The Angel of Gus

Season 3

"Emm, can Aisya enter the pesantren ?"

Uhuk..

Aisya's father choked while taking the tissue in front of her. While Mommy is still staring fixedly at her daughter with many questions.

In the past, he almost entered Aisya kepesantren if only at that time his age was big enough. The untegaannya that undo the intention to enter Aisya kepondok pesantren considering that Aisya was under 10 years old.

"Are you sure you want to go to the boarding school ?" Ask Dad.

"Dear, how's your college going ?" Connect the Mother.

"Aisha sure Well, Bund. If for college to pass online, let Aisya talk first with the dean of the campus," explained Aisya reassured both parents.

"Is there a choice of which pesantren will you serve dear ?" Ask Grandma who suddenly approached them.

"It's bad, Aisya's choice of pesantren is not far from here."

"So want to be an abdian in the Nurul Huda boarding school ?" Ask Grandma again to make sure. Aisya nodded her head confirming that what her grandmother said was true.

"Why a coincidence," continued Grandma again.

"I mean grandma ?" Ask Aisya who doesn't understand.

"Your mother also intended to enter you into the cottage here Ais, which is meant to be the boarding school Nurul Huda," explained her grandmother.

"Yes son, what your grandmother said is true. Mother used to want to enter you keesantren not far from the grandmother's house, so occasionally we can also visit you at the same time visit the grandmother's house."

"Father is up to Ais only, if it's our Ais decision as parents can only support. Yes as long as it's good, why not," continued his father.

"Thank you, Mother. Later in the afternoon we will go there, yeah !"

"So fast is that ?" Her mother did not believe. While Ais just nodded steadily staring fixedly at her mother with confidence and determination.

Aisya's parents can't ban her while it's good for her daughter's future.

After feeling well rested, Aisya who was prepared first felt very impatient to immediately enter the boarding area where Rasya was there. With complete confidence, Aisya determined himself to leave the world he had been living in Jakarta.

The hope was so great, that he could no longer take off the figure that had been in his heart just like that.

As long as it can and is halal, Aisya does not bear to pursue his love until he intends to enter the holy prison area whose life is like an ancient era and full of rules.

Sure you can Is ?

Sure dong, the author does not believe in Ais...

How will you be mewek ?

Babang Rashalah heheh

Huuuu base Ukhty self-styled...

"Well, bund come on dong Ais is ready !" Said Aisya slightly shouting waiting in the living room.

"Please baby, you are okay," replied Mother who suddenly appeared while wearing her hijab while walking.

"Hehe, yes, bund."

He can only be grateful how Aisya who wants to deepen his religious knowledge and become a better woman.

The smile between mother and child is the same, but the meaning in it is different.

Aisya smiled cheerfully as she was about to enter the world of boarding school in order to pursue the love that she thought was her soul mate in the future.

While the mother thought her son changed himself because he got guidance from God to become a better woman.

However it was not wrong for Aisya, after all studying religion he would still do. But of course the pursuit of love that Aisya believed that Rasya was a candidate for priest that God put down for him.

Their car had reached the courtyard of the boarding school, Aisya and his parents were immediately down to meet the leader of the ponpes.

With the santri delivered there, the three of them have arrived in front of the house of the leader of the cottage.

"Asalammualaikum...."

Chequek..

A 60-year-old woman came out to open the door.

"Waalaikumsalam, let's go buk sir !" Declared.

"This is Nyai, our intention here is to register our child to this boarding school," explained Aisya's father.

"Alhamdulilah, may pak buk be very permissible. If you can find out whose name is neng ?" He glanced at Aisya.

"I am Aisya Nyai's daughter" she replied.

"What a pretty name. Call it enough Umi, the name Umi Bulan Audya, santri here often call it Umi Bul-bul."

Aisya nodded. While talking, someone came in and said hello.

"Goddessalam..."

"Sir, this is from Umi." he said while giving a bushel containing food.

"Alhamdulilah, Yes.later help mbak This princess register in the office yes !"

"Na'am Umi" he answered, glancing at Aisya.

Several times he saw it, and in the end he declared, "His mother who was crying this afternoon was not it ?"

Aisya raised her head looking at the person who was inviting her to talk.

Deg .....

Ka-kak Rasia......

Sorry if Author rarely goes up...

Share tasks with PF next door...

In any case, the Author distributes hobbies as well as wanting dapet cananya😂😂