Love Children Pesantren

New Beginning

8 Years later...

A girl wearing navy clothes and long matching pashmina hijab was sitting in the airport seat. With two suitcases standing in front of him and a sling bag lying on his right side. On his lap, he was scribbling a piece of writing in a pink diary.

Step by step, day by day

On the waves we walk, we,

Over the storm we ran,

Because survival is no longer an option,

But a must.

He closed the book when the announcement of the plane's departure was heard. He quickly put his book in a sling bag, and carried two suitcases in his right and left hands.

••••••

20.08

Soekarno - Hatta Airport, Jakarta.

By walking slowly while dragging his two suitcases, the girl who is now 26 years old swept his eyes across the airport area. Very crowded. He began to walk in search of the mushola that was there to perform the prayer. Arriving at the mosque, he immediately walked to take ablution and pray. To get rid of all the tiredness today. A flight that takes 9.5 hours is very tiring. Prayer, however, must remain in priority. Apart from being tired.

The face that was still wet with the water of ablution, solemnly' began to read Al Fatihah, short verses and other prayer readings while paying attention to the letters and short length. Finished, he continued by reciting and praying. Saying gratitude for what God has given him.

When she finished, the girl folded her face and put it back in her bag. He began to walk out and sit next to the suitcase that he lived in front of the mosque. After picking up the phone in his bag he then re-activated his phone. Moments after the phone is back on, the phone's ringtone sounds slow. He immediately picked up his phone.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum..."

"Waalaikum salam. Have you reached the airport?"

"It's lek sir."

"Where are you now?"

"In the mosque near the airport."

"Oh yes. You wait there yeah. Assalamualaikum"

"Greetings waalaikum"

Connection interrupted.

The girl was silent. His fingers began to search for the name in his contacts. Then squeeze and read all the existing chat from the beginning. Not many. Just some messages. But slowly, able to make her smile by staring at the old screen of her phone. Longing again shackled in his heart. Somehow how is he doing now? Where is he? Is it okay? For sure he is always in his story to God, the story will be longing who wants to meet soon. His smile grew wider as his mind floated in those days.

"SAAIAH..!!"

Himself surprised. His gaze began to divert forward, seeing his uncle who was walking quickly towards him.

Aisha smiled and stood up. He walked closer. "Sir lek..!" Call him by shaking the hand of the 35-year-old. He was his general younger brother, and the third child of his grandmother. Mahram is still in his law. And it just so happens that his uncle lives in Jakarta.

"Well..is this you??" His question made Aisyah nod. "Oh my God, you are so beautiful now." His words made Aisyah laugh.

"Eh but lek sir, what's so cute?"

"So, sir, your phone is out there. Mr. Lek will not make you wait later, later even more tired, yes already, straight home yes."

"Yes"

His uncle immediately took out both of Aisyah's suitcases that were not far from his reach. "This is so you don't bring it."

"Relope..." Take it by stepping away from the mushola. Walk in front, showing where his car is parked.

"Go in the shah..." His word.

"Yes" answered Aisha and opened the car door and entered it. Meanwhile his uncle put Aisyah's suitcase in the trunk of the car.

Aisyah gave a long sigh by closing her eyes. Feeling every tiredness that entered his body. His back is in the car seat. Finding the most comfortable sitting position for him.

Slowly, the sound of the car was heard making Aisyah open her eyes. The car started to run slowly. "Udah gede ya nduk you now. When I last saw you, you were still a girl."

Aisyah smiled. "Yes lek sir. Time goes by fast, huh..."

"You're great, you're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're a pinter. Lucky you can get a school scholarship in Madinah. S2 anyway."

"Thank God, this is all because of God's permission, right?! The support and prayers of all, that too is certain. Aisyah may not be what it is without the people around Aisyah."

His uncle nodded steadily. "Ah, then my son does not love the name Aisyah also times yes. Let's be rich."

Aisha advanced her body. "Are you born??" Ask Aisyah.

"Yes. But not yet given the name. Confused not to give me what name."

"Now in the hospital?"

"Home on. Bu Lekmu's people thank God his birth did not use the operation event really."

"Alhamdulillah if that is so. When was lek born?"

"One day ago. What day is it? Yesterday was the day....Thursday, well Wednesday. Uh what is it??"

"Sir lek forgets the same as the birth of his own child?" Ask Aisyah.

"Ah not forgotten, but not inget. Time You forgot. Yes, it's not." His eagle. "Emmm.eh really nduk, his birthday. Yes, you rest aja gih, later if you have not told me."

"Yes." Yeah."

•••••

They both came down when they arrived. Aisyah stood waiting for her uncle who was busy removing the suitcase from the trunk of the car. "Here Aisyah help lek sir."

"Wh what do you want? Ndak. Let me just. You go in. Rest,,,"

"Not a papa?"

Aisyah nodded. "Yes, that's it." Aisyah said by walking back and forth towards the house.

Tok tok...

"Assynogaic"

He knocked on the door, making his uncle shake his head.

"Oh, at home om e own koke ketok door all." Mumbled. "DORIS...Just open it and nduk ga papa."

Aisyah. I wanted to open it but it still felt rude. "Greetings waalaikum..." The sound of the door opening made Aisyah distract him.

"this is Ayesha??"

Aisyah smiled widely.

"Mom lek..." Call him and kiss his aunt's hand.

"O Allah is beautiful to you...." His aunt squealed softly and hugged the girl in front of him. "Now you are also very tall..."

"When the last time I saw you, your aunt was still your aunt..."

"The name is also already big, yes it will certainly be modot" Timpal his uncle by walking past them.

"Oh, sit down. We're talking."

"DO NOT TALK TO MA...AISHAH WAS TIRED OF IT, GOTTA REST!" His uncle again.

"Oh yeah, you must be tired. What do you want to make Mom drink? Anget tea would you?" It was a bargain, but Aisyah shook her head.

"No need to be lek. Aisyah just wants to see her baby grandpa, okay?"

"Oh yes, why not? Come on, come on, let's show you the room..." His aunt answered by walking towards the room where her little boy was sleeping. "Well this..." His words are soft.

Aisyah smiled. "That's very pretty, God's Masyaa..."

"Yes dong, who was his mother??"

"Who's name is Miss Lek?"

"Ah haven't been given the same name, sir lek mu..."

"Mmmm, Miss Lek was born in the hospital?"

"No, his birth in Bu ayu midwife who Deket same here it. Thank God his birth was directly brojol euy,,," he replied with a happy smile.

"Alhamdulillah..."

"Why are you here, shah?" Ask your uncle when he comes to the room. "Aren't you taking a break?"

"Before a minute, look at the baby's grandpa first, Mr. Lek..."

"Oh yes, yes..."

"Mas, what's our son's name?" Ask aunt.

"We call Aisha how hm?"

"Lhah, means the same as this Ayesha..." Said his aunt glancing at Aisyah.

"That's it, so our son can succeed like my nephew. Yes to??"

"But her mother wanted her name to be Fatimah."

"Fatimah or fatia?" Ask uncle.

"Fatimah is all."

"Fatimah or Farida?"

"Fatimah!!" His aunt replied.

"Fatimah or fariha?"

"Fatimah! That was the tree!"

Aisyah was only speechless seeing the trivial debate between the two. "Oh mama, if his name is Fatimah called what? Is that it? Kan. If called fatim, fear fit big later so judes him. Like that shopkeeper next door, his name is fatim but judes!"

"Yes call him whatever, the important thing is that his name is Fatimah."

His uncle sighed slowly. "Yes, I'm not looking for a good long name."

"Well, you have to give up!"

"Hm, is it the mas that every day must give up." Her speech. "Aisha, you rest. Let's not take it to your room..."

Aisyah nodded. "Yes..."

The two of them walked out of the room. His uncle walked in front, while Aisyah was behind him. "This is your room for a while...I'm lek netiin, you stay asleep."

Aisyah smiled. "Thank you, lek..."

"Yes the same. Rest, sleep well. Mr. Lek wants to go to the room first.."

"Yes"

After Aisyah agreed, her uncle just walked away. Aisyah walked into the room and closed the door. He looked at every corner of the room. Pretty broad. He began to step towards the window. Uncover the big curtains that cover it. His eyeballs began to point upwards, staring at the vast expanse of sky. There are no clouds tonight. The moon shines brightly, and the stars are studded beautifully in the night sky. Seulum a smile began to be painted on his face.

For those of you who are far away, it turns out this wait is so long. Even in a short meeting we are not able to. I often ask, where are you? Is it okay? In my prayers, your name is always mentioned. I complain of all the longing that is getting shackled. Hope that we can meet, if necessary unite. Since I can't forget you at all, I really love you. No, this is really love. Not only***** passed by only.

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