Young Jurist

96. POV Rosyidah's

My name is Rosyidah Fauziah. I'm the youngest of three brothers. I have two very good brothers with me. They are also the ones who help pay for tuition fees while in Cairo.

And, a great happiness for both my parents, because their efforts to get a daughter succeeded. And that is me, Rosyidah Fauziah.

After returning from Cairo I was very interested in helping teach at the cottage founded by my parents. For us, dawah is the price of death. Therefore, we try as much as possible to free the cost for underprivileged students. Their intention is noble, to find the provision of the afterlife, yes we who are content can not help them?

At first it was just a small house. A poor neighbor of ours could only teach in our house, because it cost nothing to send them to school. Plus, he doesn't understand religion.

Over time the surrounding community also began to be interested in including his daughter's son to study at our house and the increasing number of participants. So that teaching activities should be divided into several waves. To be effective in teaching.

A friend of Abi who happened to be a friend at home was very interested in the enthusiasm of children. So that he willingly donated the new Qur'an mushaf to support learning activities.

Finally, the learning activities turned into activities such as school because it is handled by professional educators. Even some of the santri guardians also prefer to put their children into our teaching house rather than to school, because they see their educators who are very qualified, so they managed to make their daughter's son better.

Letting one of the santri guardians about expanding the building to make a boarding house can only be amenable to us, although we ourselves also do not know when that time arrives.

And it turns out that God is listening to our prayers. Santri guardians of the people can always make donations without us ever asking for it, either in the form of money, books or other supporting facilities.

Two years later, the desire to create a boarding school was finally realized. And for that abi must be willing to resign from a school where he taught all this time.

The increasing number of students makes us have to move quickly to find additional educators. Thank God, my two brothers who are entrepreneurs are willing to pour funds to pay educators. Sometimes they also help teach, even though their activities are very solid.

And until now more and more people are making donations. According to Abi, the biggest donor was a well-mannered, handsome and successful young man named Reyhan.

Abi told me Reyhan's success story, which made me admire him even more, when we first met. That coincided with my return from Cairo which coincided with his visit at that time in the cottage. It's like getting a durian crumble when I see it.

It turned out to be true what abi said, he was a well-mannered young man. Always keep your eyes down when dealing with the opposite sex.

I wondered what his daily life was like. He was willing to sacrifice his time to take abi to his brother's house to teach religious knowledge. Though I am sure, behind his success, must be a lot of time seized.

A month had passed, unexpectedly he also gave wages to abi for helping to teach his brother. At first abi refused, but he was always pushy, so with a heavy heart abi finally accepted.

A golden opportunity dear to miss, when abi asked me to replace her teach brother Reyhan. I immediately agreed.

And that afternoon we went together to Reyhan's brother's house.

Allah, I was amazed when I arrived. His house is like a palace. The area is equivalent to our pesantren cottage building. I think the inhabitants are many, so the house is big. It turned out that the nuclear family only had 3 people, besides they were art and security guards. What is nothing to lose for a house of this size, if it turns out the residents are only a few.

We were very well received by Reyhan's brother. Although rich but not arrogant, and very friendly, it was my first assessment with brother Reyhan.

Assembly activities would begin, suddenly startled by the sound of greetings. Everyone answered the greetings while looking at the source of the voice including me.

At once we were hypnotized to see a beautiful woman standing at the door.

'As an angel.' I thought. He began to walk gracefully and sat in the middle of his parents.

"Can it begin now with the Ustadzah of the assembly?" ask her in a soft voice. I also nodded with a smile.

The first activity after opening is reading iqro'. Unexpectedly, it turns out that her beauty is not comparable to her ability to read iqro' which still looks like an SD child. Stuttering he recites each letter. But he looked very excited, until the sweat soaked his smooth white face. I like his spirit. She is Laura Arabela. A beautiful name on her face.

From now on, I also participate in helping to accompany abi when filling the assembly. When abi can't I replace him.

Laura's mother looks increasingly fluent in reading iqro'. When we're finished, we'll tell her in her room. The more days we become familiar.

"Assalamu'alaikum" I said, but there was no word. With a slow step I approached him who was still lying with a pale face.

"It feels hot." my sizzle, when it touched his forehead. I rushed down to tell her parents.

They all went upstairs, after hearing from me.

"Reyhan, hurry up and hold Laura! We need to get him to the hospital immediately." said Mr. Atmaja.

'Lhoh, why not Mr Atmaja who holds Laura's mother? why Reyhan. They are just brothers.' My mind does not accept.

"Let's hurry Reyhan!" shouted Mr. Atmaja once again because he saw Reyhan was still silent and we exchanged looks.

After the cry of the second Atmaja, then he approached mbak Laura. Quickly he carried it.

'Astaghfirullah.' My inner self when I saw the appearance of Laura's mother who was very different from usual. Because he was wearing only minimal clothes. While I saw Reyhan mas not shy to see and lift the body mbak Laura.

'Are they used to it?' my mind is full of question marks.

In a hurry Reyhan immediately walked down the stairs. My mind was confused to see the behavior of this family. Until finally Reyhan admonished me when I was still standing outside the car.

"I have to drive Miss Laura to the hospital now. Do you want to come or wait here before I take you home?" said it.

I immediately nodded and got in the car. In the car I thought again, why did Reyhan always mention the two parents mbak Laura with the name papa and mama like his own parents? You should be able to call him uncle or om. Why does she keep calling Laura Miss? A call I've never heard before. Is it a special call for both? Or just a regular call? I want Reyhan to call me that too. But how do I deliver it?

'Miss Rosyidah, it's about right?' My mind, then suddenly Ani's mother told Reyhan mas to slow down the speed of his vehicle with a slightly high voice so I looked at Reyhan mas who was sitting next to me. I didn't think her face looked so anxious that she didn't realize she was speeding.

Arriving at the hospital, Mas Reyhan also returned to hold Laura's mother. All eyes were on the two who looked like a married couple not like brothers.

For several days mbak Laura in the care, I routinely visit. At first I was shocked when I saw that Laura was conscious but not wearing a hijab. She was also as shocked as me, but I immediately smiled so that she would not be awkward. Since then, she has not hesitated when she met me in a state of not wearing a hijab. Moreover, the doctor who treated him was a young man. But, I dare not to reprimand him.

During Laura's hospital stay, I wondered why Reyhan never visited her. To ask me, until finally that afternoon he came.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Reyhan. I looked at him while answering his greetings but he even saw Laura's dumbass mother.

"Alhamdulillah mas, mbak Laura has been allowed to go home" I said, but he did not respond to my words and instead approached mbak Laura, asking her the situation.

"Why did you just visit me?" said Laura with spoiled. Lhoh, what was that attitude like when he was sick? Why does it look so spoiled. Different than usual.

Mas Reyhan gave souvenirs to mbak Laura after the seminar, and immediately opened. Laura looks happy. As if the world belonged to both of them, they didn't tell me stories at all.

After finishing the story, Reyhan immediately paid the administration before going home. It was a good opportunity for me to ask about Reyhan.

"Please dong mbak, explained to me, actually mas Reyhan is his son uncle or om mbak Laura?" I said, but Laura was silent and did not answer immediately.

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