When My Wish Is In Line With My Destiny

3. Muhammad Zainal Adnani's

"Sir Ana, look at Ika's book?" ask the confused Ika.

"no!" answer Anna.

"where are you really at, brother?" ask Anna.

"I forgot as Ika remembered, Ika was placed in Ika bag but now there is no yes. "the answer is still filled with confusion.

"this is bukune." Dina came to bring the fiqh textbook to Ika.

"eh point yes this book Ika point of thanks, Kak Din" he said.

"eat him as a frivolous ojo" said Dina with her Japanese accent.

"indeed Big Brother got where Ika's fiqh book came from." asked Ika with her innocent face.

"from the bathroom, it's a good thing not to enter the comberan." replied Dina a little insistent.

"yes, don't push dong! his name is also Ika forgot the point as Ika remember, Ika fiqihnya book is located in Ika bag. sorry Kak Dina. "said Ika with a low voice.

"don't make it clear dong said, Kak Dina is a Javanese who is famous for his gentleness . "by the way can't be hustled ntar, not recognized as a Javanese anymore, you know, sweet Kak Dina." canda Ika with a big smile.

"uhuh....... "Dina breathed out her frustration.

"yes, sister, let's have breakfast in late ntar to enter his class." take Ika.

"oh yeah..... Where is Zizi with the new santri? "ask Ana.

"who does that mean to you? Icha Brother? I asked back. Ana's intruding.

"no idea, it looks like they came out first" replied Dina.

"well, the point is not to jump in anyway" said Ika a little annoyed.

"yes, do not need to be spoiled, just stay dysusulin is difficult." Ana spoke the words of Ika.

"let's go over there." let's get up from his seat again.

the three of them came out of the room with learning equipment, first they had breakfast in the boarding school kitchen before entering their respective classes.

it turned out that Dina's guess was right, there was already Zizi and Icha at that point they were still sitting without any dishes in front of them, because Zizi and Icha were still waiting for their three friends again.

"assalamualaikum" said the three of them who had just arrived.

"waalaikumsalam" replied Icha and Zizi.

"it is true that they are here first" said Dina while sitting with them.

"sorry yes, we did not talk to you first if you want to come here" said Zizi.

"it's okay, now we're all here, let's eat." said Dina.

"okay! let me be the same Sister Ana who prepared, let's go An."

Ika volunteered as she got up from her seat and pulled Anna's hand.

"they are very familiar" said Icha.

"yeah! if it's close, like a pen the same book." but if it's coming, it's as far away as Sabang to Merauke. "and Dina with a smile.

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"assalamualaikum." Zain knocked on his door.

"waalaikumsalam" replied someone from inside the house.

"Mas Zain, Mr. Farhan" said asthma as he opened the door.

seeing that his brother had returned home, asthma also shook the hands of Zain and also Mr. Farhan.

"please enter Mr. Farhan." asma let him.

Mr. Farhan went into Zain's house.

"mother, where are the as?. "asked Zain to his sister.

"mother, it's in Mas's room, again nyuapin you eat." replied his sister.

"yes, come on sir, you're in the room." Zain asked Mr. Farhan.

"oh.. yes.. yes. "sahut Pak Farhan who followed Zain to his parents' room.

in this humble house Zain lived with his small family.This decades-old house, holds many memories for Zain and his sister. both of his parents who have left their house to Zain and hope that he can keep this house until anytime.

in that simple room, there was already a mother who accompanied the Father to eat a meal of steaming rice little by little to restore his energy.

"assalamualaikum" says asma.

"waalaikumsalam." answered the mother from within.

"oh. yes, please come in sir." I'm letting her.

"assalamualaikum." Mr. Ilham, said Mr. Farhan.

"waalaikumsalam" replied Mr. Ilham in a still weak voice.

"Pak Farhan was sitting next to Mr. Ilham with a chair that had been provided by asthma before.

"how are you, sir." asked Mr. Farhan, who looked at his friend's pity.

"Alhamdulillah Sir. has been rather mengingan. "hahut he. Mr. Farhan and Mr. Ilham are friends who are so close from long ago, they both take care of the mosque they have built together before the point of passing the bitter sweetness of life, when they were both dropped and not appreciated at all by the people around him, Mr. Farhan always cheered Mr. Ilham and his family, Mr. Farhan who is indeed a rich man is so generous, friendly with Mr. Ilham simple.

the accident suffered by Mr. Ilham resulted from his work as a porters building point because he wanted to save the lives of others Mr. Ilham sacrificed himself struck by debris that fell from above to make him have to be rushed to the hospital.

"Alhamdulillah Mr. Farhan now he can walk slowly to slowly. "tell mom.

"thankfully thank God, I am also relieved to hear it. I'm sorry Mr. Ilham because only now can I come here, before I was too busy with work in the office." said Mr. Farhan.

"yes sir the point is okay, I'm glad you already want to come here to see me." said Mr. Ilham.

"drink first sir teanya." asthma by bringing a glass of warm tea.

"yes, thank you for asthma" he said.

"sama-sama Sir." he said.

"if so I go out first please continue talking" said the mother who was about to leave.

"oh yes Ma'am. "

"no sir, it's not at all disturbing" said the mother.

my mother and asthma were out of the room.

"your gold ndi, ndok?"ask mommy about asthma.

"don't know Mom seemed like Mas was in the middle room" replied asthma.

mother peeked a little into the middle room, and right there was Zain sitting alone, mother and asthma came to him.

"Zain.."call his mother who was already beside him.

"uh. "Zain awoke from his daydream.

"what's up Zain, what's wrong? "asked mom while patting her shoulder.

" ndak Ma'am, there is nothing, "he replied with a smile.

"loh, I've come out instead of it was still nemenin the father in the room." asked Zain to switch the conversation.

"well earlier, now there are friends father yes mother out anyway le segen, not polite. "sahut mother.

Zain smiled.

"how did Zain, the day after so back to the pesantren." asked the mother to discuss the conversation yesterday.

"Zain was silent for a moment.

"Zain also does not know Mom, actually Zain also wants to go there again but you have not healed" said Zain.

"loh how anyway Zain kok do not know that point is your teacher request kyai loh ndak yang if rejected.don't think Father, there is a mother who can still take care of the father. "

mother gave her opinion.

"yes mas, back to the pesantren there is still asthma here, asthma will take care of the father of the mother really." asthma suggested.

"you can't also nduk, you also have to go back to the pesantren." prevent mother.

"but not ma'am.

"as, whatever the circumstances you also have to return to the pesantren. your quran is not finished anyway, the cost problem does not need to think Mas later who help. "strictly Zain.

asma speechless.

"you most of all have to go back to pesantren, Mas is not ridho if you do not return to pesantren." continued Zain again.

"listen to nduk mas you say."

"yes Bu Asma hear, the first asthma will be back before Mas Zain." said asthma.

"yes let us directly later who will send you to the boarding school" continued Zain.

"already, the two of you really have to go back to the boarding school do not need to think about Father point let mother who take care, do not think about mother too, do not need to think about mother too, there is still God who will take care of mother and father yes Zain, asthma you both are the pride of the same mother Father.so, whatever the circumstances you must continue your learning until it is finished ya. "said the mother while embracing her two favorite children.

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