the letter N large. Keep this distance, usually the unit of distance that is often used is kilometers" explained Aisyah.

Syifa mangosteen mangosteen. But he thought it was not the real answer, there was another intent behind this question.

"Assalamualaikum" said Lina and Dinda who had just entered.

"Greetings waalaikum"

"Where's lin?" ask Syifa.

"Dong street"

"So I didn't want to"

"Yes, but it was fitting Lo go I was invited Dinda to nemenin him. Yes, all the same muters muter bentar mumpung can come out" explained Lina.

"hmeh, the mau is just invited by dinda doang"

"Belvin. Lo too, in his opinion just the same Aisyah doang. Wlek" Lina poked her tongue towards the syifa, making the syifa feel annoyed with Lina.

Syifa returned to focus on staring at the screen of her phone. Looking at the answer that Aisyah had sent.

Syifa A : Kg + N + Km

"How the hell did Reyhan send a message like gini?" Syifa Gumam. "Misrongly send yes time"

"What Concerned?" Tanya Lina who arrived was already sitting beside Syifa.

"This?!" Syifa thrust her phone, revealing a message that became her question.

Lina narrowed her eyes. After some time understanding, he only understood what he meant, making the girl as comfortable as an unclear smile.

"Why smile like that?" Ask Syifa.

"Lo don't understand what Reyhan's max is?"

Syifa shook innocently.

"He's...." Lina hung up her sentence.

"He why?"

"He, brother Reyhan..."

Syifa. "Why is Reyhan's sister?"

"Sir Reyhan is kangen lo Syifa..." Lina's reply made Syifa stupefied.

"Kangen?"

"Yes"

"I can't"

"Nih yeah. This is his writing kg+N+km well this is his kg in the same join N. So kgN km. Well kgN km it stands for your kangen."

Syifa was still silent digesting the explanation from Lina. "So kgN km that means kangen you"

Lina nodded. "Yes. But in short so kgN km. Understand right?" Lina said again. Syifa nodded. "That's all just about Lo" he continued.

Lina's smile grew wider when she saw Syifa who suddenly blushed in embarrassment. "Groove, her cheeks are like crab stewed ni ye" Goda Lina.

"That Lin"

"Emang yes if the style of the pinter guy is different. Must use the formula first. Not like the other one. It's just bullshit, playboy, where the dreadlocks are crisp again." Lina.

"Who is Lin?" Ask Syifa.

"Whoever" replied Lina Ngawur.

•••••

On Sunday afternoon, the students took part in additional activities in the pesantren. Such as Quran recitations, calligraphy, Arabic courses, tambourine exercises or Turkish exercises, because every year there are one or two students who will be asked for scholarships to continue their education to Turkey. It must also carry out other strict selection that must be done.

For tilawah held in mushola, santri men and women in separate like during prayer. And for teachers who teach, they will come every Sunday afternoon to the boarding school because their house is quite close to the boarding school. Who teaches tilawah for santriwati is Bu Zahra or commonly called by santriwati with ustadzah Zahra, while the instructor of santriwan tilawah is Ustadz Irwan.

"As the ustadzah said yesterday the tone in the tilawah was divided into seven. Who remembers?" Ask ustadzah Zahra.

One of the women raised her hand. "Infant, hejaz"

"Yes. Does anyone remember anymore?"

"Sika" replied the other.

"Again. Who remembers?!" Ask ustadzah.

Dinda raised her hand."Shoba, nihawand, rast and jiharka"

"Yes right. So the tone of the tilawah there are seven namely bayati, Shoba, Hijaz, nihawand, rast, sika and jiharka. Well for this time we will try to learn to use the tone of the Hijaz." Ustadzah. "Open surah al isra juz early 15. It starts with taawudz first..."

Slowly Ustadzah zahra taught the santriwati to read the Qur'an in Hejaz tones, making everything focus on the new lessons they would receive, except for Dinda whose attention had just been distracted by the beautiful chanting voice was no stranger to him.

No less beautiful, the sound of the Quran tilawatil he heard made the smile again engraved on Dinda's face. Her melodious voice, excellent makhraj, beautiful tone is also a cool Qur'an verse for anyone who hears her who is not complacent. "DINDA..."

Dinda fell silent with a strong gulp of her saliva. How can he read it when he hears his tone he does not know. "Let's Dinda why she's getting laid. Please read" said ustadazh Zahra.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice" replied Dinda honestly.

"What are you thinking about again? The crater must be focused, the crooked tone, the cawing, the cawing, the going up and down the tone it must be properly noticed. If something goes wrong, yes disperse all the tone" Clearly ustadzah. "Now you take ablution to be more focused"

Dinda nodded. "Yes ustadzah. Excuse me first..."

Dinda stood up and walked quickly to the place of ablution. After he finished taking ablution, Dinda immediately rushed back before many lessons today that he would miss. His steps swallowed, Dinda continued to step slowly but with her head turned to the side. From the sidelines of the mosque Dinda clarified his view. Seen some santriwan who was sitting with the front row santri who was busy reading the Qur'an slowly and with a tone that is difficult Dinda to understand. Maybe Zahra's ustadzah hasn't taught him about the tone.

The same voice, yes it was the same voice that Dinda heard earlier. And he was sure it was the same person. Keep moving forward, but slowly. And with a look that continues to be fixed on the male figure in his heart, Dinda continues to ask who he is?

Indeed, if God permits, he wants to meet him directly, not without any obstructions. From the bottom of his heart, Dinda wanted to know him better. He knows the people he has admired in silence.

•••••

"Just yesterday finished the exam, uh today the exam again" muttered Syifa by walking alone to school. "Praise if you can cheat or open a book is also not papa. But if the test all the material must be memorized? It didn't explode what my mind was..." Grunts again. This Monday will indeed be held in the final semester exam at school, so during the exam almost all students leave earlier than usual.

Syifa narrowed her eyes. "That's my brother Iqbal..."

Syifa fell silent with more clarity on her vision of a man walking beside Iqbal. Her clenched lips were now half open. "Ah time yes"

With no thought Syifa immediately ran up to the two who walked a few meters in front of him. Syifa tilted her head. "SISTER REYHAAANN!!" Syifa's loud throats made Reyhan and Iqbal reflexively close his ears.

"Et dah ni kak, morning already make a heart gymnastics, Dateng suddenly shouted" muttered Iqbal with a glance at Syifa who was excited.

"Oh brother Reyhan!! Brother Reyhan when Dateng, arrived here. Ih kaaak, uh Syifa seneng tau..." Syifa said with joy. Even if in a quiet place it feels like he jumped with unclear applause, but not. Here many students are passing by, gini gini Syifa still has shame.

"Lo met Reyhan senengnya already kayak keiban money a billion fa" Sahut iqbal.

"Oh brother if this is more, try if brother Reyhan Syifa sells, it will certainly sell. Syifa sold five billion or ten billion as well as someone would buy if Reyhan's brother was sold"

Reyhan glaring. "Lo want to sell me?" Ask Syifa.

"Yes, it has the right what Syifa sells sister" Syifa replied lightly. "Oh brother, brother Rey when will you come? Syifa, don't you know? Ih leave not in the tau know, go home also not in the tau.. sebel know!"

"Reyhan came to the pesantren at about nine or half ten o'clock" Iqbal replied, making Syifa a small oh.

"Eh but Rey's not tired of what? Must be tired yes.but if tired why school? School sister ain't no papa, is she?"

"Yes, I was confused too. Though yes, if Reyhan did not take the exam at all also did not papa, he would still be in love good grades with the teacher. If I am so he just mengingan sleep alone in the mattress, do not need to come" replied Iqbal.

Syifa sighed softly, then looked at Reyhan. "Sister, if Syifa asks dong. Every time Syifa asked what Iqbal replied, Syifa asked her to sister" Syifa said pouting.

"Eeeh fa, from Lo know I'm the talker of Reyhan. New in Lantik was malem." Answer iqbal. "This Reyhan is easily tired of his voice than tired of his body, eat him diem Bae from earlier" he continued.

"That's it, brother. Strange, by the way, tired easily. Syifa is not. Syifa if you keep talking there is no tired tuh!"

Syifa was silent because she remembered something. "Oh yes, brother, what about the physics formula?" Ask Syifa again to make sure what Lina says is wrong or right.

"Do you know the answer?" Ask Reyhan.

Syifa nodded. "But Lina said. So Syifa did not fully know what Lina said or ga. Eat Syifa ask sister"

Unwilling to hear what Syifa said about her physical formula yesterday, Reyhan nodded immediately. "That's the answer"

"Well, what the hell is that? You don't know Syifa's answer to what Lina told you"

"Gue knows"

Syifa frowned. "Thou? Kan Syifa did not tell her sister, how can you know that Syifa did not tell"

"Oh what don't don't this sister psychic huh?!.." Guess syifa.

Reyhan walked away with Iqbal. Make Syifa walk quickly. "So how's brother? Who said Lina Bener?"

"Hm"

"So the max is really kang.."

"Yes" replied Reyhan again cutting the syifa sentence.

•••••

The loud applause filled the silence in every corner of the school. Shouts of joy and pride that are made unpretentious of every student. There are even those who claim to be proud of the prospective husband who again got the gold medal in the mathematics olympiad in Jakarta. Yes, the girls who want to be Reyhan's girlfriend or even wife. But just halu.

While the front row is filled by 4 Pupils who stand using a medal that hangs beautifully on the neck of two students. Reyhan won the gold medal, Naira bronze and male students in the 11th grade who got the champion hope 2, while the other one has not been able to win the champion, but for his struggle deserves appreciation dong ya...

Wih, I'm proud of you baby!!

Aaa my future husband, already handsome pinter again.

Ah brother Reyhan, I'm with you

Ih sis, our child candidate is very proud if he knows his father like gini.

While Syifa who heard it could only cluck in annoyance. "HELP THE TEROOOS!!" He said in a half-screaming voice amid his claps of sounding hands. One of the students who heard it immediately glanced at Syifa's dislike.

"Why? Envy, right, Lo?" Ask Syifa.

"I'm jealous. You are if not altitude, not jatoh again" replied Syifa.

"Ga papa halu's. But what if I really follow in what order? Reyhan's brother is already in sight, so stay reach doang." Reply again. "Then Reyhan's brother was not as difficult as the Korean, who was already in the same faith and seamin, continued further away from his home. If Reyhan's brother is easy, it's pinter, multitalenta, his guanteng is also asking for forgiveness, and the important thing is I can meet him every day, it's as good as I hope. "

"The problem is, you can't? It's not that easy to lose his heart Brother Reyhan!!" Syifa.

"Ih said that you are envious, you are also the same as halu so that you can deket same brother reyhan. At best also halu lo ga obedience!"

Syifa exhaled a rough breath, she should not have to serve the girl again. After a few minutes of marching on the school field, all students are invited to enter the class as determined to carry out the exam.

"For the children!!" Miss Mila said by entering the class.

"For Mom..."

"How are you today?"

"Good Mom..."

"Good child do the test well, do not worry!" Said Ms. Mila as a supervising teacher by sharing the matter with each child.

"Peace be sure not to be noisy. Don't cheat, who is caught cheating or who cheats the mother torn the exam paper, so it can't work and don't get a score"

"Before doing, read the basmalah first" continued Bu Mila made the students simultaneously read the compact basmalah.

Instantly the atmosphere became silent, they all fell asleep on the matter given. Syifa flipped through the paper, reading about it before she did. After that, he filled in the name column as well as the exam number.

"Monday, December 16 Indonesian maple" he muttered, reading the date and maple on the paper at the top of his exam.

Syifa. "16th? Then tomorrow's 17. What happened on the 17th?" Ask yourself, feel like there's something different about the 17th, but what? He also does not remember.

"Seventeen? What yes?..." He mumbled again remembering. After a second of remembering...

"Oh yeah, I just sucked!! December 17th is it..." Syifa hung up her sentence. He smiled widely soon.

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