Proof of Love Kang Santri

ll. Worrying

Everything will be tested, how strong the servant is and how often, ready should not be ready. Starting means having to end, as already but if present again try to fix.

At night the atmosphere of the pesantren is quiet, the santri are already asleep in their dreams. Letting go of today's activities for tomorrow to rise again.

One relationship that makes it lasting is honesty, as humans no one is perfect, so what do women do by looking down and observing around it?

Asyifa Nur Fadilla, wife of Muhammad Zildan Alfauzy. I don't know what he did to walk slowly to get to a room. It says 'Gus'

Clekk, almost as clean as the door opened, one word for the room was dark. He breathed a little relieved by limping his legs slowly inward.

"Ehem."

Deg.

Syifa rounded her eyes perfectly, she bit her lower lip, who does not recognize the baritone voice that has accompanied Syifa's life for several years?

"From anywhere, Fa." An unusually welcoming tone, full of curiosity as well as anger.

Who is not angry with someone? leave without excuse to come home late this night? Of course as a husband, Fauzi was a little emotional? C'mon, he's human too, right?

Syifa, the woman is looking down deep. Luckily Annisa is still sleeping in the dorm with her friend. Back again to the two humans who were already in this room include silence. Fauzi turned on the room lights.

"Where do I ask you, Fa?" Fauzi said once again, he stepped closer to Syifa who lowered his head while turning his back.

"Akh..." Ringis Syifa when her feet nudged the table beside the bed.

Fauzi who saw Syifa's feet tremble slightly spontaneously lowered his head, the cold aura turned to worry even though it still looked flat. Gently Fauzi led Syifa to sit on the bed, revealing Syifa's robe.

Surprised, he soon stepped in search of the P3K box.

"Aww.." Syifa choked when the wound was exposed to red medicine. Fauzi grimaced, suddenly his anger was lost to see Syifa hurt like this. Syifa simply closed her eyes to hold the pain.

"Where are you from?" Fauzi asked, still focusing on cutting the white cotton.

Syifa was silent, again and again Fauzi gave a rough sigh, after finishing treating the wound on his wife's leg he stared into Syifa's bead. The one in the face just looked down

"You've come from anywhere, Fa." The tone no longer sounded creepy, but rather gentle and worried. "You know how I waited for you? Annisa also went to sleep in the dorm.?"

Fauzi looked away, Syifa faithfully lowered her head. "I'm worried about you Fa. You went to Ummi's permission? and this game wasn't your game this morning, was it? why don't you wear pants?" Tanya.

The sound of crying, making Fauzi could not bear. He held Syifa.

"Sorry Kang, I'm sorry..." Lirih Syifa hugged Fauzi tightly.

"...." - ".Now Fauzi's turn is silent, he occasionally kissed Syifa's forehead.

"Sorry, it worries you. Sorry to make you emotional. Sorry Kang.. Sorry." Syifa's sobs wet Fauzi's gray cocoa.

"Why the Fa?" Finally Fauzi opened his voice.

"Si-syifa ta-tadi fell, then was helped by temen. This dirty Syifa game borrowed has a temen." Said Syifa nervously as she took off the hug, she looked at Fauzi who was also staring at her. 100% impossible Fauzi believed.

"Si-syifa is afraid."

"Fearful?" Fauzi Beo.

"Santri is angry with Syifa." Lirih Syifa lowered her head while wiping the falling tears. Fauzi published a smile she randomized the hijab of Syifa.

"You, I'm not angry just worried." Fauzi said with a smile. She knew Syifa's true nature that it was hard to open up if there was a problem, be it with her own husband.

"Really?" Tanya Syifa replied to a nod by Fauzi. Syifa finally smiled. Fauzi spread out his arms knowing what the santri meant, Syifa immediately rushed into Fauzi's arms. Warm and comfortable.

"Other times if there's anything to say." Fauzi stroked Syifa's head in hijab. "Don't make me worry fa." His impact made Syifa nod, she cried in silence.

"I'm sorry Kang. But not now." Inner Syifa hugged Fauzi tightly, she closed her eyes.

"May you be more open, Fa." The last sentence before he walked away.

Sayup-sayup Syifa still heard slowly he opened his eyes the light was dimmed by the mushroom lamp, and stared at the door. The mixed feelings became one today.

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Fauzi stared at the dark sky that had no stars. Clouds are cloudy and also deserted the atmosphere of the pesantren at one in the morning. Too busy with Syifa's attitude made him not aware that there was another Ustadz approaching.

"Gus, coffee?" Ask. Fauzi looked up and then nodded.

The Ustadz sat next to Gus Fauzi putting a tray of coffee and snacks. He sipped the black coffee that was still steaming the smoke.

"Dreams of Gus." Ask.

"Hm. Just focus again." Albi Fauzi sipped the new coffee brought by Ustadz Hamdan.

"Santri-santri is already in bed. There was one santri who was struggling. There's just one." Ustadz hamdan's skirt, though,

Fauzi chuckled, "No monthly remittances are possible." Ustadz Rizal's chirps are also hoarding.

Suddenly drizzle makes the roof of the mosque rattled. While Fauzi enjoy the fragrant water that falls meet the land of Allahhumma soyiban nafi'an

"Rain Gus, no wife?" Ustadz Hamdan asked, making Fauzi only smile faintly.

"Yes not to the masses desperate rain." It was Ustadz Rizal's voice, making Fauzi nod in agreement.

Fauzi stared at the flowing water and also the whistles getting louder, the sound of rain and wind gusts hit Fauzi's face. The image of his injured wife continues to ring in Fauzi's mind.

Syifa you why

Don't make me curious and keep su'udzon with you

Fauzi was not a child, he knew Syifa was nervous and it was impossible for her leg to be injured by a fall. The wound was more akin to a dagger scratch. He knew Syifa needed time and he would wait.

"Allah protects the wife of the servant,"

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If trouble comes from here. Does anyone remember Kang Faqih? Rizkiy? Hopefully still.

And anyone looking forward to Rizky's work with Faqih perhaps?

His work already has gaes. click on my profile or look for the title "Luka Bidadari Pesantren."

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