The Ustadz Children's Challenge
Ageny anom
The night had come, the first night Royyan nginep in his wife's hometown, at his father-in-law's house. The atmosphere was almost the same as in Baitussalam, crowded with the voices of the students there. Royyan just came home from the mosque to perform the congregational prayer’ah maghrib.
“What's the morning of Nadh?” asked Royyan who went straight into Nadhirah's room.
“This just finished praying!” nadhirah answered while folding the prayer rug he prayed.
“Ooh!”
“Emmm kang!”
“Yes? Why?”
“I can join njai in madrasyah no? Hheheh! I miss najai kang!”
“Oohmmm, how are ya?” Royyan pura is confused.
“Yes, no papa kang! I'm at home!”
“Hahah, not really Nadh! Can do! I forbid you to njai!”
“Truly kang?” nadhirah asked enthusiastically.
“Iya! Come on then!”
“Come? Where to go?”
“Akang also want to join najai aja!”
“Iiih or wait here!”
“No need ah! No friends here!”
“Hmm yes already let's go then!”
“Why you? Yes I've been waiting here alone, alone, lonely, in the stay wife!”
“Iiiiiih that's not it! Come on come with me! Not papa! Come!”
“Totally?”
“Iya come!”
“Okey gass!” Royyan immediately took Nadhirah's hand and went to the madrasyah where the santri taught.
“You didn't bring a book?” ask Royyan.
“This?!” Nadhirah showed her book which she carried with her right hand, while her left hand was held by Royyan.
“ya time want to pay no book?!”
“Nyindir?”
“Nyindir what?”
“Kan akang who want to paycheck do not bring a book!”
“Hhahah, yes naha atuh!”
“And the book of tea at baitussalam! Don't bring your book here!” Nadhirah laughed at her husband's reply. “Whose teaching is who?” royyan asked Nadhirah to stop laughing at him.
“Ustadz Mahdi!”
“Then Nadh ah!”
“Yeeeh who wants to try?!”
Eventually Nadhirah and Royyan entered the madrassah and separated there. Nadhirah immediately went and sat down next to the female. Royyan sat next to the man. But, Ustadz Mahdi who saw Royyan sitting at the very least, instead called Royyan and told Royyan to come forward.
“Eh there's Ustadz Royyan! To the front ustadz!” the Ustadz Mahdi.
“eh?” Royyan even embarrassed himself because now all the santri look towards him.
“kadieu pangersa! Kapayun!” ustadz Mahdi said again.
“Aduh, efficient kang didieu wae!” royyan replied that fortunately he could speak Sundanese.
“sok hing kadie! New gera ngen!” again Ustadz Mahdi told Royyan to come forward to introduce himself.
With constancy and shame, Royyan advanced with no escape from the sight of the santri.
“Pang nyandakeun chair!” ustadz Mahdi on one of the santri.
“Ah teu kedah!” royyan said as he was about to arrive at the front.
“Four Fahri!” ustadz Mahdi. Not long, with a pseudo-running santri named Fahri it came back while carrying a chair.
“Sitting Den!” ustadz Mahdi.
“Ah I am here aja kang!” royyan replied, sitting down.
“eeeeh cepet!” Ustadz Mahdi forced again so that Royyan moved to sit again on the chair that had been provided.
“Nah barudak, stay in kadieu! Ieu anom Ustadz tea! Young ustadz! Son of Kyai Hatim! Sohor's teachings! Well ajengan anom ieu teh caroge putri abah, almukarom guru urang sarea! Caroge neng Nadhirah! Ayeuna is very fond of timeos so that anjeuna nepangkeun dirina! Sok den! Saha tea cubit!” ustadz Mahdi introduced Royyan as the husband of Nadhirah. Ustadz Mahdi also invited Royyan to introduce him.
