When I Started to Realize It

Part 2's. Turbulences

ULULE

" I'm sorry, maybe if Neng Ifa is bored here or how," I said to feel sorry for Kyai Ghufron's daughter, who was, the incident is the brother of the first generation of alma mater as well as the teacher of Sufism Abah when nyantri in Banjar Melati first.

" Ndak kok Gus, Ifa even seneng can be happy here, then also mba-mba already in ngajakin Ifa around the decks here." Answer with a simple smile.

Subhanallah, a blushing face wrapped in a pink hijab and a matching robe that looks very beautiful.

Truly, it is this cool heart to see the faces of the women who are longed for by the paradise of Mu Allah, the woman who keeps her beauty only so that you are ridhoi of her net.

" B... By the way, didn't Gus Ulul think to emigrate like Gus Hamdan and Gus Rifki?" Neng Ifa asked a glance at me. Me and Neng Ifa are only 4 years old. So maybe because the age distance is not too far, we seem familiar and connected.

I smiled briefly, though,

" Maybe if seen, can be an important figure and sail the ocean of learning in the land of Islamic civilization the sohabat and tabi'in is an honor Neng, as well as the true pride in the heart because of their closeness, but God may have put me on a more glorious path, continuing to be by Abah and Umi's side when he-he began to age, God willing," I replied.

" Subhanallah, Ifa likes the same view of Nyan, Gus,

" Ifa can ask you something?" Still with a distinctive soft tone.

" Just ask, Neng Ifa does not need to excuse me if you want to ask me something, do not hesitate," I responded.

" Can Nyan tell Ifa about love according to Nyan?"

" So, just wanted to ask that?" Ask me to make sure.

" Saman aja Gus, I am younger than Nyan, Ifa emang dzurriyah from Abah, brother and teacher Abahah Gus Ulul, but on the other hand, Ifa is still Ifa, the maqom itself has not been given openness. So, treat Ifa like a junior or Nyan's friend." Sangkal Neng Ifa's.

H... Glory be to You Allah, I have only known Neng Ifa for his visit 2 days ago to Lonkali. It was only from the rumors of the conversation of the santri princess, but on the third day of his existence, you gave me the opportunity through the mandate of Abah to know it directly.

" hm...

" I think love is a weapon. Like a sword, a knife, a bow, or something. How beneficial and harmful it is depends on its fa'il, or the perpetrator who holds control over the object.

"Love is fitrah, Sunnatulloh, God presents everything with His love, including love, so, we are required to fulfill the right of love, that is, to begin with a good beginning, and take care of it in a good way, because love is basically a form of holiness. Things to keep holy."

" Is there anything else?" I looked at him for a moment.

" Love is not from a man to a woman, or vice versa. Nor is it from a younger person to an older person, or vice versa, but love is a manifestation of our willingness to let go of something, if it will bring about a good and create a benefit, than we embrace it more deeply,

" But that's in my opinion, whether it's in line with what saman means or not,"

" Ifa likes Nyan's argument" he replied.

" By the way, Neng Ifa why suddenly asked the question of love, saman again has a crush on someone?" Ask me who just greeted that simple smile again.

" Has Gus Ulul ever been in love?" Ask.

" me? If it were me, there's a lot I love right now,"

I smiled, the red hue on his face was very clear. A light blowing wind greeted our bodies that were exposed to the golden tinge of the sun, the afternoon was approaching. Slowly the sea water that pulled over our feet also felt cooler.

" No, God has not given me the opportunity for that kind of risky love,

" it's late in the afternoon, we should go back to the boarding school" I asked.

" Come," he answered. We walked together towards the pesantren not too far away.

" Saman will be back in Lasem when?" Ask me just want to know.

" Maybe a day or two ahead of Gus" he said. I am a mangosteen in response to the statement he made.

Neng Ifa is a discussion and sharing friend who is a fun, broad-minded and well-mannered woman. Marvellously. Allahs... If perhaps you would have tethered my heart to her, I would have kept her in chastity.

" Athaghfirullohal'adhim, what's wrong with me,"

" What's up Gus?" Neng Ifa asked with a confused face.

" Ah, I'm not papa, "

Not felt, a simple gate Lonkali made of pring has been seen, 10 meters ahead there.

" Gus, man,"

" Dalem" I replied.

" Thank you for the time,"

" Hm, it is the duty of the host to satisfy his guest,"

" This, for Nyan," singled out the batik pattern paper bag that he had been carrying. I accepted it awkwardly.

" As a symbol of our brotherhood, may Allah always protect Nyan, assalamualaikum," he said, then passed first.

" Wa alaikum salam," I looked at him entering the pesantren gate to the santri putri neighborhood, because Neng Ifa himself also did not deign to spend the night in ndalem without compromising respect and ta' dhimnya to Abah and Umi, then switch on the paper bag that is in my grip alternately. I was still silent, in my position, 10 meters in front of the Lonkali arch. Allahs...

" Subhanallahiwal hamdulillahi wala"

" Welcome to continue in gusan aja Gus, sok mangosteen,"

I looked, I looked,

" That's it, Fahrizal adzan cooks until he doesn't," he continued walking ahead of me.

" Astaghfirullohal..." I continued my step into the boarding school with Fatih's step.