
The guest room of Marwan's house has been cleaned by Eroh's bik, everything is neatly arranged, starting the sofa, flower vase as well as the sideboard containing ceramic decoration already looks clean shining.
It was still early in the morning, but today was Sunday, so the activity was a bit slow, the occupants still enjoying their longer sleep.
Hose then
" shop.tock, tok,"
The sound of the door rang, bik Eroh swiftly opened the door of his master's house, because he was still in the living room.
With friendly bik Eroh invite guests who come.
"Please Mr. Ustadz come in, you have! "
Thus bik Eroh invited guests who turned out to be Ustadz Slamet.
"Waduuh.. wherever Mr. Ustadz new look again, until miss me,"
Mr. Marwan said to his guest.
" The problem is there is a little business outside, so some days do not go to the mosque,"
Ustadz Slamet replied with a smile.
Ustadz Slamet was welcome to enter the living room, because at that time Mr. Marwan and his family were having breakfast. He also mingled with this family full of intimacy.
" This is it, sir.."
Ustadz Slamet stopped his conversation for a while and swallowed his saliva, devising the right words to bring out the intent of his arrival.
" So..how about Mr. Ustadz, what can I help? "
Mr. Marwan immediately showed his empathy.
" I came here to bring my sister's proposal from the ponpes Daarul Huda, meaning to ask for help to the father, maybe interested in taking the opportunity to help the students who are there,"
Ustadz Slamet stopped his sentence again, then sighed.
" Ehmm.. because some of the santri2 did not have parents or most of them were orphans, and there are other santri who have been exposed to cases such as fights, fights, and, drugs and many other problems. "
At length Ustadz Slamet gave an explanation so that Mr. Marwan deigned to give a helping hand.
A while Ustadz Slamet waited for Mr. Marwan to come out of his room.
Mr. Marwan brought a piece of paper that turned out to be a check that was quite a good amount.
Ustadz Slamet was moved to see the number of checks and said many thanks.
Danang who had just listened and noticed the communication between his parents and Ustadaz Slamet just smiled and nodded.
Unexpectedly a moment later Ustadz Slamet said something that made Danang's heart flowery.
" Ooh yes, there are greetings from Mr. Salim, for father, mother and also all the families who are here. "
Deg, Danang's heart beats as if there is a loud knock that drains his blood quickly throughout the body.
Directly the words of Ustadz Slamet was struck by questions about where the family of Mr. Salim now.
"One-to-one Nang, he asked, "
Mr. Marwan said to his son.
Deni also did not miss commenting on his sister's words.
" Yes, Mr. Ustadz so it's hard to answer."
Finally Ustadz Slamet explained that yesterday had met with Kania at the boarding school Daarul Huda, he finally stopped by the house of Mr. Salim.
Ustadz Slamet continued the story of his meeting with Mr. Salim, that now Mr. Salim already has a good house and is self-employed in front of his house.
While Kania served in Daarul Huda boarding school as a teacher and mentor santriwati.
How happy Danang heart, it turns out that the person he had been looking for and lost track of him has been found where he lives.
Danang's heart also flowered, he began to make plans when he met Kania. But he doubted whether Kania had missed him too. The problem was that there had never been any commitment between him and Kania.
Don't - don't Kania already have. Those are the words that come to mind Danang.
But the belief in the destiny that has been established by the Almighty. Makes him calm. He also intends to always try and pray that his ideals get Kania fulfilled.