Love In Pesantren's

Pesantren in love

Tonight, as usual I put Mima to bed. While A Zam still has not returned from the mosque, he said that there was a meeting with DKM.

While waiting for A Zam, I was fiddling with social media. Only limited to interludes, unlike our author whose work plays hihi peace thor.

Uh try to see this notif from earlier tringtrong-tringtong, fuih feel important people dong I kkkk.

I open one by one whatsapp story, suddenly something caught my attention.

The number I haven't named yet but I've saved it, yes Farrel's number.

Eh he uploaded a photo, I kepo doong keep me open.

A little surprised, I saw in the photo Farrel with a long-haired woman sitting with her legs together, the woman's head propped up on Farrel's shoulders, aiihhh they were playing the drama again yes.

Wait for.

That's not Sofia?

Continues to?

How is that semesra? They're not muhrim, are they?

The question I don't know who I'm asking can't stop coming out of my mouth is a slow murmur.

Afraid that Mima would wake up, I went out of the room.

I put myself in this dining table chair.

Trying to contact someone.

No, Sofia didn't pick up the phone.

Duh ko I became worried like this.

Soon A Zam returned from the mosque.

"Assalamot."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Long meeting A."

I drove A Zam into the living room.

A Zam looks grimacing.

"Why sii?"

Wonder me though.

Instead of advertising toothpaste, the teeth are white and neat.

"Here dong sits down to make it nice to talk."

He patted his hand on the chair next to him.

Ok I am sorry.

"Mima, has he slept for a long time?"

A Zam asked for a moment after I sat down beside him.

"Lumayanlah, what's the matter in the mosque?"

I looked at the face of A Zam who came back grimacing.

Getting curious.

"Talk about Ramadan activities."

"Continue?"

"Every morning there is a dawn lecture for school children. I'm the missionary."

His hand I saw rubbing his nape, I knew he objected but dared not argue.

I know you're outside in A.

"Any objection?"

A Zam smiled faintly.

"No objection, just feel not enough science."

I felt it A.

"Why did you lose before the war?"

A Zam just smiled.

I held his hand.

"It can be."

Even seeing me.

"Thank you neng. Inshaalloh."

The hands cannot be put on Aa.

"That's it, it's handsome."

Uh what am I talking about?

"So now I'm pretty."

Isshhh is geer.

"A, Sofia's okay, right?"

Slowly A Zam's smile faded.

"Hopefully."

The answer is not so convincing.

"Poor Sofiaa Aa."

Maybe my tone is a bit far-fetched.

"Neng, let Sofia with her life we have no right to interfere. What's really afraid of, anyway?"

Ck.

"Sofia my best friend A, I feel like she's in trouble now. I saw a picture of Farrel as a woman and it wasn't Sofia A."

"Hey hey I know you guys are best friends, but not by meddling either."

Ah, tired of talking to Aa.

"Neng, we should always be prejudiced. Allaah forbid us a lot of prejudice because actually some prejudice is sin."

Yes Mr. Ustadz.

Gini if you have a husband Ustadz.

Many arguments about prejudice one of them in the letter Al-Hujurat verse 12 yes.

"Kangen najai huh?"

Senyumin deeh to be approved.

"Can."

Horeee wants to feel like I'm prancing around.

"It's a smile, don't be mute."

Hhh what did he say?

"Neng, why is it that every day I'm made to gnarly the same?"

I glanced sharply at him.

"What the hell?"

Trying to hide a smile.

"Truly, the more beautiful the day, the more make me reverberate the more I love."

Aihhhh started, this is not good for my heart health better I immediately run away.

I haven't had a chance to stand aloud A Zam pulled me in his arms.

"Thank you for sticking with me."

Whispers that make my whole body goosebumps. He kissed my head ah if this is how I lose.

"Udah ah later Mima wakes up, I'm going to the room."

"What's? Neng wants to continue in the room that means?"

Aisshh I pushed him uh.

Uh what the fuck is laughing basic.

"Don't be shy that dong I'm getting jolly."

I'll run away, I'll kill.

A Zam even more laughing accompanied my steps into the room.

My body is getting hot cold.

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The next day at Pesantren, there happened to be a morning study for the santri that was arguably the final stage and most of them were my generation.

This is my chance to participate in the study, although this time I brought a baby hihi.

Fortunately Mima is not fussy her son, even I am also a henchman following the study this time.

If I always carry a note when I have this study. Now I'm just listening and recording it in my brain.

Fortunately Mama and Bi Haji were very open to me they always invited me here to this Pesantren. A place where I find a lot of love.

Yes Pesantren in love and Love in Pesantren.

Love is here, it is for me.

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"Hulli, have you ever called Sofia?"

Shortly after the study was over, I was still chatting with Hulliyah in this Madrasah room.

"Not yet, uh how about if we video callan same Sofia continue Siti same Rista as well."

"Can, can."

I'm enthusiastic.

And the connection is connected.

"Assalamualaik."

The five of us said hello and laughed.

"Who's gonna answer if everything's assalamualaikum?"

Chirps Rista the newlyweds.

"Kangen kaliaan."

Hulli who was with me was embracing me, maybe if the situation met in person, then we would embrace each other.

"I am also."

Rista, Siti, and Sofia simultaneously replied.

The conversation continued, since I was focused on the figure of Sofia who looks unsettled. Even though he was chatting but I saw his eyes could not be silent as if he was watching something and right before long his face looked pale.

"Friends, I close the connection first. Assalamualaikum."

Then Sofia's connection was cut off.

What's wrong with you, Sof?

"Sit, is your home deket not the same Sofia?"

I asked Siti.

"It's not far enough, why?"

City curious.

"Ah not only nanya."

Then we talked back to the nostalgic stuff that made me miss.

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I've been in Pesantren for a long time indeed, let me. Not every day, hihi.

At about two o'clock A Zam picked me up.

"Well, if you don't get picked up, you won't go home."

Is this insinuation or what?

"Sorry A."

A Zam looks gnarled.

"Mima ain't no fuss?"

A Zam rubbed Mima's cheeks full of affection.

I'm also whirling which means Mima ain't no fuss Aa.