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Abipun thought about the offer from Mr. Kiai, but Abi doubted, could or not, because he had never been a teacher at all.
"How is Abi, is he ready? If you are willing, from Monday you can teach."
"But Mr. Kiai, I have never tried to teach."
"Eat it must be tried, so as to get used to Nak Abinya, later."
"But Mr. Kiai, I don't know what material I will teach."
"Relax Nak Abi, later I will bring to Nak Abi's room, all materials and textbooks."
"Alright, I want then Mr. Kiai."
"Thank you for helping Nak Abi."
Abi and Pak Kiaipun went to take ablution water, to perform congregational Isya prayers.
Upon their return, Pak Kiai asked Abi to proclaim the voice of the Adhan in the Mosque. With a swift Abi nodded immediately, and declared the azan so sweetly.
When the voice of the azan began to reverberate, the Ustad began to come back, to perform congregational prayers.
Likewise, the Santriwati and Ustadzah began to arrive, filling the Mosque room that was behind, blocked by curtains.
Many Santriwati and Ustadzah were wondering, with such a melodious azan voice heard in their ears.
"Who is azan? It's so sweet, I want to see the guy."
"Normally the azan Pak Kiai or Pak Ustad Fariz, but the voice why so different, and so melodious?"
"The sound of azan this time is sweet, similar to the sound of azan on TV, right?"
That's how it is, what some people talk about.
Mr. Kiai was moved and shed tears, when he heard the voice of Azan, which was very sweet, came out of the lips of a young man who was so handsome and handsome.
Finished mocking Azan, Abi immediately rewinded his body to get away from the microphone.
"Son Abi, how sweet is your voice. May you be a good man, Shaleh, and good man." Pak Kiai praised Abi's sweet voice and prayed for Abi's kindness.
"Aamiin Pak Kiai, but Abi is very far from the word Shaleh Pak Kiai, because during this time Abi often left the obligation to pray and do things that violate the law." Abi's eyes were already glazed, when he said his mistake all along.
"It's okay, Son Abi, the important thing is that Nak Abi is now Shaleh." Said Mr. Kiai soothingly, while patting Abi's shoulder slowly.
"He. he. he. he. so then, Abi suddenly Shaleh dong, Mr Kiai?"
"He. he. he. has nothing, it is better to suddenly Shaleh, than just so-so, there is no change in our lives."
"Yes, Mr. Kiai."
"Son Abi, now iqomah, after that learned to be a priest of prayer." Pinta Pak Kiai with a radiant face.
Abipun could not refuse, then he did what was asked by Mr. Kiai.
Many Santriwati want to see who is the iqomah, from behind the curtains. They peered through the curtains, and whispered about Abi.
"Looks, new guy. I've never seen one before."
"The guy's a good-looking guy, not a new teacher."
"Still very young, like, not much different from us. But this is Santriwati's special school."
That's more or less what they whispered the Santriwati.
"Eee.. heeem..." Umi Khadijah cleared his throat, the Santriwatipun immediately floundered, and dispersed their ranks away from behind the curtains.
Ningrum and Mama Mariam gave a small smile, as her Santriwati disciples suddenly fell silent.
Now that Abi is a prayer priest, the recitation of Abi's Qur'an is excellent, and eloquent. Although only reading a short surah, but does not reduce the beauty of melodious chanting, Abi's voice is heard by the masters.
After saying his greetings in the final message, Abi greeted the great Pak Kiai, and the Ustad and teachers with respect.
"Your voice is very sweet young, and your surah reading, short length, and tajwidnya almost perfect." Ustad Salman was amazed, when he became the prayer makmum earlier.
"Thank you Mr. Ustad, I'm just a can-can, I've never been a prayer priest before." Abi said honestly, he had never been a mosque imam before.
"Woow.. Does this mean it's a first experience for you young man? My name is Abdul Salman, just call me Ustad Salman." Salman was amazed, introducing himself.
"Yes Ustad, this is my first experience. My name is Abi Maulana Dirgantara. I am still studying at the University, please help and cooperation, for me to learn to be a teacher here." Abi asked Ustad Salman for help.
"Ready, young man. With all the abilities I have, I will help Nak Abi."
"Thank you, Ustad Salman." Abi gave his best smile, to Pak Kiai and the Ustad there.
Likewise with the other Ustad, also introduced themselves.
Abi was very happy and moved to meet them, the teachers and Ustad Santri were kind and friendly.
After they got to know each other and talked, one by one they left the mosque. Abi, and Mr. Kiai are both there.
"Son Abi!"
"Yes, Mr. Kiai."
"If I may ask, it seems like Nak Abi likes your son-in-law, right?"
"Deg.." Abi's heart was pounding violently, as Pak Kiai went straight, shooting a very monohok question.
"M.. You mean Mr. Kiai?" Abi looked nervous, so did not dare to look into the eyes of Mr. Kiai, and he also lowered his head.
"Jawab Nak Abi, if Nak Abi really likes your son-in-law, then you will do ta'arup for Nak Abi and Nak Ningrum. You'll ask him directly, to both parents Nak Ningrum."
"S. I talked to my Mama, Mr. Kiai." Abi was very nervous, when he heard Pak Kiai's explanation that was completely unexpected.
"How did Mr. Kiai know Abi's feelings for the teacher? Why does all this make me dream? Is this maybe just a dream?" Abi muttered softly.
"Dan.." Abi sizzled as his hand pinched his own cheek.
"Huh.huh.." Pak Kiai laughed at Abi's misbehavior in front of him, because it had been found that he liked his daughter-in-law.
"He. he. he. he. sorry Mr. Kiai, if I may know, how does Mr. Kiai know, my feelings for the Mother teacher?" Abi chuckled, then asked carefully and politely.
"So during lunch, Mr. Kiai accidentally saw Nak Abi staring at Nak Ningrum, filled with a feeling of awe. Though the gaze of a man's eyes to the opposite sex, should not be more than 3 seconds, Nak Abi." Reveal Mr. Kiai clearly.
"Eehh. Yes Mr. Kiai, I don't know about it, after I know, I don't dare to look at Mother Ningrum deeply, for more than 3 seconds."
"Huh.huh.." Mr. Kiai laughed loosely, then followed by Abi.
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