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Somewhere else...

This afternoon Ustadz Irshad and Rumi stepped together, along a paving road in one of the mosques. After attending a tabligh event filled by a Habib from Tarim, their intention will go straight home.

"Le, we'll stop by the flower shop first, yeah."

"What's it made, Bi?"

"Make Abi's lover, dong. What if he's lashing? Repot his business may not want to come to Abi's dream again," he said.

Rumi chuckles. "But Abi's new arrival at Umma's tomb."

"Yes yesterday? How did it feel a century?" Ustadz Irsyad's stocky body shook with laughter. While pressing the glasses frame, he continued his steps slowly side by side with Rumi.

"Later, from Jimi's brother's house, Bi."

"Kok, Jimi's brother's house?"

"Gini, Rumi just remembered. Yesterday the Jimi said his brother wanted to meet Abi. Something to tell."

"On opo?"

"Not knowing either. If we can stop by this afternoon, Abi will return to Magelang tomorrow."

"Opo, Ndak a nuisance? Mertamu afternoon?"

"No, Bi. This is a new Rumi thought would take the file sorenya. But instead of going back and forth all over."

"Hmmm..." Ustadz Irshad rubbed his thin-bearded chin, as he stepped closer to their car.

"Where, Bi, what? Abi's not so tired, is he?" Rumi asked while pressing the key button.

"Little, anyway. But yo wes, Ndak papa. All my friends, I only get sweet iced tea," he said as he opened the car door. Rumi himself head bobbles also entered at the steering wheel.

***

A man in his thirties served four cups of tea and two dishes of wet cake.

"At the drink, Rumi. Mr. Kyai–" Jimi offered, before finally sitting next to his brother.

"Again in Jakarta, Le?" asked Ustadz Irsyad to a man who had been known for a long time.

"Yes, Mr. Kyai. Because tomorrow the red date will be homecoming Jakarta, if the working day in Bandung. You are still in the headquarters, " replied Jimi politely. Irsyad just nodded.

"Barakallah, Kyai.." a man whose age range is not much different from Irsyad approached.

"Allahs... God..., how are you?" Irsyad stood up to greet and hugged.

"Good news, though sickly."

"Yo natural, we've already smelled the ground," he chuckled. The host offered me a drink. Talk for a while before going to the core.

"I went straight to the point, yes Kyai."

"Monggo, sir." Irsyad chuckled, his hand moving slowly down the cup.

"Look, in Babelan, I have a shophouse. It's pretty big, two-story. So the ones below some kind of store while above can be for residence. Well, I have the intention to offer that to Kyai Irsyad."

Irshad mangosteen, he thought if Abah in front would sell his frame to him.

"How much do you want to sell?" irsyad asked with a smile on her lips.

"I don't want to sell, Kyai."

"Want to?"

"I want to love Kyai, for free as a sign of love because of God. Count your thanks, for being willing to be my master for ten years, Kyai," he replied with a chuckle.

"MashaAllah" he murmured. Just yesterday he was given ten acres by his elderly santriya. Now he wants to give the store anyway. "I'm not asking for a store, you know, sir."

"Alaaah, that's not it. This is an initiative, Kyai. I just feel like the older I get, the more I want to reduce my possessions. Let's reduce the hisab."

"By the way it was dumped on me? Keep me dong who will be long in hisabnya." Both chuckle.

"No, Kyai. I just want, the store that I love is used for syi'ar."

"Shiar— pie unae iki?"

"Curl, loh. I want my shophouse to be the house of the Qur'an or something. That's Kyai's broad. Because it was in the bulkhead also use glass walls. While next door can be used for business."

"Oh, ngunu.." mangosteen.

Irsyad nodded again, suddenly remembering the faces of Ilyas and Qonniah.

"It's good if I just accept it for free, you can't, sir."

"Emang why?"

Irsyad. It feels like this heart has something stuck, every time it receives something from its congregation. Because the time of the Prophet is not like him. Benefiting is even given the world unceasingly through the worshipers. While Rosulullah at the beginning of his prophethood, he often returned home battered. Not infrequently when he was prostrating, the Quraysh actually put the contents of the camel that had rotted on his back.

"Yep?"

Irsyad wiped her tears. "I'm willing to accept it, just don't be free."

"Kok, then? Wallahi Kyai, I am sincere. Wanna love him."

"Maturnuwun, sir. But I can't if I have to be free. Gini, we use a contract. Sampean sell to me. Later the money I donate to Baitul Maqdis on your behalf."

"MashaAllah, yes, Kyai. If not papa..."

"Ridho, njih?" Kyai Irsyad extended her hand. He greeted me by shaking Irsyad's hand. "After this I will take care of the person whom I will give the trust."

"Good Kyai." The sparkle on the face of the man with the gray hair all of it emanated. And so did Irshad.

MashaAllah, rejekimu Nduk. –Irsyad is thinking about the youngest son of Ulum.

***

The yellowing twilight, the fat man who just finished his afternoon recitation was busy cooking his own instant noodles in the kitchen. Somehow, suddenly wanted to eat it with Alzah the grandson.

Irsyad brought two servings of noodles, one fried noodle for Alzah the other boiled noodles for himself.

"MashaAllah, this mantep Le. Mumpung Ummi again go with Abi." Irsyad put two servings of noodles on the table.

"Yeeeeey..." Alzah who had been sitting holding a fork and a spoon was overexcited when fried noodles were held in front of him.

"Slow maemnya. Still hot, yeah, Le."

Mangosteen. Both of his legs that had not reached the floor in swinging.

"Alzah doesn't like the yellow, Mbah." Alzah put the yolk into his grandfather's bowl which kept Irsyad quiet.

As if her memory goes back to the past, the time where she was eating instant noodles together and Rahma put the yolk into her husband's bowl.

# Flashback...

"Make it, Mas Irsyad," he said, grinning.

"Where is the story so given to Mas, to, Dek?"

"I don't like egg yolks" he replied lightly. In her syringe instant noodles taste soto it carefully. "MashaAllah..."

"Enak, Deck?"

"Great boy, Mom."

"Yo clear, wong kari— curry manganese flavor," he continued as he chuckled. Rahma was the same, laughing too.

"There's a good thing I like eating egg whites, Mom."

"Hmmm..." Irsyad mangosteen, his mouth was eating crimped strands made of flour.

"Because protein intake is necessary. Can make muscles too, and I'm not fat." Giggling.

"Yooo, you slim down eating egg whites. Let your Kang Mas get to the cholesterol section. Because it's always ngabisin yolk that you refuse this."

Rahma laughed while covering her mouth. While one hand hit the arm of the husband.

"It's customary, if you laugh with KDRT," Irsyad sneered while wiping his own arm. The ones in the corner are getting more and more chuckling.

#flashback off

Irsyad smiled, looking at the grandson who looked like he was enjoying a portion of his noodles. He also ate a little yellow lest it with a sense of longing rumbling in the chest, because now of course he limits the consumption of foods that contain high cholesterol.

Outside the buzzer sound. Getting Irsyad's head lifted towards the door.

"So, look at the guest for a second, yo, Le."

"Okay, Mbah.," the eight-year-old replied in spirit. Irsyad got up rubbing Alzah's head then rushed out to someone who was visiting this afternoon.