OFFSIDE - Outside Boundaries

Baabuttaubah Foundation

⁇ ️Just right at a stop.

“It looks like this stop is meant Kyai Hasan” Whisper Pak Fachri in heart.

“Kiri bang...” Loud screams.

The bus stops right in front of the bus stop.

Fachri got off the bus and was accompanied by two faithful sticks to this day.

Just to the right of the stop there is a road, but there is no signpost or nameplate of the Foundation referred to Kyai Hasan.

And right at the end of the road there is a group of ojeg, but there is one ojeg that is different from the other ojeg.

“You know what the difference is? The difference is only one..... tuh ojeg handyman has a beard.” 🤭xi..xi..xi...xi.

“Sorry bang.... humpang tanya..... if Ustadz Fadlan's house is still far from here?” Ask the bearded carpenter.

“Hem.... yes.... passable on the way.” Blinking to the other ojeg handyman he answered Mr. Fachri's question.

“Emangnye enter siapanye Ustadz Fadlan.” Ask the ojeg.

“I got a hint from the head of Pondok Pesantren Fatahillah to meet Ustadz Fadlan.” Answer with caution.

”Iye..... ane tau.... c'mon naek......” Bring the bearded motorcycle.

“Oh.... Yes costnye how much bang?” Ask Mr. Fachri

“Custom….. Ten thousand.” Answer the ojeg.

“Engga can be less?” Stringency.

“Udah regular mas, if you want to ente naek, if you do not find ojeg laen aje.” Cetus the ojeg.

“OK bang.” He answered while riding the motorbike that had been starter.

The motor was speeding straight away, and it seemed like this carpenter was hiding something from him. Not a word came out of their mouths right in front of the Baabuttaubah Foundation.

“This is homenye Ustadz Fadlan.” Said the ojeg.

“Nih money is where yes..... earlier I put it in my pants pocket.” Fachri grunts in the heart.

“Why mas?” Ask the ojeg.

“Waduct bang.... sorry in advance..... it looks like I'm pickpocketing.” Fachri tried to explain.

“Ah... you can aje..... don't joke mas.” The ojeg's handyman's.

Mr. Fachri panicked once......

The face began to turn pale......

“Eh..mas....... so when to paynye........ I mao ngetem again nih.” The carpenter had already begun to press.

“Sorry bang....... I am really pickpocketing.” Fachri replied while blinking.

“Eh.... mas in Jakarta mah kaga ade nyang free...." the taxi driver glared at Fachri's face.

"So you kudu be careful.... this is your money....... earlier take from your pants pocket.” While giving the money taken by the ojeg hand thrusting while inviting acquaintances.

“Nih knowin, name ane Fadlan... I guess your name is name ane.” Smiling, he introduced his name.

“Alhamdulillah, almost dislodged this heart.” Said Mr. Fachri with a sigh.😱

“My name is Fachrisyah Add

Mr. Fachri was invited into the house and told the chronology of his arrival to this place.

There was the sound of the Adhan from the mosque next to the house of Ustadz Fadlan. He prayed in the mosque. Inside the mosque, dozens of children were sitting cross-legged listening to the Adhan.

Finished prayers they rushed to leave the mosque and there is a scene that I have never met most of the jama’ah carrying musical instruments such as 🎸, gendang🥁 up to the meatball cart, somay🍜, used cardboard and so on.

Which before praying they put in the courtyard of the mosque.

🤔Pak Fachri felt a strange sight.....

“Pak Fachri... sir... pak Fachri......!!!” Ustadz Fadlan.

“Ah...oo.ya.ay Ustadz.... sorry I am looking out for people there.” While welcoming the reprimand of Ust. Fadlan he pointed towards the congregation who brought the guitar.

“Do not hesitate.... consider aje own house......... and do not forget if it is finished........ you wash your own dishes he..he.he.” Canda Ustadz Fadlan at the meal.

“Eh...... Mr Fachri, are you honest aje ama ane???” Ustadz Fadlan.

“Means Ustadz??” Asked wonderfully.

“Ente boong sih kaga.... just from earlier you story to ane not complete right?.” Ustadz Fadlan.

“There is less???” Fachri answered with anxiety.

“Yang ente story from earlier Only twenty percent of the story shouldnye ente storyain...... how you from Aceh can get here?” Press Ustadz Fadlan.

“So Ustadz already know???” Fachri was surprised.

“Kyai Hasan already told you about you by phone this morning..... it's mangganye ane can jegat you at the ojeg base earlier.” Ustadz Fadlan.

“Sorry, I didn't mean that.” It was obviously Fachri whose face turned red.

“Kalo according to Kyai Hasan you are talented as a football coach Ustadz Fadlan.

“I also think like that... please help the way out ustadz.” The word Fachri adds to the speech of Ustadz Fadlan.

“Ente is using the exit all", joked Ustadz Fadlan.

"Begini aje dah.... later kite find out how to coach professional football....... and the problem biayanye you find through trade or ngamen or ngajar or....you..!!!" Ust. Fadlans.

🤔“Ngamen aje time huh? chirps Fachri.

"Voice yes.?.?. different thin is the same Tompi...... hahaha..... sorry...... joked Tadz", joked Fachri.

“Trus.... one more ane ingetin.... don't take you ninggalin pray.......... and you kudu have excellent practice............ let your life be blessed.” Ustadz Fadlan.

“Example?” Ask.

“Misal.... every day Jum’at..... ente amalin tuh all ngamen earnings.” Ustadz Fadlan.

Fachri could only nod, but the words of Ustadz Fadlan gave a new spirit, a great energy that was still buried in his body as if to spur the heart to be so fast.

It's not wrong Kyai Hasan told Pak Fachri to come all the way here.

Suddenly ustadz Fadlan shouted.

“Alief...Lief... Alief Ustadz Fadlan orders a young man of about twenty years old.

“Kalatin..... this is Mr. Fachri.... please take him around the foundation Ustadz Fadlan's orders to Alief.

“Alief...” Poking out his hand, the boy introduced his name to Fachri

“Fachri...” Answer Fachri.

“Mari Pak” Sahut Alief.

While walking they talked about the state of the foundation.

The foundation is very extensive, ranging from mosques, car and motorcycle workshops, haircuts, meatballs bases, to the catering kitchen there are all there.

They were in a room.

“Nah... This is our room sir!!!” Bright Alief..

Alief showed an unusual sized room.

😅It is not unusual for the size of the bedroom, because the area is almost one hundred times sixty square meters, lebil suitable for futsal field, he.he..

There are twenty level model beds lined up and neatly arranged, accompanied by each of them a small closet. He imagined how exciting it would be if the entire bed was gathered together later that night.

“Well... How about Mr Fachri?….. anyone want to be asked?” Alief.

“Lief.... Which original ente?” Ask Fachri.

“Kata Ustadz Fadlan..... mother died twenty years ago when I was born in Midwife Nur which is now the Clinic of this Foundation.” Clearly Alief in his low tone.

“Sorry son Alief, I do not mean to bring up your past.” Entertain Fachri while rubbing Alief's back.

“Mending we practice now, so that tomorrow can immediately ngamen” Fachri switch the conversation on Alief to break the silence at that time.🤗

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