Love In Pesantren's

finally talk

Hulliyah was with me until the afternoon, helping to talk Mima, bathe her, even feed Mima. It's kind of weird actually, ah I don't get dizzy. It was quite helpful with Hulli, for me he was more than a friend of his mature attitude sometimes makes me feel like I have an older sister.

Uh but Hulli is younger than me, why is he that mature?

A little worried too, Hulli had left the Pesantren for a long time. Fear Hulli punished with Mama Haji. Therefore I forced him to return to the Pesantren, even with a word war debate first. Eventually Hulli returned to Pesantren.

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After Hulli left, A Zam came home.

Uh love my husband must be tired, luckily Khalila is asleep so I can just get her some water to drink.

A tired stroke was clearly caught on A Zam's face, he was sitting himself on the dining table chair.

"So Mima same Lila ngamuk A."

May I complain.

A Zam picked up the glass I had placed on the dining table, drank the water little by little before finally looking at me who was feeding Mima beside him.

"Tumbenan mosquito? Why?"

A Zam took Mima and sat Mima on his lap.

"Ask Mima! Hayyo loh Mima talk to Daddy, come on!" I said in a made-up tone.

Zamima just smiled without responding to our question.

Joking around at the dinner table is a joy to me. As if it became a medicine after a complicated day taking care of two girls.

As long as my husband and children are happy, I am happy.

Thanks God.

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The next day I decided to play for Pesantren. After several times Bi Haji always urged us to visit, I finally approved it.

I drove down the hotmix by pushing a tricycle that Mima was riding. Don't ask Lila! Of course I carried it with cloth.

Ah I look pathetic no hell?

More than that, the neighbor I passed by was like a whisper. Ah, it sucks.

I accelerated steps to avoid heart disease, hate, annoyed with his friends.

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Walking risks self-esteem, darting away irritations. I finally arrived at the gate of Pesantren.

Ah my goodness I always miss this place, even though the distance of the house here is close but I have not been to Pesantren for a long time. I'm too busy with my little family, I'm more at home I rarely set foot more than five steps from home.

Even though it's daytime, I sayup-sayup I hear the santri are memorizing the book jurumiyah.

The greater my longing to remember the past, the more time cannot be repeated.

I continued to break through some of the students who passed by, occasionally someone said hello I continued walking. Seen in front there Bi Haji was talking with santriwati on the terrace of the madrasah.

Smile on Bi Haji's lips when I see me.

"Assalamualaik."

After taking Mima off her bike, I saluted Bi Haji and approached her.

"Waalaikumsalam, uh grandkids."

As usual, Mima ran to embrace Bi Haji. Ih that child, similar to who I feel mah kalem hihi.

Bi Haji invited me to his house, incidentally Mama Haji was going to Sumedang to attend the wedding of one of the students so we were free to chat ala women.

Mima played outside with the students, while Lila slept on Bi Haji's fur rug.

Me?

Seriously am I?

Yes of course I sat in the chair with Bi Haji. We chatted in no direction, it's a pleasure for me.

I regret not from yesterday playing here.

"Eh yes Nim, Ibi had met Ustadz Zam in the market. Is your husband taking care of the parlour now?"

Bi Haji's question bothered me a little.

A Zam never said to meet with Bi Haji deh.

"It just so happens that the Orphanage Foundation is one neighborhood with a mosque founded by A Zam Bi."

"Oh yeah, the owner is Hannah? When we met at the market, Hannah was there too."

Bi Haji's words jolted me a little but I tried to cover it up.

A Zam didn't say go with Hannah? Ah, try it later I ask.

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Satisfied talking to Bi Haji, I decided to go out looking for Mima. I left Lila still asleep.

"Mima was taken by Hulliyah to his kobong" said santri who was with Mima.

I followed Mima to the Hulliyah Kobong. Upon arrival there I found Mima who was scribbling paper on Hulli's mattress.

Hulliyah was seen reading a book beside her.

"*Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, enter Nim!" hulliyah.

"Mother...."

Mima's voice shrieked when she saw me.

"I'm sorry I kidnapped Mima not to say." said Hulliyah.

I thawed in annoyance then gave a piercing look.

"Don't repeat ah!"

Dih, Hulliyah further widened her grin.

Finally we sat in front of the cowboy, after Mima whined to get out.

Mima continued his playing activities not far from me and Hulli.

"Nimas, can I find something?"

Hulliyah was strange, suddenly his face was so serious.

"What the?"

"You're with Ustadz Zam...eh I mean is Ustsdz Zam busy lately?"

I turned towards Hulli, eh how come his face got more serious?

What's the matter?

"Why is it all of a sudden?"

"Ah en-no..just want to know."

Eh, why is Hulliyah nervous?

"Oh I know, you're asking A Zam's schedule to know Haqi's schedule?"

It must be like that. Haha very innocent you Li.

Turns out Hulliyah nodded quickly, uh I expected.

"A Zam's schedule is still as usual for Li, only if Friday is a bit busy for him. Friday A Zam likes to go to the house."

"Why don't you go to the orphanage?"

I frowned at Hulliyah's question, until then I felt amused and laughed.

"I really am Nimas! You must take care of your husband so as not to get close to other women!"

Huh huh?

As I was silent, I stared once more at Hulliyah's face full of seriousness there.

"You mean?"

Hulliyah looked wrong and bit her lips.

"Emm..anu.actually while in the Forum, I met Ustadz Zam going with Hannah. Continue to market Neli meet Ustadz Zam with Hannah."

I was stunned, I don't know what I should be like.

"You can't just be busy at home! Let your husband be comfortable with others, act before it's too late Nim!"

Hulliyah's words just now were so striking, I was slapped, my heart as if pierced.

Will A Zam be comfortable with other women?

When you remember since Khalila was born, A Zam is indeed more busy outside the house. Sometimes we meet at night.

I see his tired face more often than his radiant face.

What possible?