Behind the Pillar of the Mosque
0.3 New steps

kreeekkkk...the door of the room is open, one room with several beds without a bed becomes the first sight that Adiba saw after they entered a room that is large enough...

"yeah Alloh, is Diba able to live the scenario of Your destiny is Allaah,..this is too difficult for Diba,, but will not Egnkau not burden something to Your creation beyond his ability???..accompany Diba ya Alloh,.friend Diba...."

inner Diba continued to make a sound, his hand was seen squeezing the end of the rope bag that was being carried, his steps felt so heavy, as if his feet were tied to a rope that forced him to retreat.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat...."

Faizah gave his greetings while greeting one santri who was putting his clothes into one of the cabinets in the corner of the room.

"wa'allikumsalam..."

santri turned her head, pulled one end of her lips, then approached, shook her hand and helped Adiba enter the room.

"mayo mba, bed mba Deket with my bed, at the end there, we will be a sleeping neighbor".

"grip mba,." replied Adiba is still short dense and clear, not because of what, but because half his soul is not here, his soul is rebelling to return to his home.

"oh, my name is Mia, whose name is mba??"Mia extended her hand.

"Adiba,.could call Diba.."..Adiba receives Mia's helping hand with a smile made as sweet as possible

Adiba puts his shirt in the closet at the help of mama and Faizah, while Mia looks to be preparing a bed for Diba, the bed that was rolled up has been opened and installed in Sprai.

"mba Diba, Mia want to take a bath first yes, about later if santriwati has finished her salary, ngantri bath tuh kaya ngantri take free tobacco"crocos Mia while passing away leaving Adiba and his mother.

"Diba, you have to feel at home here,, must be strong, inget, mama and father do this for your good, mama wants you to be a woman who is missed by heaven, being a child who will be able to pick up mom and dad to the most beautiful place that God prepared for his people,..Diba....is not He who we gather not only in this world???Diba want us to gather until the paradise of Alloh????"

mama Diba hugged his favorite child, stroked the top of his head, gave a kiss there.

"nggih ma'am, though,...Diba insya Alloh will be at home here, Diba wants to be a woman who is missed by heaven ma"..Diba trisak, no longer able to continue his words, he said restrained, he said, defeated by the clear granules that are now starting to come out of the nest.

"In the good boy,.absorb knowledge here as much as it can be read, balance between your lecture and your mistress,, Diba has grown up, Diba has been able to manage time, has been able to choose which is best for Diba..."

"yes ma, ..doain yes ma..."

"mama's prayers are always with wherever Diba goes ..ayo goes down.meet all the fathers of sowan kyai Sidiq..."

Adiba went down the second floor of the Princess boarding school Darrul Muttaqin, at a glance Diba glanced at the mosque courtyard which was clearly displayed from where the incandescent now was, seen so many human children passing by there,..santri putra has with her sarong and kokonya, while santri princess is seen wearing a mukena that they roll up close to the chest.

after meeting with his father and sowan to Kyai Sidiq, Adiba now takes his parents to the car they were riding in.

"dad mama pamit dear,.at home yes..inget this form of your obligation to study, Diba must be sincere in living it,,, father knows this is heavy for Diba, but all for the good of Diba"..

Diba was already unable to speak, only able to hug both his parents, watching their departure back to his village accompanied by a determination that had been rounded in his mind, yes.he was determined,,, not at home, not at home, He had to survive in this pesantren, because Diba wanted to be a woman who missed heaven.