The Love Story of Children Santri

Chapter 55

A month has passed, the results of the final semester exam have been completed. Now santri and santriwati flocked to see the results of their tests. Aura happy, they radiate when reading the word PASS on a white paper sheet. 

Perhaps, of some of them will go from that place to continue their education to a higher level. As for who remains there to deepen the science of religion. 

"Aby!" shouted Eve from the end of the hallway that was so echoing. 

The graduation letter he gave was shown to Adam, who was standing in front of him. Once the expression of love is spoken make their steps feel light. They are more open in any matter.

"How did Aby's wife pass?" 

"Certainly graduated dong Aby, his teacher Aby," he said with a laugh. Adam's soft caresses gave. 

"Mama and Joseph's brother must have been pleased, especially Papa. If papa still exists …." 

"Just pray. For it is the same as the happiness of your father in the Hereafter" Adam cut. 

Still Eve remembered when she first entered the pesantren. How is his attitude that rejects and opposes. In fact, Eve always did various ways to escape. Maybe if the father is still there he will make the most beautiful gift for his father. 

"Aby's wife why daydream? Remember Papa?" Eve just nodded. 

"Tomorrow for a pilgrimage?" 

"We're going to jakarta?" Adam nodded. Of course Eve was happy, who had missed her family. 

*****

"Laughter, I want to talk to you." 

The words were always Asma said but never heard. However, this time there was no reason for Eve to avoid because Adam asked her to meet Asthma. 

Asthma already knew Adam's relationship with Eve which might hurt her a little. However, Asthma sincerely and relinquish good tiqdak continue to hold a grudge. 

In front of the terrace, on a bamboo chair they sat. The place where Asma and Adam met for the last time. This is where they talk. 

For a second the shadow Asma forgot. It is not good to keep thinking about a man who is not his soul mate and is already married. 

"I'd like to congratulate Wa first, on your marriage." 

"Thank you" said Eve. For a second his eyes glanced at Asthma. "But .. do you still have the same feeling as my husband." Said the husband he said firmly. 

Asthma shook her head with a slight smile on her lips.

"Me and Adam have nothing to do. And I don't have any taste for Mas Adam." 

"Mas Adam?" 

The word 'Mas' was very uncomfortable Eve heard. It was very disturbing his mind. For him it was too sweet. 

"Sorry Eve, I'm used to calling her Mas Adam. But you don't misunderstand me. That call doesn't mean anything." 

"Yes, now what do you want to say? So you asked Aby for permission." 

"Actually from yesterday I've wanted to say it for a long time. About the photo, the photo that spread slander at the time. I want to apologize because it was my father's behavior. I hope you will forgive my father too." 

Eve was not surprised enough. Because he already knows. Anger or hate is meaningless for now. Should Eve forgive him?

"I already know. Anyway it's over, and your dad's in jail. It means nothing to hate or be angry."

"So you forgive me Eve." 

"Yes," he said flatly. However, make Asthma relieved. There will be nothing more in his heart. 

If you make a mistake, apologize. And apologize to those who have dared to be honest, and admit their mistakes.

Now the relationship of Asthma and Eve became better and closer. 

"Assalamualaikum Mama .. Brother Yusuf." 

"Getishalight." 

Marwah's grin was emitted when the daughter she had longed for was in front of her at this moment. A warm embrace is not missed which is getting tighter as if it does not want to escape. 

"Mama how are you?" that question started their meeting. 

A tight hug slowly slipped out, one kiss landed on Eve's forehead for quite a long time. For a long time Marwah did not do that to her beloved daughter. 

"Good mom baby. How are you guys doing? Adam?" Marwah realized the presence of Adam. Who immediately hugged his daughter-in-law.

"Why didn't you say you wanted to come?" 

"We're going on a pilgrimage. All of you stop by Eve's pity, miss her she said." 

"Then we go on pilgrimage with Joseph. You guys just stay over tomorrow we're on pilgrimage." 

"Yes Ma." 

In addition to the arrival of Eve who brought happiness, the results of Eve's graduation also became the most beautiful gift for her. Eve became a better child than ever.

It is not just Eve who wants to deliver the happy news. Asthma does the same thing in prison. 

The room is dull, narrow, and closed is now back Asthma comes. It was not a fancy place or a special celebration and party, but rather an empty room behind bars that welcomed his graduation. 

A man in an orange uniform with a pitiful look, looked at him wistfully. The jabrig hairs covered his jaws as well as the slightly grayed messy hair looked very unkempt. 

"Assha." 

"Dad." A speck of falling clear droplets soaks the tip of the Asthma hijab. A second his face lowered, hiding the spill of clear liquid that descended increasingly profusely. 

"Don't cry for Daddy. Save your tears." 

Anshor felt like a failure because he had made his daughter cry. But Asthma, could not hold back her trembling shoulders. 

"Had told you, don't ever come again. You'll feel hurt when you see Dad." 

"Is it wrong that Asma came to see you, Dad? Today all the children are happy. Maybe they had fun with their family. But Asthma, just visiting you can't?" 

Anshor looked down sad.

"Asma just wanted to give you the good news that you might be proud of and hope you're happy with this news." 

A letter was kept on the table. The letter was written by Anshor whose hand began to move to retrieve it. 

"That's my graduation letter. Your son has graduated who will soon leave his school. And maybe going to a higher level of education. However, it was only limited to the hope of whether it would be achieved or not." 

Anshor's confused look was emitting. Either be happy or sad about this news. After failing to become a father, it destroys the family in an instant but God brings his daughter proud tidings.

"Asma, how did you get this letter?" 

A million questions Anshor wanted to ask. Not unhappy, but Anshor knows that his daughter is no longer in school. But where does Asthma graduate from? Her thought.

"There's someone kind, who makes your daughter a great person. No longer dropping out of school, even encouraging to keep learning in this difficult time. Should Dad thank you? Of course, I have to thank him. Do you know who that guy is?" 

"Who?" 

"Yusuf Bagaskara's son was an older sister of the woman whom Dad had slandered." 

Anshor's abandonment, when he heard the name reminded him of a man who came to visit him a few months ago.