LAILA TO KANG ROHIM
EPISODE 51 Isi Hati Lulu 2

...بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم...

"My Struggle to Become a Sponsor of the Qur'an"

Sister Laila....

No. gabe... I think I'd like to....

Calling him by

For my Umi.

May Allah always give his mercy to the njenengan Umi....

This one month I was actually waiting for Umi's appointment.

Umi said she'd take me to see the night market. Inviting me to ride a game that my school friends say is very exciting.

After I memorized juz two. And I've already memorized two juz. But day after day I waited for Umi's promise to me. That's how busy Umi is... Even two months ago when the night market was there. Umi didn't bring me either. But I have solemnly memorized the Qur'an.

I understand Umi. Our fees here, sometimes often use private money. Money sent by our parents if counted for three meals a day for a month. That's not enough. But we always feel full, and comfortable.

Not to mention Umi who always helps others. Umi always said there was and could be.

Even this stupid me is often envious of Madam Ayu. Ma'am ayu always with Umi to shop for a bike ride. I can Mik if I have to ride a bike. But I'm afraid Umi is not ridho, because I only want ridho umi as long as I seek knowledge. That Allah may also be Ridho to me foolish, this catrok Mik.

I'm sorry the ndeso kid, this deepening kid Mik. I come from a small family and my parents live in the garden. Living in the village is grateful. It used to be uncomfortable because of the many rules of Umi. But now your inland child, grateful that almost every day you pray for us to be the child of Sholeh. I heard the Umi prayer in the middle of the night Mik.

Even Umi always put us first, even Dik Furqon was always the number so. And now when the night market is already in our village Mi....

Umi became ill...

OH ALLAH..... I AM FIGHTING FOR a book that says in Your Majesty.

I'm sorry for the ndeso, this catrok. I was just wondering what it's like to ride a game on the night market. How is the night market.

And a promising coincidence is my honorary man (My Teacher, O God.).

Please O Allah.

The Barokah Kalam Mu

Which I struggle with.

In the midst of school friends who are All There.

All-order.

Please Give me permission, O God

Yes Rohman....

Yes Rohim...

O Allah, heal my Umi, Sehat him. I wouldn't expect a night market with all its beauty. I want my Umi to be healthy and be able to come back Oh Allah....

Umi's...

I love you.

If it's in this world, I can't repay you.

God willing, the Qur'an that Umi taught and instilled in me. Will make Helper, defender and happiness Umi in the Hereafter.

I will be excited now to learn and mean it. without expecting any lure.

Let Ridho the old man, Ridho Umi and Ridho Allah alone I will hope.

From me who loves my Master.

Umi Ku's...

Thank you God for bringing me to Umi Laila.

*Why Laila won't be called Umi. I'd love these lips to call you Umi, Ma'am.*

Lulu clasped tightly onto her pen. He was unable to continue his heart. Chests swaying. One hand covered his mouth. He didn't want anyone to know he was crying.

One adab, the love and spirit that Lulu has made her feel so much if she is currently getting better. It was because of Laila.

While Laila was just trying to give her knowledge. For the business of educating his students. He entrusts to the Gusti of God every best prayer for his students.

He and Rohim never wanted to be called ustadz, ustadzah. Or Abi and Umi. They are not busy looking for a host. Because to have 12 students like now they never imagined let alone to have pesantren. Rohim and Laila are just doing what their teacher says. In order for the knowledge they have, they transfer to society, and those who want to seek knowledge.

It is very easy for Gusti Allah to glorify his servant let alone just realize the dream of Lulu who just wants to go to the night market. Without Lulu knowing, when her heart no longer wants to expect the world's rewards. The world itself is after him.

The next night, Mr. Toha and his wife took the children to the night market. Those who saw the diligence and diligence of the protege of Rohim and Laila were still repeating their speech when Rohim was still busy accompanying his wife in the hospital.

And over at the market that night. Lulu can only shed tears. When eleven friends feel happy and laugh enjoy the rides of the game. Lulu actually did not stop removing the dew grains from the corner of her eye. He was ashamed of God's Wrestling. There was even happiness and regret in him.

"Oh Allah, if my reward falls because You made my dream come true to the market tonight. I am sorry, God.... Umi's.... What Umi often says is true.... Hix... Hicks..." Lulu also monologues in her heart that is moved because God realized her dream when People who admire and love are lying sick.

Bu Sri and Bu Toha were also confused as to what made Lulu from earlier crying. They thought that Lulu remembered Laila who was sick.

That night Lulu went back to learning if what Laila said was right.

"Not busy chasing the world. Just focus on our provision for the afterlife. The world will be chasing us. One of them learned to mean it." Said Laila to Lulu who began to be lazy to memorize the verses of the Qur'an.

That night Lulu saw Allah is Great. Allah is All-Willful. And Allah wills that Laila and Rohim read the heart of his protege. Rohim, who was just about to leave for the city, took turns with Bu Salamah and Abah Ucup waiting for Laila.

Both of Rohim's eyes saw a folded sheet of paper and were on the sidelines of the Qur'an that Lulu used to memorize. Rohim took the letter. The writer of the letter had left for school. Rohim folded the letter again. He smiled, at least he could bring the letter to comfort his wife and become excited so that his wife quickly healthy again and accompanied his protege who missed him.

Laila was in the hospital for almost a week. Only Rohim and Bu Salamah will take turns to look after Laila and her Fruits which they named Shidqia Alya Nihayah. And Laila called her second child Alya.

Arriving at the hospital, at night. When she finished feeding Laila. Rohim closed the curtain on his left side. He handed her a piece of paper and opened it right in the wife's face.

"Silver. You should read this. Make your spirit to heal." Said Rohim with a smile so that it raises dimples on both cheeks.

Laila read verse by verse Lulu's handwriting. Mr. Slamet's youngest child was recently entrusted to Laila always use the legs to hand over items if cooking in the kitchen. And will always be surly when the task is to do the picket. But day by day, Laila's patience and with the permission of God the son of Mr. Slamet can both change 180° both in his character and earnestly learn.

Laila cried while reading the letter. The tight grip on his hand made him turn towards Rohim.

"God willing, dzohir and my bath. To those who want to continue learning mas. dzohir and my inner To my Santri-santri." Said Laila in a soft voice.

He is getting excited to be healthy. He will always be positive. He believes that if God gives pain, there is a cure. So now maybe he is being prepared by God to be a healthier educator for his students.