Rocker Guys Enter the Pesantren

Episodes.5

The longer Iqbal's behavior slowly changes. He was no longer a dissident santri. Now Iqbal looks more diligent. He also tried hard to teach properly. The reason for his obedience was none other than Aisha. Iqbal wants to be with Aisha.

Iqbal who was about to exercise in the morning, accidentally saw Aisha enter the room Kiyai Ahmad. Not only Aisha, but there are some other people who Iqbal himself does not know who they are.

''Iqbal, see what you are?'' Fahri patted Iqbal on the shoulder from behind.

''That's, I saw Aisha go into Kiyai Ahmad's room. About what to do?''

''Indeed, you do not know that Aisha was in a match with her son Kiyai Ahmad who just returned from Cairo.''

''What?'' Iqbal was surprised to hear that fact. He would not want his girlfriend to marry another man.

''Yes, that is the reality. Why are you surprised like that? Are you jealous? You better back off, because your rivals are heavy. Kiyai Ahmad's son is besides handsome, he is also hafiz Quran, said Fahmi.

''There's no such thing as backing down in my love dictionary. As long as the yellow janur has not curved, the future wife of people can I tikung, Iqbal unload her grin. He'll figure out a way to have Aisha.

''May your love not clap one hand.''

Iqbal was still silent looking at Kiyai Ahmad's room. While Fahmi and the other friends continue their morning run. Now Iqbal must find a way to get Aisha to fall into his arms. He is not willing if the woman he loves is owned by another man.

Ustadz Malik who happened to pass by, saw Iqbal who was smiling himself was somehow thinking about what. Ustadz Malik placed his palm on Iqbal's forehead. It didn't feel cold or hot, it seemed Iqbal was still sane.

Ustadz Malik brought his face closer to Iqbal's ear and whispered, There is a thief.''

''Where is the thief where?'' Iqbal went around Ustadz Malik shouting.

''Ustadz Malik patted Iqbal on the shoulder, making Iqbal instantly silent.

''Ustadz, why is it here?''

''I should have gone back, why are you here smiling to yourself? It's good that I saw you. Just try if the one who saw you was someone else, surely you were thought to be insane, he said.

''Leave it to say ustadz who thinks I am not sane, why use the excuse of others?''

''You like to be right when you talk.''

Iqbal did not chimed in on the words of Ustadz Malik. He's gone from there. He also responded to Ustadz Malik who he thought was not important. Just make high blood.

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When the opportunity arises, Iqbal always uses it to approach Aisha. His efforts to get Aisha were huge. Iqbal never gave up, even though he knew that Aisha had been betrothed. According to him, nothing is impossible while still being able to try. Not necessarily also Aisha loves the man she is married to.

Iqbal peeked out the kitchen window. He saw Aisha who was struggling in the kitchen. I don't know what Aisha is cooking, but the sight of Aisha cooking makes Iqbal's love increase. Iqbal picked up a small pebble from above the ground, then threw it towards Aisha.

"Oh," Aisha complained of pain while holding her forehead which was hit by a pebble throw. He stared around until he finally saw Iqbal.

Iqbal smiled looking at Aisha who was also looking at her. But Aisha glared at him. Aisha approaches the window, and it makes Iqbal think that Aisha wants to go to her. However, Iqbal's estimate was wrong. In fact, Aisha intends to close the window and lock it.

"Basin' disrespectful," muttered Aisha, then she hurried away from the kitchen.

Nisa sees Aisha entering the room with a glass of hot chocolate.

"Ais, ask for the chocolate dong," without consent, Nisa took the glass that Aisha was holding. It was common for Aisha. Because they always share whether it is a snack or other food.

Aisha took a mirror and looked at her forehead which had been hit by a stone throw. Looks bruised and feels pain. Aisha felt sorry for Iqbal who played carelessly throwing.

"Ais, what happened to your face? Don't you like it when I ask for your chocolate?" ask Nisa.

"It's not like that, Nis. I was just upset with someone" said Aisha.

"Who is it?" Nisa was curious, actually who was meant by her best friend.

"Iqbal, he threw a pebble and hit my forehead. It's really the same with him."

"Nisa doesn't believe that Iqbal does that. Maybe it wasn't Iqbal who did that, Nis."

"Whatever, the point is I don't like him."

"Let's hate being in love" Nisa teases her best friend.

"It couldn't have happened" said Aisha.

"It's good that Nisa has no rivals," Nisa can breathe a sigh of relief because Aisha who is the prettiest santriwati is not interested in Iqbal's good looks.

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After several months of living in the pesantren, Iqbal and several other students were allowed to go home. They get to go home on a rotating basis. Although only get two days off, Iqbal will not waste the opportunity. He could use his free time to sleep all day. Because during his stay in the pesantren, Iqbal did lack sleep. Moreover, there was a lot of memorization that he had to memorize.

By being picked up by the driver, Iqbal has now reached the front of the house. Honestly, he missed the house he had been living in for a few months. Iqbal was able to breathe a sigh of relief after setting his foot in the courtyard of the house.

Iqbal approached the door and knocked on it, "Assalamualaikum" Iqbal said.

Ms. Fatma who was relaxing in front, rushed to open the door. A smile of happiness was engraved at the corner of his lips. Ms. Fatma was delighted to see her son coming.

"Iqbal, you're finally home too, son."

"Iqbal said salam loh, but not yet answered," said Iqbal reminded.

"Yes, I forgot. Waalaikum’salam. So happy until you forget to answer the greetings. Yes, let's go in!"

Iqbal stepped into the house. The view is fixed on the interior of the house that still looks the same as when he lived there. Nothing has changed at all.

''Well, Iqbal wants to go to the room first yes want to rest, ''' Iqbal rushed away, but Ms. Fatma stopped her steps.

''Wait ''Wait! Later that night there is an engagement event of a friend's son. You come with mamah yes, we go to attend the event, '' invite him.

''Lazy, Mah. Iqbal will sleep all day.''

''You must come, Iqbal. The other who has the show is also he's both from the same boarding school as you.''

''Really? Who, Mah?''

''Aisha's son Bu Hilya. She is engaged to her son Kiyai Ahmad.''

''What?'' Iqbal widened his eyes in disbelief. Maybe he was the first son of Mr. Kiyai who he also did not know what he looked like.

''Why are you surprised like that?''

''Ah no. All right, later tonight Iqbal will go along with you, '' after saying that Iqbal passed away to go to his room.