Missing Voice Azhan

The owner of the sweet voice

The sound of the crowing chicken that morning rang out loud, making the soul wandering through the dream instantly awakened instantly. Immediately wake up when the sound of dawn azhan indicates if it is time to fulfill the obligation as Muslims in general.

Not long after dawn through the sound of the melodious voice of someone who was teaching that morning made the ears of anyone who heard it immediately lulled. Some even shed tears so carried away the feeling as if the voice was so attached to the hearts of those who heard it.

The sound was heard almost every day in the village. And of course they also know who the owner of the melodious voice. Who else if it does not belong to a beautiful girl who every day is never absent to chant the verse of Allah SWT in the Mosque next to the ponpes Daarul Mukminin.

That morning as usual the students were busy talking before the lesson began. Adi, a famous santriwan who is smart and polite seems to talk to some of his friends.

"It is known that I am always fascinated every time I hear the sweet voice of our ustazhah. I want to wake up and run to him and express my heart if I admire him." Habil said as he imagined the face of his idol.

Plakk

"You're his mind's dirty all the time. It is not good to imagine someone who is not our mahram. Remember that."

"Ck, you're this, I'm just idolizing it." Angry Sung.

"Nobody forbids you to idolize anyone. But do not let you get carried away with feelings so far, let alone to imagine that they are not. If you idolize him it should be able to make it as your race to continue to learn religion better. Get rid of your bad thoughts, remember we're here to learn. Besides, if you like him, not necessarily he replies to. In addition to our age which is very far away, he is also famous for being cold and indifferent when it comes to personal matters." Adi said at length.

Habil only grimaced while scratching his non-itchy nape. Smirked thinly when his best friend even gave a lecture to him.

"I don't think you're interested in him. Your lag is like a big selling guy."

"Who said I wasn't interested in him ? I'm interested, even I'm one of his fans, but I realize that my interest is only limited to teachers and students, nothing more."

Habil sneered about to reply to Adi's words but stopped when he saw ustazhah Syifa who walked towards their classroom.

"Husss is silent all, see Ustazhah Syifa has entered."

Then they immediately fell silent and followed the lessons given by Ustazhah Syifa.

While in such a spacious room the owner of the melodious voice looks at some white envelopes that he has made sure in it contains letters from his fans. Not to mention a few bouquets of roses on his desk.

The girl sighed heavily, massaging her forehead with her tiny hands. He was confused to be flanked by all that stuff.

Hah, just troublesome. Mumbled slowly.

"Right flowers again ? This time how many letters are on your desk ?" The voice of someone broke the girl's daydream which immediately turned towards the source of the voice.

"Hah.I am confused about what all this is going to do. Ustazhah Pipit can you help me ?" Ask his best friend.

Instead of answering his best friend's request, Ustazhah Pipit approached the girl's desk and grabbed several envelopes there.

"Waah.turned out your fans are a lot yes, look at this letter from the village chief's son. You're so popular hihihi.." He nodded with an amused face.

The girl in front of him could only steal and then frown.

Pipit chuckled softly with his hand closing his mouth, then sat down beside the girl.

"You should be proud to know that many like you. Not only outside the ponpes, even the ones I heard this yes, ustazd Hanan and Ustazd Malik to compete for you anyway." God again.

"Haiss, you're making me dizzy. Go if you want to add to my burden." Dismissed.

"Yes, what's wrong with trying to open your heart ? Don't don't you still expect someone who even until now has never heard from again ?" Ask the girl in front of him who turns out to be Akia.

Yes, the girl now looks even more beautiful with her new appearance. After deciding to emigrate 3 years ago, Akia really changed his lifestyle completely.

After recovering and being able to walk again, Akia decided to learn to deepen his religious knowledge. Together with Ustazhab Syifa, the girl studied day and night never tirelessly. And in the period of almost 3 years, Akia successfully became a true Muslim, and devoted himself to the boarding school in Daarul Mukminin.

Even the girl is now a confidant of Kyai Lutfi the owner of the ponpes. Every time there is an activity or study, the girl is asked to recite the holy verse of the Koran. Her melodious voice made the mothers of the study mother more and more every week.

Of course it makes Kyai Lutfi feel happy, because more and more people are flocking to follow the study that he always scheduled once every week.

Akia himself has peace in his heart when he does good and useful things for others. The girl was always trying to be istiqomah and not arrogant with what she already had. It was very different from her old self.

"Hey, instead of answering this the child is dumb."

"Hahh.elah Pit, at this time I do not think that way first. If indeed God had prepared a soul mate for me, he would have come to me himself." His words stopped for a moment.

"Forget about the letter is not important that we can think about it again later. Now what should we think about how the welcoming preparation for tabliq akbar next week ? Is the preparation maximal ? Do not let there be any shortage, Mr. Kyai has given the mandate to us." Ask Pipit, the article they are both one of the committee appointed directly by Kyai Lutfi to oversee the preparation of the event.

"You don't worry, God willing it's close to 85%, you can check again later."

"Well, I believe you."

"Say by the way, ustazd who was invited to our speaker later reportedly still young and very handsome. Even his name is famous where. I wonder how popular she is."

"Ck.you're the guy that's on your head."

"Yee.biarin only. Who knows if you'll be paired with me."

"Aamiinu. I'm leaving, there's a class today. I live first yes..Assalamualaikum." The flank then immediately left the room leaving Pipit alone.

"Yes.trus letters and flowers how is this ?" His shouting.

"Make you." The reply was relaxed while waltzing away.

"Make me ? Hii.oah ah." He muttered while shuddering in horror.

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