Love In Pesantren's

Mother of my children

A week has now passed from the incident of meeting with Beni. Hulliyah had started to organize his heart even though he had returned to being quiet as before. Hulliyah began to re-learn in Pesantren, mingling with other santriwati. Hulliyah spent her nights teaching after the day until almost midnight.

Later in the day Hulliyah taught the children of Kindergarten and filled other Pesantren activities.

The intensity of meeting Haqi was not as much as imagined. Haqi was very busy with his work, even if there was time to review the preparation for the construction of a borehole the time was very limited. So that Haqi did not have enough time to just chat with his wife.

Even to reply to messages via their mobile phones can not do. Yes, the reason is because for a week full of mobile phones santri always seized by Mama Haji. Including Hulliyah's cell phone, Haqi had to be patient and suppress his longing that was getting more and more mountainous.

During this week they have only met once even just looking from afar.

Hmm .. feel not husband and wife if this is hihi.

Haqi was anxious to immediately formalize his marriage but what power his circumstances had not allowed.

Haqi also planned that after the project he was working on was completed, Haqi would immediately return to Palembang and prepare all for his good intentions to Hulliyah.

Haqi had to be patient for a few more months, just a few months.

The Spirit of Babang Haqi!

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Tonight at the Pesantren, the cold air slumped in through the pore gap. The deep clear sky was decorated with a stretch of stars that seemed to hang. The king of the night, the moon slightly appeared to resemble the arch of a smile.

Hulliyah had just finished studying the yellow book together with other santri.

Now Hulliyah was staring at the sky and admiring its beauty.

"Hayyo loh .. daydreaming!"

Suddenly the sound of Neli a little make Hulliyah gasp made.

"Ngagetin knows not" said Hulliyah.

Neli sat down right next to Hulliyah, they were sitting right in front of their cobong. Stool of wood to support the weight of both of them.

"Night, don't daydream!" ledek Nel.

"Not daydreaming, don't bother! I see the sky tonight is so beautiful."

Hulliyah did not turn his gaze away from the sky.

"Yes, the sky is clear. Eh Li, before you came here, child Goddess Tk B was sick."

"Well, how did you just tell me? The Goddess hasn't come in yet, has she?" ask Hulliyah.

"He's still sick like, uh pity that kid. You shadow Li, how the child is not sick the condition of the house is dirty so."

Hulliyah quickly swerved towards Neli, before Neli continued his words.

"Why did you see that so much?" Neli was confused to see the look on Hulliyah's face.

"You if you go into someone's house don't do that. Go into the house of a blind man and come out of the house of a mute man. Meaning what? It means that you enter the house of people do not look at things that are not important, keep fitting you out of the house be quiet and mute with what you see from the inside. Never tell anyone about the state of the house."

Hulliyah watched Neli who looked regretful.

"The point is Nel, we can not expose the disgrace of others. Make your disgrace slogan none of my business, as a guideline. So we can not indulge the disgrace of fellow Muslims."

Neli was silent permeating Hulliyah's words while nodding.

"Not again hehe" he said.

They continued the conversation until midnight and ended it when the body asked to rest.

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The next day Hulliyah got permission to go to Nimas' house. Indeed, during the Hulliyah back to Pesantren, he had not had time to visit Nimas because of the busyness in Pesantren.

Hulliyah knocked on the door and said his greetings first.

After being invited in, Hulliyah entered the house. Hulliyah found Zamima and her baby sister asleep in the middle of the house.

Hulliyah looked at Nimas who looked exhausted, pale face and blackened eye bags as a sign.

"You sick Nim?"

Hulliyah was worried, then approached the friend who was sitting in the chair.

"No, I'm not sick" Nimas replied with a smile in his words.

"But this is why you're so ugly?" ceplos Hulliya.

Nimas took the mirror on the table.

"Your face is very pale." timpal Hulliyah was a little amused by Nimas' panic.

"Well, Li, look at my eyes, what a great item. Ih I shabby like this pantesan A Zam this morning hastily left. Maybe I'm disgusted by Li."

Suddenly Hulliyah was amused by Nimas' statement and let out a little of his laughter.

"You're even laughing!"

Nimas was upset with Hulliyah's behavior.

"I'm like this because every night Li stays up, she weighs in having two little kids. It's really good to taste."

Hulliyah looked at Nimas and grinned.

"But you also have to look beautiful loh Nim. Fear Ustadz Zam bosen hihi," ledek Hulliyah.

Nimas is getting worse not accepting.

"So if A Zam is like that, I'll mock him. I'm like this because of his son."

Hulliyah giggled amusedly at the expression of her successful best friend she was teased.

"You laugh now, one day you will also lose the weight of being a mother. But it's also delicious, because it won't happen again one day if they're big."

Nimas' gaze was fixed on his two sleeping daughters, the novelty suddenly burst forth there.

"Oh yes Li, how are you?" ask Nimas suddenly.

Hulliyah smiled and laughed in an uncertain direction.

"I'm good ...."

Before his words were finished someone suddenly entered and gave his greetings.

Ustadz Zamzam.

"Eh there's Hulli, what a coincidence outside, there's Haqi!" said Ustadz Zam who just entered it.

Hulliyah was so excited and immediately came out of the house to meet the husband.

A little while later Hulliyah went back in to say goodbye to Nimas, because Haqi took her for a short walk.

After the death of Hulliyah and Haqi Nimas was still silent in its original place. Nimas crossed his chest watching her husband who was busy kissing their two daughters who were still asleep.

After kissing his son, the Ustadz turned towards Nimas. The unfriendly look of the wife made him rise up and approach her.

"Neng why? How come you see it so much?"

The Ustadz sat next to Nimas and rolled up the sleeves of the shirt he was wearing.

"Aa bosen is like me?"

One sentence from the mouth of Nimas was able to make the Ustadz turn his head.

"Neng said what?"

Ustadz Zamzam smiled, but before long the smile receded from seeing the look on Nimas' serious face.

"Javab!" Nimas ketus's.

"Hey .. where might I be bored." Ustadz Zamzam noticed every inch of his wife's sulking face.

"Once again, I'm ugly."

Nimas turned his gaze away so as not to meet the gaze of her husband.

"Who said neng is ugly? Instead I see the more radiant neng plus the soul of your motherhood that emanated clearly."

The Ustadz cupped his wife's face and looked at her.

"I love you not because of your looks but because of your morals." The Ustadz kissed his wife's forehead briefly and then carried Nimas' body in his arms.

"Thank you for being my wife and the mother of my children."

Aih is like a song.