Ustadz Idol

Mr. Teacher or Mr. Ustadz

Sari deliberately took a bath before the 'Asar prayer, after the Sari prayer looking for a long shirt that can be used to teach.

" Why are all my clothes short?, this one is long but his arms are broad, hufft....", Sari exhaled a long breath.

" It's four and a quarter, it's impossible to go out to buy long clothes first, how is this?", Sari is still looking for who knows there are long clothes tucked away, but still zonk.

" If you wear a hoodie or jacket must be very hot", murmured Sari.

Bi Nunung who passed through Sari's room was curious to see Sari's behavior flipping through the clothes visible from the outside, because the door of her room was open.

" Why Mba Sari?, do I want to iron his clothes?, but aunt saw yesterday, everything is neat and slippery".

" Bi, aunty has a long shirt?, which can be used for njai", forced Sari to ask the absurd thing on her grandfather's handcuffs.

" There's a lot, what do you want to do Sari mba?".

" Borrowing sari can not?, Sari does not have long clothes, at 4 later Sari wants to njai".

Bi Nunung his expression was like mocking Sari, making Sari increasingly sewot, had been looking for clothes that did not nemu-nemu, even in ridicule with bi Nunung because he said he wanted to njai.

" Ih aunt, Sari seriously even her aunt is so..!".

Sari's getting sullen.

" I'm sorry mba Sari, but the aunt's clothes are mothers' clothes, continue to be ugly, mba Sari will not like it if you have seen her clothes, continue to be great, the body of the aunt is puffed up, the body of the aunt is puffed up, mending open the closet lateumah grandma Atun, certainly a lot of long clothes that can be used to teach, and nice, the posture of grandma Atun right 11-12 the same mba Sari".

"It's also Bi Nunung's advice, why didn't I think about getting there from then on?".

" Where is Grandmother's shirt?".

" Come with aunt Mba Sari", bi Nunung walks into a room that is not too spacious, and contains only two large cabinets.

Bi Nunung took the key that was on top of that closet. And when the door opened, so many clothes were stored in the closet. Atun's grandmother's clothes, still nice and fragrant. Maybe because it just moved into this closet one week ago, so it's still all clean.

Sari look at the clothes hanging, there are many beautiful gamis, it turns out that the taste of Atun's grandmother is not like her age is old (old), her relics are in accordance with Sari's taste. Simple and not excessive, not as tacky as the tastes of most grandmothers or socialite mothers who like fancy clothes and bling-bling.

Sari chose a peach-colored robe and there is a soft pink circular ribbon on the waist.

" Grandmother's veil is kept where is Bi?",

Bi Nunung directly pulled the drawer that was at the bottom of the closet. Almost all the colors of the hijab were in that drawer, Sari was as gleeful as finding a treasure.

" Thank you for your relics grandmother, Sari will always pray for grandmother to go to heaven, after Sari can read the Quran later".

Bi Nunung's eyes glazed over feeling overwhelmed by the sentence Sari had just said.

Because bi Nunung knows how much Grandma Atun feels for her grandchildren. Atun's grandmother always prayed for all her grandchildren in her prayer every time she finished praying five times and in one third of the night.

Bi Nunung who often woke up in the middle of the night and met Grandma Atun was praying at night at a small mosque in the house. Bi Nunung also firmly believes that Atun's grandmother must have gone to heaven, with or without the do'a of her grandchildren.

Sari wearing peach-colored and hijab with soft pink color adjust the color of the ribbon that is circular at the waist of the game. Sari had to open a tutorial on how to use the hijab on YouTube first, because previously Sari only wore an instant hijab, even then only a few times can be counted with fingers. Maybe when I just left.

Sari stared at her reflection in the mirror as she sways.

" Waduh... ayu tenan Mba Sari, kayak artist sopo iku?, hem... who became Rumana in the porridge on the hajj", Bi Nunung praised the beauty of Sari who wore hijab, who was a porridge, he said it looked like the image of Kirana.

" Thank you aunt, I'm hard-earned to make this hijab, but fortunately, it was not as hot as I imagined, hihihi", Sari was happy to hear the praise from bi Nunung.

Tok...

" I'm sorry Mba Sari was told to go to the guest room, said Grandpa, iftadz Musa has arrived".

Sari looked at the clock on the wall of her room,

" oh, my goodness it was four hours and ten minutes, I did not realize because of the complicated tutorial follow wearing a hijab", Sari immediately ran out to the living room. And stop in front of a sideboard closet that blocks the living room with a relaxing room.

Grandfather was busy chatting with a man wearing navy and black peci clothes, sitting back to Sari's current direction.

" It must have been Musa's ustadz", Sari's inner self as she looked at the back view of the ustadz that would teach her, "it seemed younger than I had imagined".

" Come here, this is ustadz Moses who will teach you to learn to read the Quran, he has also brought iqra, as you requested".

Sari smiled as she walked over to Atmo's grandfather and Musa's ustadz, but when she reached beside grandfather and looked at Musa's face the smile on Sari's lips instantly disappeared. Sari's face immediately turned tense and misbehaved.

" Greet Ustadz Musa" said Grandpa Atmo.

" Assalamualaikum ustadz", Sari immediately lowered her head and swallowed her saliva when she found out that Ustadz Musa was a religious teacher who had been teaching in her class this morning.

" Ustadz Musa is a graduate of Al-Azhar, just returned home a few months from Cairo, he also taught religious lessons at your school, Mr. Irsyad your principal recommended him, he said among all the teachers there, according to Reuters, ustadz Irsyad most can explain and convey the lesson well, hopefully grandfather's grandchildren can quickly read the Koran yes". Grandpa Atmo rubbed Sari's arm.

" It turns out that grandpa's granddaughter is pretty disposable hijab".

" Please start by teaching him Tadz.., I have business to Irsyad sir's house for a while. Let Bi Nunung later I ask your friends here, I stay first ustadz Musa, please guided my grandson ", Grandpa Atmo back to call Bi Nunung, then out through the side door.

***

The atmosphere of the living room became quiet when Sari and Moses were alone.

" Sit down, why stand up?, do you want to learn while standing?"

Sari sat in a wooden chair facing Ustadz Musa.

" So the obstacle that was finished this morning?", Moses still remembered the lie that Sari had told him this morning. Intentionally offended.

" I'm sorry because Sari lied earlier, but really Sari was forced to do it, Sari did not want to laugh with other friends because she could not read the Koran" Sari still lowered her head.

" So that's why you're lying?, even if it's like that, still you can't lie anymore, it's enough once".

" Does that mean Mr. guru...uh I mean sir ustad already sorry that this morning?, well I call him Mr. ustadz or Pak guru", Sari scratched her headscarf though it did not feel itchy.

" Hey..."

" The answer is 'hem', a sentence that is not clear meaning, so I just assume that he has forgiven me" said Sari.

Bu Nunung came out in a row, huddled,

" Mba Sari and pak ustadz, sorry aunt told Grandpa to make Nemenin Mba Sari bajaki, but this aunt can not nemenin, aunt again cook for iftar later, but this is not good, let's not be a slander because it's just the two of you, the door aunt just open it yes, sorry aunt can not nemenin, the aunt looking for it even no boy, do not know where to go", Bu Nunung opened the door wide, then passed towards the kitchen again with a small run.

Sari and Musa just looked at Bi Nunung with a smile, because bi Nunung's body was puffed up, making him funny while running.

Sari waved her hand in front of Moses' face, leaving Moses in shock.

" Okay, Sari has decided, so if again teach Sari call him Mr. ustadz, if in the new school Sari call Mr. Guru, how do you agree ?".

" Could, whatever you are, it's getting late, so now it starts, it's been chatting with Grandpa Atmo, you ask for a full week of teaching him, so that next week can read the Koran, but I can not promise, because learning the Qur'an is not as simple as learning English or other foreign languages, one short length can mean different".

Sari nodded in understanding with the intention of utadz Musa's words.