The Mystery of the White House

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A girl graduated from S1 Islamic Religious Education. A girl who was willing to devote herself as a teacher in the village. A village girl who studies in a big city and returns to her village to build her village which is still with all limitations.

His love just wants his village to progress and develop. The thing he dreamed of. Hopefully soon.

Aisha the name of the girl. Beautiful girl and sholeha who became the village flower. A well-mannered girl who is always hailed by the village youth. Not often fathers and other singgle boys.

Aisha was not the son of wealthy parents. But both of his parents were quite people. Aisyah is also the only child of her parents. Both of Aisyah's parents are very supportive in her child's education. His parents' thinking was modern too.

Tonight is Friday night. Adzan maghrib. Takbir has started to echo. Rayina immediately rushed off to a surau a bit away from her home.

" Mom, Sir. Mari" take Aisyah to her parents.

The three of them immediately headed for Surau. Many villagers who flock - duyun go to surau to worship. Some even a little far from Surau still go to surau to perform congregational worship.

The completion of the maghrib prayer is usually Aisyah teaching naji children of the village. Together with his two friends Salma and Aaron.

They get wages from some parents who are able to give them. At first they refused to pay. Because they know the economy of the people in the village is very minimal.

This prompted Aisyah to immediately submit a proposal for the establishment of TPQ in her village.

Of course, many people supported his plan. Aisyah increasingly mantab in the submission of proposals. More and more children are teaching.

Usually children teach after maghrib and after praying isya'they will just go home. After the end of the prayer isya' sound of lightning roaring fiercely.

*jedaaaaarrrrr

jedeeeeerrrrrr*

All the children were shocked.

" Lahaulawalaaquwwataaillabillahil'aliyyil 'adzim" Aisyah mentions.

" Sister Aish, fear .." All the children were panicked and very frightened.

Before long heavy rain and wind fell violently.

"Allahumma shoyyiban nafi'an" said Aisyah.

" Yes, we've all come here, we've got a plane. Wait for the rain to stop. Because it's very dangerous if we go home now. How's it?" soft Aisyah pinta.

Everyone sat down neatly and immediately broke down.

"Alloohumma sholi sholaatan kaamilatan wasallim salaaman taamman 'alaa sayyidina muhammadinil ladzii tanhallu bihil 'uqodu wa tanfariju bihil kurobu wa tuqdhoo bihil hawaa-iju wa tunaalu beih-roghoo-ibu wa husnul khowaatimi wa yustasqol ghomaamu bi wajhihil karimi wa 'alaa aalihii wa shohbihi fii kulli lamhatin wa breathin bi 'adadi kulli ma'luumin laka" all humming sholawat.

I don't feel like time has shown nine nights. But the rain has not stopped either. Still a little drizzle. There are some parents who have come to pick me up. While the others do not exist.

Aisyah took the initiative to divide the group. Because each of the many children are almost the same direction home.

There was one group with Aisyah. There is one group with Salma and there is one group with Farhan. All hand in hand. Walk neatly and slowly - slowly.

All follow the instructions of Aisyah. Everyone is so scared. Besides the very muddy streets, the atmosphere of the village is very gripping. Wailing - we heard the sound of people walking closer.

" Not to be ignored ! keep walkin. Do not forget to read the letters - short letters" Aisyah ordered.

Aisyah realized her village was still very thick with mystical. Especially with the white house above his village. Only the house perched majestically.

But a magnificent white house that was like uninhabited and creepy. All the villagers who passed by often did not care about the white house.

The white house has been around for a long time. Ever since he was a kid, the house has been there. Nothing is different, it's just that the house is growing overgrown with trees that cover it.

" Sister Aish, know not the story of the house?" ask one of the kids.

" Sstttt is already. Don't ask too many questions. The white house is a ghost house. My father said the house was haunted" replied the other child.

" Come, it's night. No need to discuss. The important thing is always to pray to Allah and not to be ignored" Aisha's commandment.

Aisyah saw several torches burning at the crossroads. It turns out that many parents who have been flocking - duyun will pick up his son.

Aisyah looks relieved to see the hordes of parents of children. Aisyah did not need to deliver until her home.

" Mother teacher Assalamualaikum "greet one of the parents.

" Waalaikumsalam father - father. Thank you for waiting and picking up the kids" Aisyah replied.

" Thank you, teacher, for guiding our children and for taking care of them. Sorry we're late" one of the fathers replied.

" Let's ma'am teacher Assalamualaikum" said one of the fathers.

All of them returned to their homes. Aisyah will be home soon. Both of his parents were worried waiting at home. Because the village is still colossal in terms of obscenity. Different than in the city. When Aisyah studied in the second city her parents were not too busy.

" Assalamualaikum "greetings Ayesha when entering the courtyard of ruman.

Aisyah looked at her two old people who were very worried about her.

" Sir, ma'am.. Why haven't you slept yet?" ask Aisyah.

Aisyah then kissed the hands of her parents with complete reverence.

" Same father Mom is worried about you. Waiting for you to come home" replied Mother.

" Thank God thanks to the prayer of the father of the same mother, Aish has arrived home. Let's go in, ma'am" pinta Aisyah.

They then enter the house. Usually at this hour the father and mother have not closed the old netra. Still talking while watching television.

His father and mother were still sitting watching the television and still talking small.

" Nduk, change your clothes and be clean. I'm preparing some warm tea. You haven't eaten since" Mother ordered.

" Okay, Mother" answered Aisha.

Once it is enough and it is clean. Aisyah immediately approached her parents. Then they talked - talk.

Because Aisyah and her father rarely met because each of her tasks was waiting for her to be done.

" Nduk, how's the proposal for TPQ?" ask father.

" For that Aish is still reorganizing the proposal sir. Because the lighting in our village is still lacking. So the plan is Aish will submit a proposal for a chapter giving street lights. And the access road in our village is also still very lacking sir?" said Aish.

" Lah. yo, the funds are still less to nduk. It takes a lot of money" replied the father.

" For that we have to find a donor sir. The village funds we have are also needed. And the most important thing is all the villagers" Aisyah replied.