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prejudgement

After telling the story, there was a calm feeling in the chest of the hijab-sharp woman. Who would have thought, his personal who is not too alim as the appearance of Fatimah apparently has words that are quite heart-stopping. Making him think, it is not wrong to have shared grievances with women whose age is only three years older.

Of course, the wise attitude of Qonni himself was not self-taught on him, he could respond to the outpouring of the hearts of fellow teachers with slippery words. It seemed, thanks to the love of God, that brought him closer to the devout like Ustadz Irshad, and his children. Or my sister and dad. Of course he's grateful for that.

At this time the feeling of pleasure had come to the heart of Fatimah, when the chest became more spacious to deal with the problems that were suffering from it. He believed that this was not because of Qonni, but rather the mercy of God who had given him the best means to open something hidden. Because, actually holding your own problems is also not good, right?

Now with a more relieved feeling, Fatimah can be much more separated when teaching. Unlike yesterday-yesterday and even this morning which he said lost his life in front of the disciples.

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The day rolled, heading into the afternoon. Ilyas who was just finished with his work immediately rushed to a boarding school where he studied while still MTS to MAN. Because in the mosque Abdul Aziz, Tabligh Akbar event will be held.

The motor stopped in the middle of the crowd of people who work, preparing the facilities and infrastructure for the success of the event tomorrow morning. One of his friends who had arrived earlier greeted Ilyas with a big smile.

"Assynnya!"

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah– MashaAllah, MashaAllah... Imron's." Ilyas hurriedly removed the helmet while descending from the top of the vehicle. Then hug the man with Koko his white robe.

"Ahlan wa sahlan."

"Ahlan bika.." replied Ilyas patting the shoulder of the man in his arms. "It's nice to be able to see Antum again after years of being at home in Tarim. Kirain instead settled there, because Antum married the same santri from Indonesia who studied there too."

The man in front of him chuckled. "About living in the land of the people. Stay home, Yas."

"MashaAllah–" Ilyas murmured at the man who had been a one-room best friend in this cottage. Now the man before him was already a teacher who taught the four schools of Fiqh in Tarim. Understandably, on the appeal of Ilyas. Imron is famous for being the most serious in the study of religion.

Ilyas' gaze swept around, like he was looking for someone. Then switch back to Imron.

"Where is Ustadz Akhri?" Tanyanya misses her figure, who used to have the status of a senior santri plus a santri supervisor who according to her is the most friendly among others.

"There is inside, being with her children," he replied, pointing back with his thumb. Ilyas mangosteen responded. He himself was amazed by the change of the cottage that is getting better, since held by Ustadz Akhri Mumtaz Zulkarnaen.

"By the way, how long is Antum in Indonesia?" tanyanya.

"Somehow, besides my employment contract has just expired. Now Ustadz Akhri is sending me to help him here. Because he's focused on taking care of his wife who's sick again."

"ill? What pain?"

The man before him approached and whispered. "Kanker–"

"It's natural..." Ilyas was surprised, had long not visited the cottage where he demanded Science first, he even heard bad news.

Though his concern has not disappeared when he heard the news of Ustadz Akhri's divorce with his first wife, four years ago. Now, he must hear the sad news again, if his wife who is now ill.

"Yes, I want to say hello to Ustadz Akhri first, yes."

"Monggo–" Ilyas smiled, then stepped foot while fixing the glasses.

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Finished with business in Pondok Abdul Aziz. Ilyas just arrived at his house at nine p.m.

Currently, he saw a group of new fathers coming home from a neighboring house, only a few people left anyway. Probably the last one to go home after finishing their conversation.

One of them was Mr. Sofian who was at the very back was carrying a besek for himself, because the man who had walked with him had arrived first, so now the middle-aged man was alone.

"Pak–" the bespectacled young man greeted Mr. Sofian politely. Like the other men who went through it just now. But not like those guys. Mr. Sofian did not respond, he continued walking without looking at it.

Of course, Mr. Sofian's attitude no doubt made Ilyas feel more unwell, even to the point of causing prejudice in his mind. The young man continued to look at the man with white Koko, walking further and further away until the sound of the gate was opened, Mr. Sofian also entered into the iron-fenced house.

Long breaths sounded. Ilyas tried to be prejudiced against his next-door neighbor. Maybe Mr. Sofian didn't hear his greeting just now. Although for Ilyas quite loud and clear, but who knows if the middle-aged man is daydreaming, right?

Hurrying himself led the motor into the house that had been opened wide by the sister.

"Mas, Mr Sofian, how are we the same?" asked Abas who saw this.

"Why think that anyway? can't su'udzon." Ilyas continued to push the motor until it entered the living room.

"So, it was fitting me again to sweep the page He was angry."

"How angry? Did you make a mistake?"

"If you make a mistake, I don't think so? People are just ordinary people. Know Mr. Sofian came out while carrying a bucket of water. Keep the nyiramin resistant again in the broom using the water, while nagging; he said the dust from our house goes all into his house."

Ilyas flinching in his heart he was privileged. The bad things that hit his heart.

"Attemptation, Bus. Aja aja bener. It could be that Mr. Sofian is relaxing again, you keep sweeping the home page. Which automatically disturbs him."

"Yes, yeah?" Abas scratching his head. If so, he also feels bad.

"But I'm sorry, right?"

"Udah, Mom. I immediately apologized and Mr. Sofian did not answer anything immediately go that way."

"Yes already, preferably tomorrow-tomorrow if the ground in water first. The dust does not pollute. It's gonna be dry again, dust so it's easier to fly."

"Yes, Mas" replied Abas who returned to focus on reaching for the device on the table. Ilyas himself sighed. Still trying to be prejudiced against his neighbor, hopefully his relationship with the Fatimah family remains fine.