Love In Pesantren's

Feel loved

Pov Hulliyah

I don't know why I was so worried that Kak Haqi would go to Palembang. I couldn't think of anything else, there was a kind of fear that suddenly spread throughout the core of my body.

I could only duck, my mouth locked just to say yes. I could not prevent or allow him to leave.

Do I have the right to ban it?

While our relationship is not as beautiful as most of the other couples.

My eyes were still centered on my two interlocked hands. Until that big hand touched my hand, her warm palm grasping my finger squeezed it slowly.

That one hand brought my face to face that earthy face. No, Brother Haqi does not have a beautiful face like Shahrukh khan, nor a sweet face like Ustadz Zamzam. But his face always brought me into the comfort and quiet of the soul.

He said that his gentle attitude also made me fall in love even though at first I only considered a stranger.

"Sypa why?" tanyakanya.

I am confused as to what to answer?

I'm ready anyway?

Why do I feel I have no right to interfere in his affairs?

"No, sister, I'm just sleepy."

In my mouth, why do I even say sleepy?

Obviously I don't feel any sleepiness at all.

"here! Sleep here, I'll move on."

Brother Haqi put me to sleep in his lap, my head against his thighs.

Aish polite I didn't say this thigh?

Brother Haqi took off my hood then rubbed my head, his fingers creeping on my eyes trying to keep him closed.

I had to close my eyes with a little force from his finger.

It's comfortable.

Kak Haqi's thighs beat the king size mattress that commonly appears in CEO novels.

"Do'akan Abi, hopefully he will be healthy soon. Let me quickly return here with the group."

"Couple?"

My eyes almost opened but Brother Haqi's finger held it.

"Sypa just shut up! Assume I'm storytelling, don't answer!"

Brother Haqi placed his index finger on my lips, forcing me to nod.

"Sypa is fine here, wait for me!"

I was silent, the roar of the chest was actually already revolting to be expelled.

Is this how it feels to be loved?

Brother, I love Brother.

Only a whisper in my heart can I speak.

"Why?"

Brother Haqi's call made me realize from the daydream.

I pretended to be asleep, I didn't respond.

Until a slight shock I felt and my body floated in the air.

I'm carried.

No, I must be heavy.

Sadly, this is the first time I've been treated so sweet.

I feel my body is now in a slightly soft place, yes this is my bed.

Eh wait!

My bed is only for one person. So, where did Haqi sleep tonight?

Ah I'm not willing.

"Kak ..." I said.

"Not slept?"

I shook my head.

"So she sleeps here!"

Brother Haqi looked surprised, "but it doesn't fit."

"Make Brother!"

Eh he's smiling.

I shifted my body a little, letting him lie down on my bed.

"Sypa wake up!"

What say?

How do you dislike me?

I woke up a little upset, but then his hand pulled my hand until now my head was on his chest.

I'll tell you, his chest isn't a field. His chest is as normal as a man's most servings that fit his height.

"Stay like this!"

Command locked me.

After that we fell silent, only a heart beat was clearly heard in my ears.

Comfort is like this, the best place to lean is the husband's chest.

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I see Brother Haqi who is still closed in the quarter tonight. I went down slowly so as not to wake her up.

I went to fetch the water of ablution washing my little hadas. I have come to You, Lord.

I don't know how long I kowtowed without me noticing Kak Haqi watching me on the bed. Welcomed me with a smile.

I immediately cleaned up my worship equipment. I walked over to my husband who was still looking at me.

"Why not wake up? We can tahajud together." he said with a raucous voice that sounded syahdu in my sense of hearing.

"Sorry Brother, that was a really nice big brother."

Brother Haqi did not turn his gaze away in the slightest. Then Brother Haqi got up and sat down. One move that made my body freeze, Brother Haqi kissed my forehead.

After that, it led me back to lie down. This time my heart really jumped up and down especially when his gaze turned into the gaze of a man who looked hopeful.

"I chose you as my dzuriat reservoir."

"Bismillahi alohumma janibnasyaitona wajannibissyaitona ma rozaktana."

I say do'a intend to do this worship God alone.

By reciting the name of Allah, O Allah, keep us from the devil and keep the devil from what you have promised us.

My mind reads the meaning of that do'a.

May the do'a bring benefits and if it is destined that your dzuriat is present in my body, may God always keep it away from Satan.

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The next morning Haqi said goodbye, I let him go.

"Sypa is fine, assalamualaikum."

His back turned and away from me with this gate of Pesantren.

Come back quickly Brother.

A drop of tears uninvited fell, I immediately wiped them away. I have to get back to my routine, here I am a senior santriwati.

I was also a mudharis in the cowboy princess two stories below me.

"Alright, Hulli let's start today!" my resolve.

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For a week, Haqi and I have only exchanged messages through voice. Fortunately I was given a waiver by Bi Haji to hold my phone.

Senior santri benefits are like this, I am grateful for all these conveniences.

Today a regular study is held in Pesantren, many pilgrims come from outside the city just to attend this study.

One of them is Mbak Leni, he is an egg and onion entrepreneur from Java.

Which java? I don't know exactly, I know him because he has been to Pesantren several times and became a donor of the new kobong making last month.

Logat Jawanya thick become entertainment for me. He is also a very friendly and smiling person.

I am the quiet incidentally tertangsangsang chatty when with him.

"Dek Hulli, would it be nice to live apart from your husband?"

The question that struck me, he already knew all about me. I who have a complicated relationship like this was accidentally revealed by Neli at that time.

I smiled in response to her question.

"Ojo guy! Answer me!"

"Eh Anu Mbak Leni ...."

I was really confused as to what to answer.

Why didn't he leave so quickly?

Go home, Ma'am!

"Anu opo? You must be firm dong! Time to hang."

"I didn't hang Ma'am, anyways the rope would break if I hung it," I said a little jokingly.

"Eh even kidding you!"

"Sorry, my God!"

I smiled as I rubbed my headscarf-clad nape.

Mbak Leni's posel ring saved me from the question, He finally came home.

Ah congratulations to me.

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