The Love Story of Children Santri

Chapter 17 - Teaching

"Why smile Pa?" ask Marwah to her husband.

"Kiyai said Hawa's getting used to and close to Khodijah and even cooking together." Marwan said while keeping the phone on the table.

The look on his face was so happy, his daughter was no longer naughty. And no more blurring like before.

"What's up! Mention my brother's name" said Yusuf who had just come out of nowhere. His steps stopped in front of his parents and gathered together.

"Where's Suf from?"

"From Al-Furqon school, you can call teaching there" he said. Sitting near Marwah.

"Alhamdulillah, soon your son will be a teacher." Happy Marwah, but not with a slightly disappointed Marwan.

"If you were a teacher who would develop the company?"

Marwan coldly asked as if he disagreed with Joseph's decision. His pleasure was always to teach, not to be an entrepreneur like his father.

The atmosphere became silent for a moment. Marwah tries to hold back the emotions of the husband so as not to repeat his mistakes again. He asked Joseph to be his wish.

"Isn't there a very smart papa doing business."

Marwan immediately glanced sharply at his son.

"Papa asks you to go home to continue Papa's company. To whom else would Papa ask if it wasn't for my children."

"But Pa, Yusuf doesn't understand business at all, and I don't like business very much anyway."

"Because you've never obeyed, Papa said you were majoring in business but what are you doing!" Marwan was already very angry, but Marwah was always a mediator.

"Already! Let Joseph live his profession as a teacher, give him a chance to do what Joseph wants."

Joseph and Marwan were silent to each other.

"Always defend yourself" protested Marwan.

"It's not so Pa, listen to Mama Mama's not done talking yet."

I don't know what Marwah says, a second he turned to Joseph and said, "Yusuf, Mama asked you to teach not every day, right?"

"No Ma, just two days a week."

After hearing Joseph's reply, Marwah turned to her husband again and said, "Two days a week, according to Mama Yusuf can work in the company, there are still 3 days of Joseph's time left. So Joseph can still teach as long as he wants to continue the company. How's Yusuf?"

Joseph is still weighing. A second his gaze turned to Marwan, wanting to resist but not wanting to disappoint the father again. He didn't want his father to be angry.

After a long time of thinking, Joseph finally gave an answer. He agreed with the mother's offer, at least Joseph could still do what he wanted.

Marwan was not disappointed anymore. She smiled proudly at her son.

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Al-Furqon Islamic School, a school that is equipped with girls and women's dormitories is no different from a boarding school. However, the students here are not all mandatory and must be students there, the school also opens registration for the outside community.

The time is still 06.30. All the disciples were still wandering in the field, there were even those who had just come. They all consist of people, the school was equipped with various facilities.

Like a mini market that is specifically for students and students so as not to buy food outside. There is also a large hall that is often used for the benefit of students and the public.

The school building is located at the front 10km from the gate. Far enough, isn't it? Yes, it is because all the students here are always in between with their private vehicles so they are not too tired to walk.

The vast expanse of field is so stretched. And for the cottage is located at the back of the school which is among the great families of the founders of the cottage.

The bell rings indicating the time to start learning. All students enter the class.

"Aspie?" call a student to a woman in uniform sitting on her stool.

"Asma, you know not today we have a new teacher, he said he was handsome Egyptian graduates again."

Hearing the Egyptian name Asma so remembered someone who had broken his heart. Could it be that the teacher was the same person?

"No, no way," he said.

"What is not Asthma?" asked his friend Asma just shook her head.

"It can't be that handsome" joked Asma.

"Not knowing either. Just look at it later."

Asma and her friend were sitting together not long after both men came as the headmaster, and the other was a very young and handsome man.

"Look Asma must be his new teacher" whispered his friend but Asma was instead indifferent, for him remained a handsome man who had captivated his heart.

The headmaster saluted, and they all answered in a compact manner.

The atmosphere began to boisterous, not a few of them whispered what else women. No other than Joseph was their new teacher.

"Children if there is anything you want to ask can you ask later to Mr. Joseph. You just just just introduce the start for a while your religious teacher changed first."

"Yes, while the hell is sir forever dong." The rest of the class was boisterous they were cheering each other.

"Silently! You don't appreciate us!." Instantly the class became quiet again because of the clash of the headmaster.

"Study correctly understand!"

"Yes sir" they answered in unison.

The headmaster left, and now Joseph faced his disciples.

"Sir, I want to ask you whose full name is it?"

"Where is the house, sir?"

"May I have a whatsapp number, sir? Make it wonder."

The rest of the class came back boisterous because of the joke of one of the students who asked for Joseph's number.

Joseph could only shake his head. Not angry but remembered her sister Eve. Maybe at school Eve treated like that.

"All right, I'll answer your questions one-on-one."

Joseph turned to face the blackboard, took a marker, and began to write word for word. The first thing he wrote was his own name.

Joseph Baskara Putra, that is his name. Not only was Joseph handsome a man who was brave, a giver of freedom and took risks.

As the prophet Joseph A. S. Handsome and brave.

After introducing his name Joseph wrote again in the second line. In response to his student's question.

Jg. Kenanga block A beautiful housing. Joseph told him where he lived.

"Far away from my house. No matter what, sir, if we come." Again they joke.

"Now his whatsapp number sir!"

Joseph again wrote whatsapp number — Zonk.

"For numbers I can't tell you because it's my privacy."

"Yes, Sir!" I complained about one of the students.

"Now we begin to learn. Does anyone know what is isikshoroh anyone know?"

"Sholat sunnah."

"Sholat the matchmaker."

Istikhoroh is a prayer of two rakaat that a Muslim does when choosing between the two things. Pray to Allah Azza wa Jalla with a certain prayer to be informed of something good.

That is the explanation Joseph wrote.

"For example like that, asking for guidance for a mate," explained Yusuf.

"Is there anyone here who has done Istikhoroh prayers?"

"Not yet sir, but I'll be there tonight. Istikhorohin Mr. handsome." Again the dreadful Joseph just smiled knot.

This is why Joseph wanted to teach, because teaching was not boring. There is always a story, a joke, from every student.

"When istikhoroh prayer time?"

"Sholat istikharah can be done at any time during the day or night unless not at 3 times forbidden to pray. But some people often do it at night before going to bed."

Asthma suddenly raised her hands into the air. As if to ask.

"Is the dream result of Istikhoroh prayer real and must be followed? For example, a mate, if the result is not in accordance with what we want and it turns out to hurt others what it should be done."

Joseph was stunned, as were all his friends. Because, the question of Asthma is really unexpected.

"Yes. For the guidance of God is the best" answered Joseph, whose gaze is now upon Asma.

Asthma looked at Joseph with anger. As if disappointed at his response.