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INTRODUCTIONS

In a small village at the southern end of Tulungagung town lived a beautiful and cheerful girl, her name was Najwa Qumaira. He was the son of father H. Abdullah and Salsabila's mother. Najwa, that's how people often call his name. He was the first of 4 children. Najwa was very affectionate with his younger brothers, Hasan, Abil and Zahra. This year is the year where Najwa will continue his education to the boarding school, the boarding school Miftahul Ulum Jombang. Pondok Miftahul Ulum is the cottage of Najwa's father studied when he was a teenager. Since childhood Najwa's father had determined that Najwa should serve in the cottage, because Najwa's father was very close to the family "ndalem" there.

(The ndalem family is a kyai family babysitter boarding school).

After completing his education in Tsanawiyah, Najwa was escorted by his father to Miftahul Ulum Jombang cottage to continue his education.

That day was his departure,

"Umi, Najwa asks for the blessing of Umi...."

"Yes my son, go to study, hopefully get useful knowledge...."

"Thank you umi.., Najwa dear umi." Najwa held back her tears.

"Sir Wawa.... Be careful, yeah," said his two sisters, and they embraced each other.

"Yes....

Don't be naughty, my brothers.... The same with Abah and Umi...."

"Yes sis...." They took turns shaking hands with their beloved sister.

"Zahra is beautiful.., don't fuss...."Najwa kissed her 8-month-old youngest sister with anxiety.

"Come Najwa.... Later in the afternoon until the cottage," remembered Najwa's father.

"Yes bah....

Umi.., Najwa departs.., assalamualaikum...."

That morning with the intention of a scientific fool, Najwa made up his resolve to serve in the cottage. Adhere and obey all the rules of the cottage, always ta'dzim to Abah kyai.

In the afternoon, Najwa arrived at the cottage. Abah Najwa sowan and send Najwa to Abah kyai Qomarudin as the caretaker of the boarding school Miftahul Ulum to sendiko dawuh(taat) helped the ndalem family. Abah Kyai gladly accepted Najwa and prayed for Najwa to gain useful knowledge.

After a few hours of chatting with Abah Kyai, Najwa's father said goodbye.

"Najwa.., Abah try to visit you as often as possible, seng krasan(aty) yes...."

"Yes bah..," said Najwa lowered his head to hold his cry.

"Be careful.., according to what Mr. Kyai said, God willing, blessing...."

"Yes bah.., Najwa will always remember Abah's message." Najwa's tears had no power to shed.

"Don't cry nduk ayu.., Abah and Umi will always pray for you...."

"Yes bah...." Najwa wiped away her tears.

"Yes, Abah pamit first, assalamualaikum."

"Goddessalam...."Najwa kisses his father's hand ta'dzim.

Najwa kept seeing his father walking out of the cottage, honestly Najwa was still a little afraid because this was the first time Najwa had to be away from both parents. While in front of the gate of the cottage, Najwa's father smiled and waved his hand, and when Najwa cried, Najwa wanted to run to his father, but it will never be done Najwa because it is his determination to make his parents happy and make them proud of the success of Najwa.

Najwa returned her father's smile to her heart, even though her tears could not stop dripping.

"Abaaaaahhhhhh...." Najwa's cry broke when her father had already exited the cottage and was not seen again.

"No Najwa.., don't cry, you have to be strong...." Inner Najwa. With a heavy heart Najwa entered the cottage.

"Qumaira Najwa?" ask one of the santri who take care of the new santri.

"Yes..," Najwa wiped away her tears.

"Come with me, I'll show you your room." he asked.

"Yes sis..," said Najwa following.

"Did you know, my name is Mufida.., just call me sister Fida."

"Yes, sister Fida."

"What do you want top room down? I'll show you."

"Upper room, brother,"

"Hmm.. alright.your room..," Fida thought for a moment.

Najwa faithfully waited while looking around which seemed to be still not crowded because some of the students still did not return to the cottage.

"E-3 room yes.... The head of the room mbak Eli, later you can acquaint yourself with the members of his room...."

"Yes sis...,"

"Ayow come with me. I show you the room...."

Najwa followed Fida's steps towards room E-3. At that time the atmosphere of the cottage was still a bit quiet. From room to room there is still only one two three students in each room.

"Well, this is your room.." said Fida surprised Najwa.

"eeee.... Yes brother.., thank you brother...."

"Mr Eli.... There's a new member.., please guide her yes...."

"Yes, brother Fida.," Eli said with a smile.

"Sister go first, if there is any need ask the same brother Eli alone." Fida's message before leaving Najwa.

"Yes sis...."

"Oh new sister..., what's her name?" ask Eli suddenly.

"I'm Najwa sis.., Najwa Qumaira...."

"OOO.., introduce my name Eli, Eli Maghfiroh."

"Sister Eli alone in this room?" najwa asked curiously because her room looked quiet.

"No, the four of us, but the others haven't returned yet. Maybe the day after tomorrow another one comes back."

"This is your locker.., the top one makes a book that's down for clothes. Timba and toiletries just put it outside." Bright Eli.

"Yes sis...." Najwa started packing his clothes and putting them in the locker.

"What class are you in?" ask Eli while lying down.

"If you formally enter this High School.., but if Diniyah is still class 2 Tsanawiyah sister...."

"That means we're the same age as dong.., don't call brother lah.., just call Eli."

"Sir Eli ..., eee sorry..., Eli also entered High School this year?"

"Yes.., one room here is all still first-class High School all,"

"REally...?"

"Yes.., later when they come back I will introduce...."

"Hmm..., Eli..., which house?"

"I am a native of Palembang.., this year I did not go home, so it was in the cottage first."

"So far..., you're not afraid?"

"It used to be early Junior High I was scared, but now it's normal.... You're the first time you've been in a cabin?" ask Eli enthusiastically.

"Yes.., this is the first time...." Najwa began to re-create.

"Have not been afraid.., there I am! Later there will also be friends.., there is the chatter Ziza and the paparazzi Mala."

"The chatty? The paparazzi?" Najwa's confused.

After they finished packing they chatted from A to Z, all of them discussed. Alhamdulillah Najwa is very compatible with Eli and it does not take long they have been friends.

*Inside of ndalem*

"Assynolong Abah...." Gus Azmi kissed his father's hand.

"Assalamualaikum umi..," also kissed his mother's hand.

"Goddessalam..."

"Have Gus gone home?" Ask umi.

"I've mi.... Today the 4th hour lecture is empty, so instead of hanging out on campus there is no silver lining I'm better at home just matla'ah(study) salary tomorrow." Gus Azmi Light.

Gus Azmi was the second son of Kyai Qomarudin and his mother Marfuu'ah. His older brother Gus Azka is married and lives in Pekalongan with his wife and children. Gus Azka himself has pioneered a new cottage in the Pekalongan area.

"Umi...., what is cooking today?"

"You see for yourself in the kitchen.., there are sea fish, eggs, anointing and more...."

"Azmi eat first mi...." Gus Azmi rushes to the kitchen while Abah and Umi are still chatting in the living room.

"Umi, there was a santri Abah who asked his son to join the servant in ndalem.., his name is Najwa from Tulungagung.... Umi knows yet?"

"But not yet bah.., but earlier mbak ndalem had told umi that there were new santri who helped in ndalem."

"Umi just call her son.., let umi get to know...."

"Yes bah.., later after the prayer ashar umi call his son."

*In the kitchen ndalem*

"Sir, what's cooking today?" Ask Gus Azmi on one of the santri ndalem.

"Gus cob fish balado cooking" replied santri grogi.

"Monggo Gus ...." The Santri immediately went out of the kitchen, Gus Azmi took the plate and chose the menu to eat.

Outside of ndalem, two santri wati called Gus Azmi are already excited themselves.

"Yes Allah mbaaakk.... Gus Azmi's handsome.., surprised me...." The whispers of santri.

"Yes mbak.., what a man dreams of trees...."

"Handsome, smart, sholeh anyway. Who doesn't like it. It's perfect...."

"If only I were the woman of choice mbak.., hmmm..., really want!"

"That's you, fantasizing again...."

They also laugh together feel lucky because it has been called the Gus who became the dream of all Miftahul Ulum hut santri.

In ndalem there are ten princess santri who are in charge of helping in ndalem, one of which is Najwa. After the Maghrib prayer, Umi asked Najwa to ndalem for sowan because it was during the time Najwa and his father came to Sowan, umi still lead the dhuhur worshipers in the pondok mushola.

"Assalamualaikum.., his Najwa mother was called umi...."

"Waalaikumsalam, yes mbak. I'll be sowan soon." Najwa immediately rushed over.

"Najwa..., are you with ndalem kah?" ask Eli.

"Yes, Abah I asked that."

"Why? You don't look..., hmm.., sorry...., santri is less capable?"

"Although barokah jeng..(hope blessings)" explained Najwa soon to ndalem.

"I went to ndalem first...."

Najwa immediately got ready, while Eli was still silent in astonishment.

"why? Want to go to Sowan?"

"No, that's...! Later counted the same caper Gus Azmi..," said Eli spontaneously.

"Azmi Gus? Who?" Inner Najwa, but without hesitation he still rushed to ndalem.

Najwa sped up for fear that Umi was waiting. He unknowingly crosses paths with Gus Azmi. Najwa did not know that he was the son of Kyai Qomarudin, so Najwa continued to walk without looking at him. But Gus Azmi is different, he paused for a moment because he was captivated by the scent of "Az-Zahra" perfume that Najwa wore as heavily as the wind.

"Who is santri?" Inner Gus Azmi.

"A new Santri?"

At first Gus Azmi was going to the central cottage for the opening deliberations of the new school year, but he stopped his steps and returned to the ndalem out of curiosity who the girl who passed him earlier.

When going to enter the house, Gus Azmi's steps stopped because he saw the girl who passed him earlier was in a row with umi. Gus Azmi listens to the conversation of the new umi and santri from the outside.

"Your name is Najwa?"

"Yeah, Najwa Qumaira...."

"What class did he enter?"

"Class 2 Tsanawiyah Umi...."

"Had the Qur'an?"

"Already umi, my time at home has been khatam and alhamdulillah has taught."

"Alhamdulillah.., where is the address?"

"I'm a native of Tulungagung umi."

"So Abah qomar dawuh(says). Najwa ma'am wants to help umi in ndalem...really?"

"Yes umi,"

"Tomorrow morning before dawn Najwa to ndalem bantu-help mbak ndalem others nyiapin breakfast for santri and ndalem family ya...,"

"Yes umi,"

"Zeehi...!" Call umi to one of ndalem's servants. Ziha came closer.

"Yes umi...." Ziha sat down beside Najwa.

"This is Najwa mbak, tomorrow please be invited to ndalem yes...."

"Yes umi,"

"Najwa.., later directly chat with mbak Ziha. If you want to ask, ask Ziha only."

"Yes umi," replied Najwa full of ta'dzim.

"Yes, you can go back to the cottage."

"Yes umi.., assalamualaikum." Pamit Najwa and Ziha together.

"Getishalight."

Ziha and Najwa walk backwards out of the house ndalem . When they turned around they were both very surprised because there was Gus Azmi who was outside the house. I don't know what he's doing, Ziha and Najwa. But that day Gus Azmi looked down at Najwa and Najwa's eyes immediately bowed.

"Sorry Gus, we don't know...." They rushed back to the cottage. Najwa asked inwardly,

"What is Gus Azmi? What did Eli say? But why is he staring at me like that? What's wrong?" Ask Najwa in my heart.

Meanwhile, Gus Azmi smiled to herself after the two students were away.

"Qumaira Najwa? Class 2 Tsanawiyah? All right.., it can be arranged."

In an instant Gus Azmi is attracted to Najwa, a new santri who is also the first time he sees her. Though for many years Gus Azmi was never interested in his manners, but this is different. What is so special about a Najwa.