SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 4. SUPPOSING
Carefully, Dilara sat piggybacking on an old bicycle that she paddled. This special vehicle that his family owns is a valuable asset. Because it was his blessing that his mother eroded the distance from one place to another in order to connect life and finance all their needs.
The distance from the house to the Assalam Pesantren led by Kyai Said is only two kilometers but because the weather is quite hot making this short distance feel even further stretched.
After thirty minutes of wallowing in the stinging heat, they reached the back door of the pesantren.
"Bu Ruhama, already asked by Nyai Syuria just now, just go in ... Dila, are you najai? it began in his study hall," reprimanded the solemnity that opened the back gate.
"Yes Mba, thank you. I parked Harley-davidson first if so," kekeh this middle-aged woman, accompanied by the woman santri earlier.
"Thank you," said Dila no less polite even with intonation that is not so firm.
This is the most comfortable place for a special woman like Dilara. Religious teachings that teach equality are in fact able to make the santri appreciate their differences.
Like setting foot on the red carpet if allowed to follow the mother working in the Kyai family, as if she was a star highlighted because of such conditions but still appreciated, she was happy.
When Dila arrived at the Hall of the princess ponpes, Ustad Zaki Abdullah was discussing the law of muamalah and explaining about ghasab. A foreign term for Dilara, then as much as possible he noticed the lip movements of the ustadz on television beside the Hall.
Because the study was followed by all students, the position of santri putri was on the outside terrace so that the media prepared to study via open television that describes the situation in the Hall during the study.
"Ghasab is to use or seize the property of others without permission or without the knowledge of the owner, including also taking the property of others unjustly," Ustad zaki's voice was heard clearly, but not for Dila.
"Example?" he interacted with Santri.
"Ghasab is different from theft. If the theft is carried out secretly, then ghasab is carried out blatantly (legal, robbing)," the ustadz again explained.
"The thing about this ghasab is also not only for visible objects, but also can be ownership of places, land, houses, and so on." Pungkas the Ustadz.
Deghs.
"As happened this afternoon. Begal, enter Ghasab yaa," Dila satin.
Dila was busy paying attention to the lips movement of the ustad while her hands were nimble ink on the paper that would be copied so that the writing was neater.
Not infrequently some santri even borrow notes Dilara if they are sleepy during the study.
Adhan Ashar from the mosque of the cottage sign of the study time after. All the princesses return to their lodges on the right side of Sang Yai's residence to perform the congregational ashar prayer.
When ustadz Zaki was about to leave the Hall, he still saw Dilara sitting on the porch hunched over and looking like he was working on something.
Ustadz Zaki approached the girl who was famously cheerful despite the limitations she had. Do not ignore the face of Dilara who is a soft yellow skin, if she smiles able to melt chunks of ice blocks such as ice packs.
"Dila, what are you doing?" ask Ustadz while standing up.
The girl is still busy struggling with her work, citing the graffiti she was trying to catch when Ustadz Zaki explained the study.
"Dila," call the teacher again. Not to deny that Dilara is deaf. He just wanted to treat the girl like a normal woman.
The girl realized there was a pair of legs and a figure wearing a sarong standing not far from her.
The head covered in a cream hijab, turned his face towards his interlocutor.
"Assalamu'alaikum." Dila moved her lips while her fingers hinted at the gesture of greeting.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, what are you doing? not finished?" look at the ustadz on the face of the ayu below.
"It's really not ustadz?" Dila handed a piece of paper to the ustad.
Ustadz Zaki read Dilara's writings based on his understanding. Observe that the writing of the girl who is not a direct santri is getting tidier and better.
"You are intelligent Dila, it's just that God provides you with sustenance with limitations" Zaki said in his heart.
"True and your writing is good," he expressed his appreciation by giving his thumbs up.
The girl smiled getting recognition from the ustadz who reportedly idolized the female students.
Sweetness. Uh, astaghfirullah.
"Syukron tadz" said Dila as he received his paper.
"Afwan Dila." Ustad Zaki left the girl who after his departure began to clean up all her books and books that were scattered.
Dila watched the quiet surroundings then he got up walking towards the right side of the Hall, his heart was troubled by something.
Young girls who grow up seem natural if they start thinking about the future. Considering many of his friends who have had a crush and Dilara often pay attention when they vent when the class has not yet taken place.
Her heart was back in despair, whispering in despair, if she grew up later would there be a man who was willing to be her husband? together happy the only mother.
"Will any family accept me in this situation. O Allah, may I just wish a person like Zaki Abdullah who is patient, painstaking and knowledgeable, for me? uh, she's also cute," Dila recited the hope in her heart.
"Dila," the mother rebuked when she saw her daughter smiling alone as she walked.
"Eh," Dila just smiled sweetly.
"Rome home, I still have another job at Pak Haji's house," the mother said as she headed to their ontel bike and led her out of the cottage gate.
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El Qavi Mansion, Surabaya.
His sister, Ezra, has just moved her college from Australia to Surabaya.
The spoiled 21-year-old girl reasoned to want to be closer to her father after their mother left the El Qavi family since Ermita was 10 years old.
"Sister," exclaimed Mita excited when she saw her superheros brother coming home from the office.
"Hey ugly sister, when did you come back?" Ezra Sumringah saw his only sister.
"Just now, I'm moving here. How's Papa doing? so moving here is tomorrow? let me take care of her," asked Mita to approach her sister.
"Well, because I also have to go back to Jakarta to take care of the office there. Hurry to graduate so we can handle our business here, poor Papa, Mit." Ezra walked to the living room couch, sat there kneeling his temple slowly.
"So divorced, brother? Cheryl was just using you like the rumors I've been getting, but you've never heard me" Mita blicked her lips.
"Let's know, I'm hypnotized by him. My divorce suit the day after tomorrow, pray well yes Mit," Pinta Ezra weak.
No matter what, his love life will follow in the footsteps of the father who divorced ten years ago with the same case, cheated.
Are the El Qavi men too in love with women to the point of being weak with them? inner Ezra perturbed.
Women, just a piece of meat full of wiles wrapped in arousing grooves.
In silence, the handsome man's phone was ringing.
"Boss, I found it" said a man at the end.
"Send me the picture, and report what you've seen in the meantime" said Ezra as king.
"I've sent it to your email, not bad Boss, he's special." The Rolex report intrigued him.
The connection was then severed by Ezra. The sturdy body owner got up from the sofa to his room to clean up before struggling back with work.
"Sister, may you not be as traumatized as Papa is," Ermita stared with sorrowful eyes at her only brother.
"You think Mit?" sahut Ezra in passing.
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