OFFSIDE - Outside Boundaries
The Kyai Hasan
"Assalamualaikum", a young man who had appeared from the side of the mosque in simple clothes approached them.
"Wa'alaikumussalam", they answered.
"Until what time Ali was, it seemed to be so excited today" asked a young man who had just arrived.
"So morning aki (brother in Arabic)"
"Include this Mr. Fachri", Ali introduced Fachri to the young man.
"My name is Joko rhythms, yes not much different ama bang Haji Rhoma rhythm so...." joked Joko while inviting handshake.
"hehehe.... Afwan joked", so Joko when talking is always full of jokes.
"Oh yes, it's time", rushed Joko to the pulpit and took the mic on the pulpit.
📢How long after Joko holds the mic, Azan reverberates
"Subhanallah, beautiful voice" Fachri whispered in his heart.
"Why is this heart pounding, is it because the child's voice is beautiful or does it miss the much-anticipated spiritual flush?" fachri at the time.
"Allahu Akbar, this is my first prayer since 20 years ago while still in school" Fachri added in his heart
A large tall body of bushy beards entered from the main door of the mosque gallantly.
"Assalamualaikum", greetings of the person who just entered it
"Wa'alaikumussalam", replied everyone who was already in the mosque as he approached the man kissing his hand.
"He's Kyai Hasan, the Chairman of this Pesantren Cottage", while pulling Fachri's hand towards Kyai Hasan.
After the sunah Rawatib prayer continued to pray the congregational zuhr in the Imami of Kyai Hasan, then he gave tausiah to the santri who did not return home at that time.
"That is how Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala, he gives power to whomever he wills and he revokes power to whomever he wills", with his loud voice Kyai Hasan explained the verses of Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala concerning Divine power.
"Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala will give a test to the extent of our ability" explained Kyai Hasan gave encouragement and hope to the pilgrims present at the time.
"If this is a test from God, then it seems that I too can rise from this fall" Fachri grumbled inwardly.
The words Kyai Hasan conveyed made his blood flow so fast to flow throughout the body.
Actually, there were many people who wanted to ask at that time, but there was no question and answer session. Even after it was finished, Kyai Hasan and the rest of Santri rushed out of the mosque
"Nak Ali can take you to Kyai Hasan's house", Pinta Fachri
"It is with pleasure ''" replied Ali so excitedly.
"You asked him to allow Mr. Fachri to stay here" Ali added.
"Thank you son Ali, may Allah always give His blessings and mercy to the son of Ali and his family", Fachri prayer sincerely to Ali.
"Aamiin", Ali welcomed Mr. Fachri's prayer.
At the door of Kyai Hasan's house
"Assalamualaikum", greetings to them.
"Wa'alaikumussalam", while opening the door Kyai Hasan greeted them with a distinctive smile.
"Please sit down first, I again finish the books in the room, a little while yes..again nanggung", explained Kyai Hasan.
"Our Afwan Kyai is disturbing" Ali said.
"Ah ndak kok, it just happens that there is a time to settle" replied Kyai Hasan.
"Kyai Hasan had a son and a daughter".
"The son is 10 years old while the daughter is 7 years old" whispered Ali to give a glimpse of the biography of Kyai Hasan.
It reminded Fachri of Gibran and Arsya. Because the age of the child is also not much different from the child Kyai Hasan.
Ghibran has been 12 years while Arsya if still alive may already be 6 years old remember in wishful thinking.
Finished tidying up the books, Kyai Hasan immediately approached them.
"Can you help Ali?" kyai Hasan asked Ali.
"This is Mr. Fachri, he asked me to drive him to Kyai" Ali explained.
"I apologize in advance Kyai Hasan, my name is Fachri, I am from Jakarta, but I live in Aceh since 5 years ago" Fachri told Kyai Hasan.
An hour had they explained the purpose and purpose of coming to Kyai Hasan's house
And it seems that Kyai already understands what Fachri wants.
"Frankly we need teachers to teach, but it seems Mr. Fachri is not among the teachers we mean".
"Although Mr. Fachri wants to stay here for a while and just help in this boarding school I am very happy" said Kyai Hasan.
Suddenly Kyai Hasan interrupted....
"Why didn't Mr Fachri become a football coach?" ask Kyai Hasan.
"From our talk, I see Mr. Fachri as a potential football coach" added Kyai Hasan.
That's how if Kyai Hasan is talking, there is no stop, like his guitar Haji Rhoma Irama🤔 no end😆.
But Ali and Mr. Fachri just fell silent and nodded their heads.
"It looks very serious talk" said a woman in a white hijab who came to Ali and Pak Fachri with three glasses of warm sweet tea.
"Subhanallah... beautiful and graceful this woman", muttered Mr. Fachri in heart.
Although eager to look at his face but it seems that Mr. Fachri is not able to continue to look at his face that is clean and shining white.
⁇ ️"Astaghfirullah said Fachri when it was imagined the face of his wife and child in Aceh
"Yes mi... (i mean Ummi) Mr. Fachri is looking for a job" explained Kyai Hasan to the wife who came directly to the comments exclaimed their conversation.
"But Abi asked, what do you want to do? uh.... Mr. Fachri was even confused... hahaha😆", they also laughed even though it was not clear what they laughed.😁
"It has almost entered the Ashar prayer" said Ali reminded us to immediately go to the mosque.
"Then thank you very much Kyai, we say goodbye first", as they got up from their seats kissing Kyai Hasan's hands and hurried away.
While patting Fachri on the shoulder, Kyai Hasan said something that made Ali and Fachri reflect.
"Innamal A'malu binniyati, all actions depend on his intentions" said Kyai Hasan.
"Then, confirm your intention, intend all our activities only to Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala", asserted Kyai Hasan.
"Prejudge Allah subhanahu wa, for Allah is dependent on the prejudice of His servant", while smiling Kyai Hasan ended their meeting at that time.
Ali and Fachri also feel this day is so beautiful and full of blessing.
The lighter steps towards a better life.
Fachri's radiant face gazed at the future that was originally buried, now rising again.
