She's Maduku

Chapter 42

I don't know what was on his mind, Shafiah felt Travel this time felt very long, the time continues to spin as if not moving, several times Shafiah glanced at the clock on her phone, he said,and occasionally he asked Fatih to speed up the speed of his vehicle. "It's a long feeling to bring your car." The Shafiah protest felt Fatih was too slow to move her vehicle.

"So you yourself said don't speed too much, I don't want nyampe stay name." Ledek Fatih with a smile.

"But it's so slow mas."

Azky, who was aware of the Shafiah's anxiety, tried to appease him. "Prophey, stay a few more steps to meet Zahfran mas." He said while holding Shafiah's arm.

"Still far away?" The impatient Taya Shafiah.

"So soon, in about an hour."

"Don't know Azky, I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid reality doesn't live up to my expectations."

"God willing not mba, Zahfran certainly very seneng can meet mba Shafiah."

"How about you Azky?"

"I mean mba?"

"How do you feel about Zahfran?"

Shafiah's questioning makes Azky freeze.

After going through the journey for 4 hours, the end of the car they ride to the destination, namely the boarding house Nurul Hidayah. The place where Zahfran went.

"Shaputja..?" call Fatih who has come down from the car, but Shafiah is still daydreaming staring at the boarding gate that has been opened.

Still not getting an answer, Fatih back memaggilnya. "Sheafylli.."

After several times his name was called, he realized. "yes mas." He answered while looking at Fatih.

"We're going down? or do you want to stay here?" Ask Fatih.

Shortly after, the sound of the Adhan resounded indicating the time of prayer asar had arrived.

"Udah asar mas, we better pray first before entering."

"We did pray first mba, and the mosque is in pesantren.ayo we go down." Said Azky who was still sitting next to Shafiah.

Responding to Azky's invitation, Shafiah got out of her car and began to move her feet towards the main gate of the boarding school.

The sound of the Adhan still echoing, able to make the heart of Shafiah vibrate violently without cause.

"His muezzin voice was so sweet Azky, that it touched the heart." Shafiah said as he walked into the courtyard of the mosque.

"Maybe because we're in the pesantren mba, so get carried away."

"Yes.kamu right, the atmosphere in the pesantren is very soothing, it is not wrong that Zahfran chose to stay here."

"Yes mba."

Not feeling they already feel in front of meajid, Fatih walked to the place of male ablution, then Shafiah and Azky to the place of female ablution.

"Let's see you here again." Fatih said before they parted.

"Yes, um."

They also take ablution ti place that has been provided by pesantren.

"Straighten Saf." Speak to the priest before he starts the prayer.

Hearing the priest's voice made Shafiah surprised. "***Astagfirullah.as is the voice of Zahfran***." Inner Shafiah muttered.

Sangking curious, he tiptoed while looking up his head to see who the person who became his priest. "Where is it not obvious." Say Shafiah in her soft voice.

"Mba..nyariin what?" Azky asked the Shafiah who kept looking up his head to see who was the priest.

"I want to see the priest."

"Istigfar mba, not muhrim, shaf in front of all the men.we are in the mosque." Azky tried to remind.

As soon as the Shafiah's feet stopped on tiptoes, "Astahfirullah.what am I doing.?" He returned to his eyes and said Istigfar. "Astagfitullah's..Agodipidor.."

Then the priest said takbir. "Allahhuakbar."

"Come on, takbir."

Asar prayers also take place very solemnly until the greeting from the Imam and Ashar Prayers are completed.

Shafiah and Azky shake hands with each other with other female worshipers.As usual, after the prayer of fardu, they always recite a verse of the chair that never left a single time.

After reading aya chair and some prayers offered, they fold back into a container and then store it back into the closet that has been provided by the pesantren manager.

"Have you finished mba?" Ask Azky who has finished folding as well as his face.

"It has. Let's go to that place, maybe Fatih's waiting for us."

"Yes mba."

While walking outside the mosque, Azky was made curious about the man who came with Shafiah, then he asked. "Mba..can you ask?" Azky asked as she walked.

"Can you ask what?"

"mmmm...that's.the man who came with mba shafiah who?" Ask.

"Ohh.that's my cousin Zahfran, he happened to have a job in Jakarta, all of you help me find Zahfran mas."

"To Alhamdulillah?" Shafiah looked at Azky's face.

"I'm afraid I have a special relationship with him."

"Well, I'm still Zahfran's wife, where maybe I have something with another man." Shafiah said as he walked over to Fatih who was waiting for him to stand by the tree beside the mosque.

"O women of heaven's inhabitants... Why is the road so long.?" Fatih shook her head.

"Sorry, let's keep talking." Say Shafiah with a smile.

"It's the nature of women, love to talk, watch out.later to gibah again."

The women were smiling too.

"Come on, we go to the office, we meet ustad husen first." Azky.

"Come on."

The three of them also walked down the hallway to the office past some students who were busy chatting.

There was a faint conversation of the sisters with other santriwati who were talking about their idol.

"Ustad Azam still holds the first rank" said santriwati was very proud.

"Nobody has beaten him?"

For a moment the santriwati thought. "Mmm.so far there hasn't been."

"Let his age be far from us, Azam's busty is not kelirulungan."

"It's funny how they talk." Shafiah said to Azky.

"It's natural that women admire handsome men openly mba.he.he.he.." Shafiah and Azky laughed as they walked.

After they passed the sisters, suddenly someone approached them. "Assalamualaik." Greetings from one of the people there.

"Getishalight." Say Shafiah, Azky,Fatih at the same time.

"Can I help you?" Said Ustad.

Fatih stepped forward near the endad. "we want to go to the office,ustad."

"Sorry, who do you want to see?"

"We're going to meet ustad Husen."

"oh.that's my own, what needs are there?"

"We want to meet one of the santri here named Zahfran."

"Zahran?" Wonder wonder.

"Yes..Zahfran malique."

"Zahfran malique...? there is no santri named Zahfran malique. If you know how old he is?"

"Sha..how old is your husband?" Ask Fatih to Shafiah.

"43 years." Answer Shafiah.

"43 years? if the age is that, maybe Azam ustad more know. Let me ask you Azam yes."

Coincidentally there was one of the santri crossing them. "ustad Raihan." call ustad Husen.

"Yes, ustad."

"Liat ustad Azam?"

"Ustad Azam is behind the teaching."

"Please call me to the office, tell me I want to meet."

"Good ustad."

Soon Raihan's men met Azam's ustad in the back hall.

Fatih, Shafiah and Azky wait for Azam's arrival in the office.

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What changes have happened to a Malique Zahfran?

What about the fate of their stairs that both once lived apart for many years?

Stau continued yes.

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