Rasidha Bidadari Clear-eyed

Chapter 2 - Deciding to a pesantren

Rasidha packed the goods to be taken to the pesantren, get ready with some necessities. It was hard enough to leave home and the family that loved him so much, even though he knew he was just a lucky stranger. But it is undeniable, if the past mistakes of his adoptive father were so influential, the trust that had been betrayed was only painted through a clear liquid that dripped down both cheeks. "So this is the reason why my father hid his face, for seventeen years I believed him and did not even doubt it in the slightest. Why is the world so cruel to me? I shouldn't have heard the conversation between Mom and Dad." Her inner being so injured, she immediately wiped away the tears and dragged the not-so-big suitcase.

This was the most difficult time for Saints, releasing his eldest son back to go to the boarding school run by his brother, the longing was still felt but Rasidha left home again. Even though the girl is Palestinian and not her flesh and blood, she is still very affectionate and does not distinguish her children. "Have you decided this and thought again?"

"I've thought about it, ma'am, and will go to study." Rasidha answered, looking for a reason to calm himself down, though he was disappointed in his adoptive father. But he could not hate Zaid, the adoptive father of the Israelites.

"But what about us? For a few years you were in Cairo and just came back to go again to the boarding school? At least think about Mom, son." Suci tries to stop her son, it is very painful to part with a loved one.

"You can visit me at any time, because it's not far from here either, I don't go long." Rasidha held the hands of a woman who was still beautiful at her age who was always called mother, second mother after her birth mother was gone. 

"What's wrong with Brother? Who's gonna help me do schoolwork and play with me?" 

Rasidha immediately turned to look at Azzam, he smiled as he stroked the top of his sister's head. "It won't be long, trust your brother."

"All right, let's make a deal!" take Azzam who challenges his brother. 

"There is no agreement" the Holy Servant stared at her son, while Azzam scratched the nape of his head and whimpered.

"Have you thought about this?" Celtuk Zaid who also could not accept the decision of his son so suddenly, let alone just returned from Cairo. 

Rasidha looked at his foster father who was wearing a turban covering his face, only revealing part of his eyes. Disappointment is still embedded in him, wanting him to hate the man who replaced his father. But, none of that happened. Zaid's affection was very sincere, and even he forgot he was just a stranger in the family. "Let me go, Dad." Two glaring eyes.

Zaid's gaze looked at the wife who gave him sign language by nodding her head slowly. They sighed and felt helpless, the final decision of Rasidha could not be hindered anymore. "Alright, Dad can't do anything. The most important thing is to take care of yourself very well, if something happens, then let us know immediately!" 

"Good, Dad. I'll go first!" pamit Rasidha's.

"Wait, Honey. Let me drive you, " cried Zaid running towards his daughter. 

"That's not necessary, Dad. There's still a driver driving me, isn't Dad's office work piling up?" 

"Leave it, there's still Ben's assistant." 

Rasidha continued to resist, he just wanted to avoid by going far away. Trying to come to terms with such a bitter past. Zaid only resigned, and Saints returned to shed tears. 

"Why did Rasidha suddenly decide to go to the pesantren?" ask Zaid who doesn't understand.

"I don't know, he even said to stay with us after finishing his education in Cairo. Did anything offend him?" The Holy Spirit who seemed to think.

"That's it, Mother, don't think too much. After all, my brother is still young and needs to study. Doesn't that pesantren belong to Doni's uncle? So there's nothing to worry about. We just pray for Rasidha's safety" said Azzam, a man with blue eyes and a face very similar to his father. 

"I became wise it depends on the conditions and the situation, especially now. Give me the money!" Azzam raised one of his hands asking for mercy from his parents. 

Zaid immediately took out a piece of blue-colored money, making the teenage man let out a long sigh. 

"Fifty thousand? Don't joke with me, Dad. This money can only buy toothpicks, I need five hundred thousand." Azzam complained that he returned a piece of money in blue.

"Yesterday Dad gave you money, why are you so royal? We have to save for the future." Zaid was always dizzy with the behavior of his son who was fond of asking for money. Unbeknownst to everyone, Azzam loved to help the poor. Such a commendable attitude was always embedded in him, the mother who became his teacher. Saints always instill adab, science, and other commendable behavior. 

"The money is over."

"can't. If you want pocket money, you work at mom's bakery. How's it?" challenge Zaid.

"Deal." Azzam quickly smiled, why did he not think of that way before. There were several branches of the bakery, and he could work one of the shops. 

"It will be paid per day."

"Yes, I agree." 

Sacred smiled looking at the close-looking interaction of father and son. He stepped foot to get into the house and returned to work on pending work for a while.

Rasidha opened the car window and let the breeze hit his face, so that the driver did not see his sadness, went to another city to eliminate the disappointment that was so heavy. "I have to be strong." 

The journey that took several hours finally arrived safely, he immediately thanked her and got out of the car. The driver helped get out one of his suitcases and a backpack. 

"Thank you sir."

"Together Non." 

Rasidha took a deep breath and took it out slowly, a fairly advanced and well-known pesantren in the city. He set foot step by step, walking in search of the room that belonged to his Uncle who ran the place. "Astaghfirullah, I forgot to tell Uncle Doni first. How am I supposed to find it in this vast place?" his mutter that was like a chicken lost its brood.

Rasidha continued walking while dragging the suitcase, some of the santriwati who passed by looked at him. "Why are they looking at me like that?" he kept walking, looking for his uncle's room. 

But his steps stopped when a teenage girl the age of Azzam stopped. Rasidha was very surprised by the reaction of the gadia which was none other than Ayna. "Sister Rasidha, I can't believe you're here."

"Aiya." Rasidha returned the embrace of his cousin's sister tightly, relieved to find his uncle through the teenage girl before him.