Gold And Diamond
Part 16 ”United Heart”
Don't forget to pray. Bismillah 😃😃
In addition to teaching at the Mahbubah Pesantren Foundation, Abimana also opened a private tutoring place called LBB Najah. It was only established a year ago after he successfully raised about 500 million funds. There are still many shortcomings, but at least the place is worth using to shelter students who are interested in learning Arabic. LBB Najah students have so far reached 32 children who are divided into three classes, basic, advanced, pro. And, of course he is the person in charge of the LBB, tasked with holding all the activity control of all LBB— teachers currently there are four teachers who successfully recruited and met all standardized qualifications, while the other three are his fellow students studying in Al-Azhar first.
In addition to taking care of LBB Najah, already two years ago since he graduated graduate, he also focused on developing his food stall. Initially only a vegetable stall on the porch of the house sold by his mother. That's not much either. But, after he tried to open the flayer catering spread on social media, his fans are now getting better. In addition to already set up his shop near rumah—about two hundred meters from rumah—he receives orders for hawakatan, aqiqah, wedding buffet, and so on. And, it has also hired six neighbors where they were all once housewives.
Abimea Gulzar. People call him Abi. The second of four children. Her first sister who was married and had brought her husband to Rembang is now at the Pasuruan house after seven months of second children. His first brother completed his undergraduate studies at UIN SUKA Yogyakarta, while his second sister who was a new girl entered MAN. His own father is a modin and businessman food stalls with his wife.
Tonight, after a group with an LBB teacher, Abimana chatted with her father in the living room—waiting for her younger sister to do schoolwork.
“Mas, what is tafdil?”
“Size:100,000, QNET, ⁇ 000. How to bedain gini, Cil. You see that manut wazan what? Af’alu right? Is there a tanwin? Must not be married and must be wazan ⁇ ⁇ Hitts. ؟ “ Abimana sitting.
“Where isim tafdilnya?”
“That's ⁇ , right?”
Abimana.
“If the difference is mutsanna, tasniyah, same muanats what?”
“Which is different muanats.”
“Muanats are opponents he said mudzakkar, Mas?”
“Iya.”
His father was seriously reading a small note in a book during the Nyatri first.
“Pak, I met Nana. Why didn't you ever tell me his parents were dead?”
“It's been a long time. You're still in nyantri in Rembang. Why suddenly talk about it?”
“She is now very mature and independent.”
Mr. Cipto looked at him for a moment. Taking glasses. “I know what you mean. I don't know hear you praise women. Yes this new. What was? Nana the little boy you liked first, you just met him?”
“I went to his house. If it wasn't for me picking up Nurmaya santri Gus Omar's ndalem, I wouldn't have been able to recognize her face, sir. He's not like he used to be.”
“Father I think after you go to Egypt four years your taste will change, Bi, Abi. I'm not sure, your love for Nana used to still survive until now.”
“Nana who, Mas?” ask Niar.
“Demen-demenane Masmu, Cah Ayu.”
“Cieeee, Mas. Mas Abi wants to find a girlfriend. Abi is old. Gondrong hair is so ripe yet have a sidecar. Shy same truck, Mas Abi.” Niar laughed at Abi's expression pretending to ignore her.
“You if you marry her, you will stay there. Children today if sought the most yes ndak want.”
“Near, Sir. Can hero-wiri.”
“Not so fast, sir. We don't know very well. I also still want to get to know him further.”
“Ho.oh. Ta’aruf. You suggest, you be a man should be easy to spell. Women are easy to do, Bi. Rather than being groomed (taken) by other men. If for example later he fits, take your Father and Mother there.”
***
Kala suddenly daydreamed in the middle of the unfinished verse repeated. His eyes were blank looking at the courtyard. He wanted to smile for a while as the face flashed. The long-haired man made her ask. Who are his parents? How's life? How many brothers? Where does he live? One important thing, he wanted to know how the lives of the students who studied in Cairo Al-Azhar.
Since Syarif suggested that he look for information about college scholarships there, then he was met with Abimana, secretly it makes his heart bloom filled with admiration. Tonight, his murajaah was a little distracted because of all that. The face kept twisting in his head as he tried to repeat the verse.
Not to mention when Abimana tried to tie and wash her hair neatly. At first Kala did not know that apparently Abimana was as long-haired as Gus Omar. The difference is, the hair is immersed in black skullcap. Honestly speaking, he was indeed fascinated by Abimana's attitude and appearance which was like flowing mountain water, cold and calm. From the way Abimana gave money to Nurmaya this afternoon, also made him believe that Abimana was a student who was very nervous about the teacher's orders. Unexpectedly, his willingness to be sexy publicist even made him reunited with Abimana Gulzar. Al-Azhar Cairo graduate teacher whose status is now single and a santri.
“La, help me. There's a new pesen seserahan. Stock items are still there, you stay packing. Only pesen shoes are the same mukena canal,” pinta Vey who still holds a brush.
Kala stood up straight away. He asked a question, “Onni, this month's income is not as much as last month as he thought. Yes, right?”
“Because. Its nothing. It is important that our needs are still sufficient. La, you open private lessons njai can also.”
“I'll only have a bicycle. If his son asks me to come to the house how?”
“Say me come here. You only open private hours in the afternoon and run out magrib. Make an advertisement on the website. You only accept if you want online.”
“Yes, I've tried it sometime. I asked Syarif to make the ad.”
Go to the warehouse. Take out the mukena stock and shoes that are two pieces. Also all the need to pack the handouts, such as glue, ribbon, flowers, cardboard, and other decorations.
While sitting down she asked, “Onni, tomorrow who lives in this house?”
“Yes we are alone.”
“I mean that Onni is married. And..I'm also married.” he said a little awkwardly.
Vey watched Kala without saying. Kala melengos while throwing the word, “Onni, why see I'm rich? Not funny.”
“Tumben you talked about that?”
“Surely one of us will stay. Is it possible that the brothers stayed one roof when he was married?”
“Maybe.”
“Onni, women must be losing. When does Onni have a marriage plan? Onni why not hunt candidates?”
“I still have your dependents,” Vey replied seriously.
Suddenly fell down. “Where is our life if we get married later? Can we still be rich gini, yes, Onni?”
Vey suddenly felt guilty. Just this time he saw Kala grieving about the future if what Kala usually always sparkles. He watched Kala who was cutting the cardboard.
Vey is facing the painting. Budging. “Yes God, I don't think that far. He really reminds me. How's this?” his inner.
