Love In Pesantren's

Kindness Alarm

The night was covered in cold air that infiltrated through the pores of the vent. I deliberately waited for A Zam to come home while laying my body on this fur carpet, after accompanying Mima to sleep.

Covering myself with a blanket, a pillow piled on my head. I switched television channels several times. Ah really nothing interesting, it contains most soap operas full of drama.

Tonight this week I left A Zam to study at Pesantren. If I could come, it would be so much fun.

When it's like this, somehow the heart always greets those who are gone. I remember Sofia again and again.

Sophia ....

I sent Al-Fathihah for him as a longing cure.

Long pensive looking at the television but not watching it, I sayup I heard A Zam's voice from outside. Looks like he's chatting with the gentlemen on patrol tonight.

Czechs ....

I heard the door open, A Zam said hello. But my mouth was too weak to answer, I finally answered through my heart.

Ah why did I try?

Pretending to sleep was what I did afterwards.

"Miss? You sleeping?"

The sound of A Zam getting closer I was still pretending to be sound.

Hey Nim why are you?

A Zam stood up then entered the room, I peeked at him with one eye open.

Maybe A Zam slept with Mima inside.

Uh but, A Zam came back with a pillow and laid himself down next to me.

His breath swept across my face, ah this is amused once. I held my breath, especially when I felt her hands rub my hair, kiss my head.

I really feel loved by her. It turned out that I arrived at this phase of my life to the purpose of worship with a good priest.

I couldn't take it anymore, I finally opened my eyes. Our gaze met, her warm gaze her soothing smile greeted me.

A Zam grabbed me, provided warmth and dispelled the piercing cold tonight.

"How long in Pesantren?"

Still in his arms I spoke.

"Mama Haji wasn't feeling well, I replaced him with the talk."

I nodded at his chest, aihh chest.

"But, can Aa talk?"

Apparently my question was troubling her, A Zam took off his arms and looked at my face deeply.

"I'm still learning, baby, I'm not a perfect person. Even to be your husband sometimes I feel unworthy."

Eh?

Why so distort this business?

"Miss ...."

I looked at him while waiting for A Zam's next words.

"Keep to be where I lean as before, always remind me if I'm in the wrong, huh?"

Heh.

Just nagging to be quick.

"Neng is willing, right, so alarm my kindness?"

Benevolent alarm?

"There is a language."

Eh A Zam chuckled.

"I'm again this serious fashion, after filling out the show earlier why I feel so grateful neng."

"Can't you?"

Sneaking my dong.

"Standing on that pulpit, I felt like I saw all the flashbacks of my life. Staring at the students one by one made me realize one thing. I was in the right environment, I had people ready to rebuke or support my every move."

A Zam re-clutched me this time tighter, I rubbed his loving back. We slept together in front of the still-lit television.

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The next morning, I asked A Zam for permission to visit Mama and attend weekly lectures every Sunday.

While leading Mima I went down this path, the path that witnessed my life for several years.

At the end of the road I met four beautiful women who were also going to attend this weekly study.

They were seen waiting for me to walk, one of them even welcomed me even holding Mima.

"This must be his wife Ustadz Zamzam huh?"

One of them wearing glasses asked me.

I blushed, maybe they are part of A Zam haha ko fans I am am amused to imagine it.

"Include us, we are worshippers here. We often hear lectures from Ustadz Zam as well, a little bit we are curious about the figure of his lucky wife."

Aihh lucky he said.

"Yeah we were amazed by Ustadz Zam, uh by the way what's his name?"

"I'm Nimas, Mom. This is Zamima our son."

I pointed at Mima who was still at home in the lap of the woman who had no idea what her name was.

"It turns out Ustadz Zam was lucky to have a beautiful wife and child."

Hadeeeuuh .. how good they are at racing.

"I'm Wulan Sari, this is Mimihna Na Ghebian, and that's Isyeu Lismaya26."

The woman who was graceful with her glasses introduced herself and her friends.

"Hallo if I'm Ekha kurniati."

Oo so the beautiful woman who is holding Mima is called Ekha.

"It's nice to know you guys."

I said full of sincerity. Then we walked together to enter the Pesantren gate where the prophet sholawat was ringing to start the event.

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The worshipers spilled in one room of this large hall, sitting neatly lined with carpets. We listened carefully to what Mubaligh had to say.

His missionary was young almost as long as A Zam, deliberately brought to fill the event.

"The pilgrims are really us as Godly beings, very much in order to advise each other. If anyone is off the mark and we know it's good to be rebuked for advice."

That sentence was what I caught during the event.

Now I'm at Mama Haji's house, to visit Mama. It turned out that it was not only me who came, almost all the pilgrims also visited. I am waiting for my turn.

Hulliyah came to see me who was accompanying Mima to play the game of the children of Kindergarten while waiting for other pilgrims to come home.

"Tumben Ustadz Zam didn't come to Nim?"

"There's business with Haqi."

I stood on the wall that was often used as a seat. While Hulliyah took over to invite Mima to play.

"Mama Hajj is sick from when?"

Hulliyah looked towards me.

"From yesterday, he went to the doctor, he said he was just exhausted. But look at the congregation on coming just to see."

I smiled in response to Hulliyah's words.

"That is the priority of Ulama Li, different from us who only stewed pumpkin."

Hulliyah seemed to frown in response to my vague babbling.

"Mmm Nim, is marriage good?"

I chuckled at the question like that coming out of Hulliyah's mouth. Uh wait, is it possible that Hulliyah has been thinking in that direction?

"His name is also Li's household, must have been many trials but receded again and so on. If I myself sii try better to improve myself to be the wife of sholehah.hihi"

Hulliyah held Mima, then sat down next to me.

"But you used to look unhappy."

"Yeah, I'm glad I got you. Feels embraced by my love, these tears did not stop flowing. Well now I'm happy Li, it feels plong. Although I do not know in the future how, but sure God will guide his faithful people."

I also preached to Hulliyah Deeh. My words were inspired by the words of someone named Ella.

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#The names that I tebelin it is readers Love In Pesantren that always reminds me fitting I was wrong. I don't know if they still read up here if it has stopped because they are bored. Anyway thanks. ( Author)

#Sometimes the author is not very clear (Nimas)

#Nimas can not be? (Author)

Uh another one for my Dubber who has dubbed my canned novel NOT MAUKU, I say thank you. I'm probably gonna do a story about him, uh but I don't know when.