Love Children Pesantren

A Waiting

09.11

"Sure to go home now? Mas how? Still hot?"

Reyhan. "Nothing is."

"Oh, yeah that's it."

They walk out. After the check-out, they immediately rushed off. Reyhan's car started to walk out of the hotel area. A few minutes later, Reyhan's phone rang. While driving, he picked up his phone. "Hello, Assalamualaikum."

"Udah pa, it's the same Reyhan."

"Yes." Yeah." The answer then thrust the phone towards Syifa.

"Who?"

"Papa."

Syifa eagerly took the phone. "Assalamualaikum..."

"Waalaikum salam. Syifa how are you? It's not papa, is it?"

"No, Syifa is good. What's the pah?"

"Kok what's up, ya papa worry about you. Where are you going hm? Don't tell me you're leaving because your house has a problem."

"Not with pa. Everything is good. Anu Syifa left it because..." He fell silent, had to find an excuse let alone this. "Aaaa oi ya pa, congratulations very soon papa want to have a grandson...!" Continue to divert the conversation.

"Huh?Who is really you? You pregnant?"

"Yes Alhamdulillah."

"When? How to say it now."

"Hamilnya has been a long time, four weeks. But it was discovered just yesterday."

"Yes Allah.... Thank God, Dad finally got a grandchild. It can be carried in a cradle, O Allah...Then it's papa's night at your house."

"By pa, please. If so, then Syifa is on the road."

"Yes, you have to take good care of your content, baby."

"definitely. Syifa hang up, pa, Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

The connection was cut off when Syifa turned off her phone. "It's mas..." He said back to the cell phone.

His eyes began to scrutinize the path they had walked. "Where are we going? The way home isn't here."

Reyhan only held back a smile hearing the question. His car continued to drive towards the road he was on. Ten minutes later, until.

They both got out of the car. "Why do we go to the beach?" Ask Syifa.

"Vacation. Because that time didn't go away." Reyhan answered making Syifa oh small. The woman immediately stepped closer to the beach. While Reyhan walked behind, silently photographing his wife with his cellphone camera.

Reyhan stopped his steps, standing beside his wife. She's looking. Staring at Syifa who was smiling looking ahead. "Old time, we didn't go together. They are busy." Syifa looked over. They look at each other. "Tomorrow, I have to go again, right?!"

Reyhan nodded. "Hm. Why?"

"Yes sad. Syifa wants it every day to see you."

"Either." Reyhan's reply was brief.

Syifa showed a lethargic face. But it was lost when he saw some of the photo spots there. "There yuk! Look, I think there's a nice photo spot." Invite Syifa who directly pulled Reyhan's hand. Take a leisurely walk to enjoy the atmosphere of the beach, with a photo once together. A gentle breeze that cools their bodies in every sweep, soft white sand, the roar of waves that roll in pursuit, chases, blue water as far as the eye can see and green trees that add to the atmosphere of tranquility on the beach. Peace.

They also ride the motorbike atv rented there, trying to enjoy every moment there. Blissfulness.

Almost two hours, but everything did not feel like it had passed that fast. They both sat in chairs that were already there. "Mas, I want ice. Buy dong."

"Why young?" Ask Reyhan.

"Can."

Reyhan stood up. Walk towards the young coconut seller who was there. "Hi..." Three minutes later a man came to Syifa.

"Hi too." Reply Syifa.

"Can you sit here?" He asked with a glance at the seat that had been in Reyhan.

"Can."

The unknown man sat down. "You alone?"

"No."

"Where's family?"

"Buy young coconut. Wh why? Wanna see?"

"No. Just ask."The answer. "How old are you?"

"Two six, two seven. That you?"

"I'm young, only two five."

Syifa mangosteen mangosteen. "You're two and six still like a college kid." Further.

"Oh yeah? You too, age two and five is like om om who has a nephew." Syifa replied lightly making the man feel his face.

"I think I look old."

"No. You don't look old, you don't look young either."

"Oh.. By the way, whose name are you?"

"Shyfa."

"Have you got a girlfriend yet?"

Syifa.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh yeah? I happen to be single, don't want to be my girlfriend?" Offer with full confidence.

"Can't!"

"Why? I ain't good looking?"

"It's not. I don't have a boyfriend, but I already have one..."

"EHM EHM..." Syifa's sentence was cut off. He looked at Reyhan who was coming. "Eh mas..." Syifa stood up to make the man also stand.

"Oh this is her brother?" Ask her. "Hi bro, Lo's beautiful sister. It's a coincidence I'm single, so gini..."

"Gue her husband." Ketus Reyhan cut off the man's talk. "You what?"

"Oh, oh Lo her husband?"

"Hm, why? He's got me, so don't macem macem!" Reyhan said in a hostile tone. Staring at the man sharply then holding Syifa's hand, pulled her away.

They were looking for an empty seat. Occupy it. Reyhan quickly thrust the young coconut he bought. "Thank you." Say Syifa by sipping water in the fruit. She smiles. "Jealous huh?? Cie...In this case I was jealous. Try to imagine if Syifa went with another guy?? How's it feel?"

Reyhan glanced at his wife.

"Definitely not a gelud? Aye right?!" Syifa. "Mas, try to come here in the afternoon. It must be more exciting, while looking at the sunset. It's delicious." Syifa again sipped her young coconut water. The two fell silent to each other. Just the sound of the waves, the wind and the people who revel.

At half-hour two after performing Dzuhur prayer in the musholla on the beach area, they both went home. Actually Reyhan still wanted to take Syifa the way, but the girl complained tired. It would be nice if he wasn't too tired. That's not good for the content.

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The next day...

"Hm. Thanks." Thanks."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Eh wait a minute, I take stock. Let it eat." Syifa quickly walked back to the dining table and returned to the living room. "Here, don't forget to eat."

"What's it all about."

"Sandwich bread, my favorite."

Reyhan nodded.

Syifa was silent again. "Do you know what day it is today?"

Reyhan smiled. She reached into her pants pocket, pulled out a bracelet and put it on Syifa's wrist. "Happy Anniversary."

Yes, today, coinciding with the second date of December, is the anniversary of their wedding.

"Mas inget?"

"How can I forget?!" Reply Reyhan. They never celebrate the anniversary of a wedding with luxury things, but every time it came Reyhan always gave her something and a smile of happiness that she wanted to give back as they used to smile happily when the wedding day arrived. He never forgot at all.

But today, on their Anniversary

the third is a great gift that cannot be forgotten. A kid. It was the most beautiful and best gift he had ever received.

"If you want to go, no longer need to find an ojek. Later Lo's personal driver will come, his name is Pak Sarif. If there is any need, maybe go to the doctor. Just ask for anther with him."

"So, did you hire a private driver?"

"No, from now on Mr. Sarif will work here as our family's personal driver. So, if there is anything to ask anter sama Pak Sarif yes. I don't want to make you soy."

Syifa smiled and then nodded.

"Thank you, sir."

"Hm. Then I go." Reyhan. He changed his position to a little crouching, rubbed Syifa's stomach and kissed her. He stood up again, his hand touching his wife's cheek.

"Healthy, baby..."

Syifa. Rarely did her husband call her dear.

Reyhan advanced Syifa's head and kissed the woman's forehead. "Mas go first, Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam. Heart, heart, spirit of work."

Reyhan nodded.

He turned around and walked out. From the direction of the door, Syifa could only wave her hand as the car began to slowly walk out.

One thing he was afraid of, an accident. Yes, that's it. So agitated she had to let her husband go to work. Only prayer can be given, salvation. A pilot, it looks great. Have a large salary, but also have to dare to bear a big risk as well. O Allah, give him strength, eliminate all fatigue, rid him of every sweat, give him protection every second. Hopefully he can return home with all his safety without any injuries. Aamiins. Inner Syifa, giving prayers from the bottom of her heart. Cepet go home again, Syifa will always wait. For our children, don't worry. Syifa will take good care of you.

...There is a heart waiting for you to come home,...

...There is a heart waiting for you to come back,...

...There is an empty heart every time you go...

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3 December

Semarang, central Java

16.20

In the backyard of the pesantren, seen Dinda who was giving direction to seven santriwati in archery excursion this afternoon. "His hand was in straight line, his eyes focused to that midpoint. Well, his hands don't move let ga dart his arrow. Just focus, if you're shooting right away." He said giving directions while giving examples. Dinda raised her arrow bow, her eyes starting to focus on the target. For a few seconds, the arrow he taped and precisely hit the small circle in the middle.

"That's it, now you try." Some of the others followed right away.

He approached one of the children. "The position of his hand is in fact, his head is straight. Well..." His speech allowed.

"Assalamualaikum mbak Dinda." A manager came.

"Waalaikum salam."

"Bak, called Abah. He said in front of a guest who wants to talk to you."

Dinda nodded. "Yes. You please watch them, teach them the real way too, let them be cool." Dinda. Ma'am this manager is called mbak Hasna, he has lived long enough in the pesantren. After graduating High School, Msbak Hasna prefers to continue her hyacinth until really memorize the Quran. After the mission is over, he will go to college. Ms. Hasna is also used to archery. This archery excrement has been added to the Al Hidayah boarding school since two years ago. Along with equestrian excrement for those interested.

Dinda walked into the house through the back door. He immediately stepped towards the living room. "Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam." Abah and a man answered.

He sits beside me. See that guy for a glimpse. He was Rizal, a friend of Dinda's campus at that time.

"You guys talk first, Abah wants to go to mushola."

"Yes abi." Answer Dinda.

Abah standing. "Assynogaic"

"Waalaikum salam." After Abah came out, now in the living room only the two of them remained. "What's zal? How did you come here?!"

"Yes, there's something I have to ask you. Oh, how are you doing now?"

"Alhamdulillah good. How're you?"

"Yes the same. Thank God everything is healthy." Answer Rizal. "Din," He took a deep breath. "I came here because I wanted to ask you something. Honestly, I used to love you, but I didn't dare to talk. Today, I want to be serious because I know you're not the kind of woman you want to date."

Dinda gulped her saliva. Hearing that sentence, he could already guess what his friend wanted.

"Do you want me to lammar?"

Dinda lowered her head. She's speechless. "I salute you for coming for good intentions." He took a long. Did he have to give the same answer this time?!

"But I'm sorry zal, I can't." Answer with weight.

Rizal smiled, but certainly not a happy smile but disappointed. "Why? Is there someone else you're waiting for?"

Hearing that question Dinda nodded small.

There was actually a sense of tightness when dinda nodded her ass, but she should be able to understand this. Rizal re-routed the conversation. Things about pesantren and college first.

"Yes Din, I'm saying yes."

"Yes. Thanks for coming here."

Rizal nodded.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam." Answer Dinda. He stood up and walked to the front door. Looking at Rizal who was walking further and further towards the gate.

"Oh my God, how much longer do we have to wait?" Ask dinda. Not only Rizal, before many who came also asked if they would apply? Am I lamar? But there was one answer he gave, No. Just to wait for someone who once promised to come here.

Then where is he now? There's absolutely no news. Never mind knowing the news, just have the number no. O Allah, how many more men should he reject for the sake of one name. Does he remember or has he forgotten his promise?

But Dinda always remembered Abah. Don't ever worry about it all. Everyone has arranged, believing in God. If there is time, he will come. Never worry or be afraid of anything that will come to you. Believe me, God always arranged according to the portion. It never changed.

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وَمِنْ كُلِّ شَيْءٍ خَلَقْنَا زَوْجَيْنِ لَعَلَّكُمْ تَذَكَّرُوْنَ

And all things We created in pairs that you may remember (the greatness of God).

(Q. S. Az Zariyat: 49)

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