Loving In Silence (MDD)
Chapter VI
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The atmosphere of Madrasah is always crowded as usual. Aira who has been going for a month to leave her house (Nyulok) smiled broadly at her protege who was doing a challenge from her.
He deliberately asked a rather difficult question. In order to the future, the younger brother he taught was not easily fooled again from their questions.
Across the Madrasah, in the hallway to the nanny dhalem, there was a smiling person watching the cheerful smile of the green-leafed girl in front of the class of the princess's cottage.The elbow of one's arm from behind made her spontaneously turn her head.
“Like? Just preach Ustad...do not constantly be looked at, sin you know!” A speech that deeply struck the heart of the man in the uniform of the teacher.
“Beginnya Ustad Nofil, mumpung in the incar have not had a bond with others, quickly antum that binds it tightly, so that no one will dare to take it off except Ustad himself.” Saran Zain, one of the senior lecturers at Pesantren Al-Miftah and friend of Nofil was speaking very precisely on Nofil whose face was flushed.
“If the tie is sharp and makes the rope cut off how Ustad Zain?”
“Then, need the help of other objects to be a rope reinforcement that will break, and most importantly Ustad, never stop trying to find a way to tie it properly and beautifully.”
Nofil was silent for a moment, his mind fixed on the shady figure of Aira as he smiled.
“Hmmm The man closed his eyes.
“But I'm still not sure Ustad.” Further.
Zain gently rubbed Nofil's shoulder while whispering something.
“Ask Allah for guidance, istisharah!” Zain left Nofil in place. Nofil was inexhaustible, was it really what he was doing now? Arriving at the office, Zain's speech became a complementary spice to his mind. He continued to digest the words Zain spoke.
Sunset lover girl is also an ice cream enthusiast is not too beautiful in appearance, there are still many other santri more than him. However, Nofil's heart was adrift only towards one santri with the shady gaze he had.
“Why moody Tad? Called Head Madarasah tuh, until asked to headroom now.” The big voice belonging to the pesantren waiter disperse his beautiful daydreams.
“I Ustad? Wh why? Did something happen in Madrasah?” Ask the man enthusiastically.
“Lack of knowledge, which obviously He is in a bad state.” The servant left a million questions in Nofil's mind.
Seen from the outside, the Madrasah Chief was busy rummaging through some files on his desk. Nofil hesitated to enter the room.
“Assalamu’alaikum wr.wb.
“Wa’alaikumussalam wr.wb.. Please sit nak Nofil” Ustad Saleh Abdullah replied his greetings and gave orders to Nofil.
The reasonably good-looking man was clumsy in place, he looked around the room to overcome his awkwardness. Suddenly Ustad Saleh raised his voice.
“I just want to ask, is it true what Ustad Zain said about your feelings for one of the students here?” Ask her.
Nofil looked down, answering nothing.
“It is not good to linger to maintain feelings for the non-mahram, quickly halve him with a bond that is riddled by God.”
“But he's still a Ustad nyantri? What if it turns out that his parents never received this plan?” Noil hesitated to ask.
“Any good plan, will produce good anyway. What's wrong with trying Nofil? Speak carefully to both parents, God willing he will understand” Titah Ustad Saleh digested very well by Nofil, he said, now what was on his mind was the truth about the feeling he currently had.
“Please send someone to ask my son Aira first, don't you also need an answer from him?”
Since then, the name Aira is famous among the asatidz. Nofil nodded with certainty, then gave a polite farewell to the outside of the room.
When he was about to turn towards the son's cottage, he again saw the silhouette of his beloved sweet girl.
Astaghfirullah. His steps came to a halt when he realized that what he was looking at fell down on a large rock in front of him. The girl looked very rushed.
Nofil smiled slightly, recalling the events of the past when the link of his heart also fell down from the table. The girl was careless. Then continue his journey.
Aira who fell down realized that someone was watching her. But when he raised his head, no one was there.
Duh...happily me! Seeing how careless he was everywhere. Aira expressed her frustration by kicking a stone that had made her fall, but her legs were only made a victim, she could not reply to scold like the like.
He was moved to a room that was very reluctant to all circles, both among the students and among the asatidz were reluctant to enter the room full of authority in it.
It turned out that after reaching the destination, the Madrasah Chief he was looking for went to the city. There was a sudden meeting to attend.
“Why is it here Ai?” Ask someone who turns out to be her best friend.
With lazy Aira replied, “Hmmm, earlier said another santri, I was called Ustad Saleh, but it turns out he is now again going.”
“Do you need what Ai?”
“Maa ‘aroftu lah Fi, right not me looking for Him,?” Aira with ketus. Her best friend did not know that Aira was in a hurry to make her fall.
“Ya woles Ai.. I'm just a name, SALAH?” With a high tone made Aira even more irritated.
“Tau aah Aira was annoyed, letting Afi alone.
Afi did not want to lose, he ran after his best friend from behind.
“Wait for Ai, that's it, you selfish girl.” Call him while he swears.
The one in pursuit turned around, glaring as he placed onto the two hands at the waist.
“Iya yes sorry daaah, abisnya you cepet ngambek siih” While holding Aira's hand together towards the cottage.
“Eh Ai, I was also called Ustad Nofil Ustad Saleh lhoo.” Afi turned Aira's body towards her.
“Truuss? What does this have to do with me Afi Iaaaang?” Aira stroked the head of her best friend who was covered in a veil.
“You guys are dating.” Imbuh Afi's.
“Starting, start, briefly slap your mouth with new sandals tau taste you.”
“WAAH Afi displays the expression of both hands against her face, “Takuuut.” Pretending shudder.
“Here come Fi, please don’t say about him again, okay?” His right hand formed the epitome of the scout movement.
Aira immediately pulls his best friend's hand, he is afraid that Afi will start again mocking him with his teacher Ustad Nofil.
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Aira's pain has been treated, Specialists do not recommend it in surgery, just in outpatient care like other patients. In addition, he also tried to do herbal treatments that turned out to produce more good effects than his mudhorot.
But occasionally he feels very pain, especially when santri talks about the disease in his dream can make a woman unable to conceive a fetus for the rest of her life.
Aira was thinking strangely, how can she live as a woman if the crown that is so desired by men she does not have. Especially when he thinks of strange feelings that often appear every time listening to the name or cross paths with men of the dream of the santri.
Ever in his mind crossed, does his short-lived self deserve to be with the great men of the women's dreams? Aira felt her stomach start to twirl in pain, as well as her blood getting more and more out of her genital organs. He limps, walks into the bathroom staggering. There is no one else on his side, it just so happens that tonight is the night of attendance, that all santri must be in the musholla when the night of Friday’at for tahlil and ba’iyah together.
Aira closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath. But the situation is not possible, he collapsed right next to the storage rack dipper santri.
Bella who just came out of the bathroom found Aira's condition sprawled full of fresh blood. Bella screams for help from the other students to carry Aira to the room.
“**ANYTHING IN MUSHOLLA, I ASK FOR HELP, AIRA PASSED OUT**!” Bella cried out loudly.
Some of the managers who heard Bella's voice immediately approached Aira who was drenched in blood. They thought there had been a violent clash on one of his organs causing fresh blood to flow profusely. But the blood is blood that comes out of his vital organs due to cyst disease that he experienced.
“Aira why Bell? Didn't last night still join munaqosah syarhil qur’an in Madrasah? Why is he suddenly like this?” Ask the pesantren security manager.
Bella is confused, as far as Bella knows, Aira does have a serious illness, but she does not know what the name of the disease is.
“Lack of know Ustadzah.. clearly Aira has a pretty serious disease.” Bella said, watchful.
“Assalamu’alaikum.. Aira why Ustadzah? Aira why?” Someone suddenly came up with quite a great cry. Afi had just heard this news from Aira's sister whose room was next to her.
“Aira suddenly fainted before getting to the bathroom, her blood kept flowing nonstop, we were afraid something happened with Aira.” Bella was at a loss for words.
“Aira is sick Bell, Aira is sick, I have warned that she should not be soybean, Aira is always removing blood from her vital area, but never this bad. What do we do now? Her face was getting pale, Aira had already shed a lot of blood, which I was afraid would creep into other minor ailments.” Afi's voice faltered, he displayed Aira's condition with concern, he loved his best friend very much. Unable to see the situation of Aira is very weak.
“We wait until he regains consciousness first.” Say someone in the back.
“I'll change her clothes,” Pinta Bella instantly.
“Let me wash her clothes.” Connect Afi. Everything Aira was wearing was full of bloodstains, until the original colors and motifs were not visible.
“Ya already, you take care of Aira first, later if you are aware, the management will handle it.” Tell the manager who takes care of the health and hygiene field.
Many responses are worried about the state of Aira, some are just gawking in disbelief, some are crying sobbing, and some are all day full of his mind focused on the figure of Aira with his shady views. He was none other than Ahmad Nofil Kaitsar Ghiyatsullah.
In the corner of the room with the pattern of paintings of half-finished mosques and other buildings that have collapsed there is a figure of adam with prayer beads in his hands, his mouth full of recitation dhikr, his eyes closed to let out a little water. He ceaselessly ber’a for the safety of the girl he loves, really wants to immediately stop so that he can freely keep and care for her with affection.
“Sabar Fil, maybe this is a test before the canoeyan is really with him,” Entertain Zain who is now quite stunned to see his best friend so enthusiastic about a woman.
“I can't bear to hear Tad, is there any pain more than accepting this reality?”
“Ask Allah the best, do not just act at will, fear the power does not condone.” Zain. Every word that Zain spoke was taken with great respect.
Nofil smiled, he realized clearly that he was with Aira
still gray, no continuation of the taste.
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The girl who had made everyone worry about her had now smiled back at the jokes of her room children. Aira looked very happy, like nothing had happened before.
That's how Aira naturally, he looks very healthy from the outside, but in fact it is very inversely proportional to all the vision of people around him. Only Afi was the one who understood Aira the most from any angle.
From the cottage, Aira saw Afi running towards her room. Indeed, the behavior of Afi beyond the ability of adults aka child - kanakan. Suddenly Afi waved at Aira, Aira did not understand the intentions of her best friend, finally she came out to him.
“What's Fi, how to run around like that?” Ask Aira.
“This is important Ai, very important!” Reply to whisper.
“Aaan anyway, ntar tau-taunya just want to ask at buyin snack colors around.” Aira's not huffing.
Afi approached Aira then whispered something that could make her run around like an Elementary School child.
“Airaa... You can greet from Ustad Nofil,”.
“WHAT? Me?” Jerit Aira.
“Ssttt do not shout, later another santri terror can harm me,” Afi closed his hand to Aira's mouth.
“Why?”
“Ustad Nofil says do not let anyone know, because it is afraid of slander that does not hurt you,” Afi said.
“Kan I told Ai, that Ustad Nofil has another taste for you.”
“Why me Afina? Why should I? Isn't there still many other students who fall into the category of smart santri also face okey.”
“STUPID!” Afi cusses, “Ustad Nofil does not look like, maybe he sees something different from you.”
“Not Fi, maybe you misheard the times..at least not me, you are always my match-match with Ustad Nofil.” Elak Aira couldn't believe it.
“And my speech came true.” Goda Afi nudged the arm of her best friend.
“Already Fi, I don't want to hear you talk again, your talk is always nonsense, there is nothing really.”
“THIS TIME THE MOST CORRECT AIRA FATMAA” Shouts Afi after Aira leaves it.
The corner of Aira's lips to the right was slightly raised hearing the screams of her best friend. If Afi had not turned his back on the whereabouts of his best friend, perhaps his face that was increasingly reddish was recorded in Afina's memory to be used as bulian material in the future.
Aira's heart beat eight times more than usual, after going from the presence of Afi, Aira to the most comfortable place in the boarding school, which is the corner and the mosque on the right back. In addition to the shelves of Al-Qur’an also the place is too narrow, so no one feels at home to linger there.
Aira prayed twice a rakaat to neutralize her heartbeat. It begs for the best clues and choices in the future. But the face of the Ustad who began to give a rhythm of love in his life continues to ring in his brain and mind.
After about a few hours in the musholla, Aira again approached Afi in her room.
“Fii. answer listen honestly now, I don't want you to lie, let alone to me.” Said Aira slowly.
“Lack honest how else I Ai, it's been very honest, nothing reduced or added,” Jari Afi forms the letter V.
“Kok can Fi, how is the story?”
“Cieeee who started kepoo,” Afi raised one eye towards Aira.
“Serious ah Fi, don't sneer!” Aira's gaze was full of anger.
“Yes yes sorry,” Say Afi.
“So the story isaa, I went to the teacher's room to take class attendance, there was only Ustad Noil, there was another Ustad but was busy in his room. Ustad nofil called me, and said what I told you.” Dora stopped her voice. Aira looks still astonished.
“Already, that's it.” Say Afi, “If you want more, let me tell Ustad Nofil.” Tempting Afi again made Aira's expression change.
“No, no need. I thank you for telling me,”
“Hmmm Aira baper (carry feeling) nih daah.”
“Iiihh what the hell is Fi.” Aira put on a shy face.
“Sudaaah just accept that Ustad nofil whitbah ntaar.” Afi's words made Aira's heart return to work faster.
“Who says who? There is no such thing!”
“Already Aira Fatmaaa, just acknowledge how you feel. Your face can't lie, you.”
Aira touched her heated face, then ran while continuing to scream.
“NO AFINAA, TIDAAAAK.”
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Aira wrote something in his diary, his writings he deposited to the field of literature which will later be in the daily pesantren. Aira never included her name in any of her writings. Only Afi knows about the hobby of this ice cream lover girl.
...…
If you ask who is always in the temple, smile, because you never get out of that hand. If you ask me who I want to be in my future, smile, because the universe knows, you are the answer.
Do’a me simple, may god bring us together and unite us in the best possible way. And then there's no reason the universe would ever separate us.
...…
Aira smiled to herself, reading her writing, spontaneously writing, not to anyone. But if someone else were to read, they would think that Aira's writing was on Nofil.
What vibration he felt this time, could not be defined through words. He did not understand, whether the feeling he had was just a sense of admiration or even more than that.
“Airaa, Ma'am Anna can talk?” Ask someone behind the door.
“Iya Mbak, please come in,” Reply Aira turned to the source of the voice and found Anna who was quite beautiful with a pink jubbah she wore.
“You have time to talk seriously with Mbak , Ai?”
“Mbak Anna what the hell, just talk Mom, do not make my hair goosebumps like this,” said Aira shudder.
“Mbak Seriously Aira,” Look at Anna full of aura of her seriousness.
Aira did not flinch, she looked at Anna carefully.
“Does Aira now have one?” Anna asked reassuringly. His hand was rubbed against the back of Aira's hand.
“Mbak Anna nih yaa-anya, where it can be like that, I will have to learn first Ma'am, unthinkable about it at all.” Aira tried to joke, to get rid of the tension that occurred.
“Aii, as long as we are able, should not we establish a customary bond of community customs, is there an age limit written?” Anna turned the question around Aira's statement.
“Ndak Mbak Ann, Aira is still not mature enough to live it.” Denied Aira who now turned her back to Anna.
“Don't want to know who's willing to preach you Aira?”
All I asked was shaking my head.
“If he was Ustad Nofil, would you still want to reject him?” Anna's question made Aira turn her back.
Aira was silent, a figure that she could not possibly hold turned out to want to shake her.
“Mbak Anna, why should I?” Aira asked who started sobbing. He greatly admired the cleverness of a Nofil, but it was difficult for him to accept reality when faced with something like this.
Aira's tears continued to flow in accordance with her uncertain heart, it was impossible for her to clearly reject someone whom she so admired, however, it was also impossible for her to be with him.
“Have Aira not to cry, istikharah first, ask God for the best, because a good start will end well anyway.” The words Anna spoke were almost exactly what Zain said to Nofil the other day.
Aira wanted to tell her best friend about what happened today, but her inaction prevented her own intentions.This is the answer of all do’a-do’anya? Is the nofil that God sent to be a complement to his destiny?
