The Garden of Heaven

Part 6's

Pesantren Miftahul Ulum looks magnificent surrounded by a three-meter wall fence. The area of more than one hundred hectares with buildings that form the letter U is visible from the top of the helicopter, where the princess dormitory extends from south to north facing west facing the men's dormitory. Each of the two-story buildings, except the building that divides the two dormitories, is located at the northern end attached to the princess dormitory building. The one-story building facing south is the residence of Kyai Abdul Fatah, the nanny of the boarding school Miftahul Ulum. Right next to him, an enormous mosque stood adrift with the dormitory of the son.

The atmosphere looked shady with a wide variety of trees growing around it. The grass is perfectly trimmed, flower pots look lush fresh after watering. Paved roads also look clean free of litter.

Moreover, the home page of Kyai Abdul Fatah, a small yard filled with various kinds of flower plants, ranging from jasmine flowers, roses with various colors, orchids, orchids, Champaka flowers to sunflowers cool the eyes of anyone who looks. Eyang Aisyah, the mother of kyai Abdul Fatah is very fond of flowers. Because it was the youth who painstakingly took care of the tiny courtyard into a very beautiful garden. In that house lived kyai Abdul Fatah with his wife, Umi Salamah, his eldest son, Eyang Aisyah and Father kyai Abdurrahman Hadiningrat.

While in the courtyard of the mosque there is a large field covered with manicured green grass and printed large H letters surrounded by lines that form a circle. The field is a helipad, the place to land helicopters owned by Kyai Abdul Fatah's younger brother every time they visit. Kyai Abdul Fatah has a younger brother who lives in Jakarta. Reportedly he is a conglomerate, a successful entrepreneur in the field of shipping. Therefore, it is not surprising that most of the development of this pesantren is on his contribution.

That afternoon the Miftahul Ulum mosque looked full of students who fled, some even occupy a multipurpose room in the house of kyai Abdul Fatah, which is located right next to the mosque. It has become routine every Monday afternoon namely bandongan naji, where the students listen while their kyai explain. Bandongan activities are followed by all santriwan and santriwati. There was the voice of Father Kyai Abdurrahman who was studying the fiqh chapter through the loudspeaker, while the santri listened quietly while noting the important points being conveyed by him.

Just then a helicopter with the inscription Al Hakim group in the middle of his body landed right on top of the helipad.

As soon as the helicopter door opened, two girls came down with very different looks to the surrounding environment. One of them was wearing hot pants that showed both smooth thighs and a tight tank top that wrapped his makeup body, with flaming red hair loosely touching his shoulders. While others wear batik-patterned knee-length comprang pants with a kedodorant t-shirt top, his black hair is scattered carelessly. Ignoring the gazes of the santri who were frowning in wonder towards the two, their eyes were actually engrossed in watching the surroundings, without realizing an old woman was approaching them and suddenly fouled her second ear loudly, without even noticing, they both screamed between shock and pain.

"How dare he come here in this kind of inappropriate clothing, ha." Said the old woman while tightening her fingers.

"Open eyes, sick." Einstein tried to take off his daughter's jewelry, but Aisyah's eyes just got tighter pulling her ears.

"Basar grandchildren do not know shame." said the woman who called the eyes to Einsteina, then turned to look at Vivian. My God, my son really cannot choose a good wife. How is it possible to choose a woman with a shallow thigh like this."

"What a pain, it really hurts." Einstein's protests began to grow impatient. While on the other side Vivian only grimaced in pain.

It was always like this every time Einsteina paid a visit to her eye home. She scolded him every time Einstein did not wear a hijab, even the last time Einstein came here Aisyah's eyes almost shaved her hair because she forgot to wear her hijab when she left the house, if only his father hadn't desperately held him back. As a result Aisyah's eyes only had time to cut half her naughty grandson's hair.

Lukman strictly forbade his daughter not to cut hair, he always warned Einstein to let his hair stay long past his shoulders. Lukman said Einstein's long hair was the only difference that his son was a girl, given the appearance and behavior of Einstein who had strayed far from the behavior of girls in general. So it was no wonder that he desperately held back his mother who was about to execute the only side of the girl Einstein.

"It is more painful to torment hell because of you. Do you want a real bald eye, ha."

"Already, mom. These guys just came, let's rest." Lukman appears behind them, carrying two suitcases belonging to his daughter and Vivian.

"Just keep on defending. Look, because you always spoil it so this way, ngelujak, unruly, like to defy. You're not really good at educating kids, man. And if you're desperate to find a future wife, say the same mother. Not even looking for something like this. What kind of woman spills her thighs everywhere, blah blah blah..." He said while pointing at Vivian with his chin, making the three successfully gawk. That's when Aisyah's eye-watering jewels weakened. Einstein and Vivian looked at each other meaningfully, then simultaneously they broke away and blurred as fast as lightning.

"Come, eyang. Over here, catch Ina first. Catch, catch, catch."

"Basaras a brat. Watch out if you get caught, your bald eyes." From where he stood, Lukman only watched him while shaking his head.

"Om Lukman's. God, finally remember the same hometown." Sapa a handsome young man wearing a palm holster with koko batik and a white peci perched on his head.

"Loh, Fikr. How are you, the more handsome this nephew is." He said as he reached out his hand which was immediately held and kissed by the young man named Fikri. The twenty-five-year-old was the eldest son of kyai Abdul Fatah.

"Cocoon alone. Where's ina?"

"Look, still playing Tom&Jerry is the same princess." Appoint Lukman towards those who are still circling in the streets in front of the dormitory santri putri. Fikri chuckled at him, then he frowned when he saw a foreign girl hiding behind a large pot, only her head was visible.

"And the other one is God, don't tell me it's a future wife."

"About you, just like princess eyang. Om not as desperate as it is to find a future wife, to the extent that Einsteina's playmate om embat also."

"Oh the rancid bring a friend... Astarghfirulla!" suddenly Fikri closed both eyes with his hands.

"What's up, Fik?"

"Fikri thought that Einstein was the worst about clothes, it turned out that there was still something much worse. That was if I didn't see the wrong thighs at that." Said Fikri while turning around indented from the view in front of him. Lukman is understanding.

"His name is Vivian, Ina's schoolmate. He came here for the holidays. Om wishes Vivian happy. During this time he suffered enough, indirectly om also involved in the suffering of the child." Lukman looked at Vivian who seemed to be running small with Einsteina with a look of laughter.

"What's up, um?" Fikri asked in surprise, he turned back to face Lukman after the sight he could not see had gone.

"That problem is related to Tina, you see. Oh, come on, Om is not welcome to enter."

"Om kayak at anyone's house, usually also stay nyelonong enter. Just say you want to switch the conversation." Fikri laughed softly before then continuing on. "Everyone has the right to keep a secret, but if you want to tell a story you know where to talk. Come on, let Fikri get the suitcase." Lukman smiled in response, his nephew is really an adult. Then the two entered the main door of the residence kyai Abdul Fatah.