Love Shielded Risue

the new Santri is named Kania

It's past the second year.

Maryam enjoyed the morning atmosphere optimistically.After returning home from the mosque, she cooked morning dishes for her husband. Meanwhile Akhri was replacing the lights outside that died. Then gather at the warm dinner table. Eat breakfast served sincerely by Maryam.

Finished enjoying the morning meal, Merr thrust a sweet orange clove near the lips of the husband. Akhri said bismillah and opened his mouth.

"It's not sour" he said as he chewed.

"What time?"

"Cobain deh" Akhri's pinta.

Merr complied, he bit the tip slightly as it hesitated completely sour.

"No, really. Sweetness..."

"Here, dear brother," he asked, drawing Mary's hand slowly. Then eat the rest of the bite. "Well this .. sweet new. It hasn't hit your lips like it has, so it's sour."

Temptation speech was successful in making Maryam blush.

"Can it!" Pinched the waist of the husband who slightly gasped while laughing.

"MashaAllah..." Akhri muffled his laughter, rubbing Maryam's head gently.

Akhri remembered a moment of good news about Arshila. About Him who has now got two red lines on the pregnancy test kit but just wanted to enter the second month of his marriage with Dayat.

"MashaAllah, seriously? Is arshila pregnant?" Maryam's eyes twinkled.

"Really! Brother got the news during a sholawatan event at the mosque last night. That's why last night, you're a little late for home. For praying together for Arshila's health was also her son's candidate."

"MashaAllah .. pleased." Maryam. He couldn't wait to get to his friend to ask.

"Hidayat looks very happy, his lips smile continuously. Just be cheerful."

Mary smiled faintly. He saw the husband tell about the pregnancy of his cousin's sister with great excitement.

Can be imagined, how happy if the news of pregnancy also he heard from the lips of Maryam, and that's his son. He will definitely look happier than this.

One of his hands went down to touch his stomach. Swiping gently, as if feeling bitter that never goes away.

When can I see a happy hue, Bang Akhri. When I found out I was pregnant?

"Dik, the fried rice was delicious. There are the smells of Padang seasoning."

Maryam was stunned, her daydream instantly fading.

"Yes, in the same recipe Ummi," he replied with slightly condensed eyes. Move so as not to accommodate the water more.

"Oh, quick. Tomorrow if you make another use of spices like this, yes."

"Yes bang" he answered later.

***

Ummi has just taught a special study in the classroom. He who was staring at several books received special attention from a new santri.

The girl who had a fairly contained posture with a height of one hundred and fifty-nine was walking timidly towards Ummi Salma.

"Let Nia help, Miss Nyai."

"Oh, thank you." Umm Salma smiled slightly. Letting the girl help him bring her some books. "I just saw you .. new santri huh?"

"Yes, just got in a month ago."

"Oh.." his lips were rounded. They also walked together. Get out of the room, get to the ground floor.

The girl told quite a lot of stories, giving an unusual impression in the heart of Umm Salma.

Estimating the age of the girl, not too far from Maryam. It could be about five years under him.

Although the color of her skin is not as white as Maryam, but the girl quite has a pretty and shady look. Also a slightly more contained body than his son-in-law.

She seems like a fertile girl... Umm Salma shook her head, her mind everywhere.

"Taught near here too?"

"Yes" he answered softly.

"What degree?"

"Aqidah and Islamic Philosophy."

"Oh, MashaAllah. Already in college but still want to go to school?"

"Yes, I want to be more maximal in studying religion. So want all of you to live in a cottage environment, as well as being a santri."

Ummi mangosteen. "Whose name were you?"

"Kania Nurul Fatayat, Mom."

"Wait? How familiar is the name Fatayat, huh?"

Nia smiled knot. "I am his eldest son, the late Ustadz Mahmud Fatayat."

"MashaAllah's. Miss Fatmah's daughter apparently?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm sorry, Ummi didn't do it."

"Don't call me, Ummi. Your mother was close to me."

"Ummi said so too. Actually in the same greeting tippedin Ummi, but only now can meet in person."

"O Allah, walaikumsalam warahmatullah. Give my regards back to Ms. Fatmah, yes."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, yes Ummi later Nia conveyed."

On a paving stone-covered path. The two cross paths with Akhri who is walking in a hurry. Making Nia's smile inflate perfectly when she finds the man.

He is also the reason I am a santri here... (Name)

"Assalamualaikum, Ummi." Akhri greeted the mother first.

"Walaikumsalam. Where you going?"

"So Akhri wanted to go to Ummi's room but did not meet. I'm even meeting here."

"Ummi just finished teaching. Why?"

"No, want to borrow yesterday's data for the santriwati event."

"Oh, it's in the room. You go to the multimedia room first, you get us there."

"Yes Ummi. Oh ... or later Mr. Didi will take."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes Akhri first, assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah."

Netra is beautiful Kania, looking slowly back when Akhri has passed through them. His lips were turned thin without the knowledge of Umm Salma.

Rabbi .. I do not mean to violate the rules of looking at the opposite sex. But I am interested in the man, although it must be broken with his status that already has a partner.

"Come on!"

"Oh, yes, Ummi." Nia followed Ummi Salma behind, looking occasionally at the man's back.

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Get to Ummi Salma's room.

"Thank you for the help."

"Either. Emmm .. was Ummi said to intersect the data requested by Ustadz Akhri? Sorry, let me just. Than Ummi back and forth."

"later, let him take Mr. Didi he said. You didn't go through that room, did you? Opposite the same dormitory santriwati."

"No papa, later there will be more research exhausted Dzuhur kok. After this just rest while memorizing the letter Al waqiah."

"Yes, already .. just take it. But later if you meet Mr. Didi love him only, yes. No need to go to the multimedia room."

"Yes, Ummi. Excuse me first. Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah."

The girl came out hugging the blue map. Walk with passion towards the room.

Just half way, he saw Mr. Didi in the distance. His steps stopped, he glanced at the map in his arms.

I'll give it directly to Ustadz Akhri. Not to Mr. Didi...

Kania turned to the right, and then turned to the right, towards another road. In order not to cross paths with Mr. Didi.

Although a little further, but his efforts are not in vain. He was at the end of the second floor stairs. Apparently, Akhri who was smiling received a phone call outside the room.

If he heard how to call people in sebrang, it must be his wife.

He was very soft when he talked to his wife. He was happy, the woman was happy.

Nia sighed, then walked slowly closer. His heart seemed to be pounding as he got closer to him who was leaning on the balcony fence.

"Assalamualaikum, ustadz."

Akhri. He was a little confused, surprised. Suddenly there was a woman next to him.

"Walaikumsalam. Yea?" Akhri put his phone to the chest.

"I– it. Map of Nyai Salma."

"Loh, what's on you? Kirain is the same Mr. Didi." Akhri.

"I didn't meet Mr. Didi. So just take it directly."

Sorry I had to lie, Ustadz. (Cania)

"Oh ... Then thank you, huh?"

"Together Ustadz." Nia smiled happily. While Akhri directly entered while connecting his phone call.

God, why did he have to get married, anyway...

Kania is really happy, because only this time he can talk directly with ustadz who became his idol.

Yes ... as good as the character of a human. He still has human nature basically.