My best friend, my Husband Teaser
The Rose in Pesantren

The rose looks pensive. He chose to sit on the front porch of his room. He looks quiet during the pesantren. The sadness he felt was not gone.

"Roses, why are you outside? Are you not sleepy yet? It's 21:00, let's go to bed! Tomorrow at 03:00 am, we should wake up to tahajud prayer!" Ana reminds me of the rose.

In the pesantren, Ana is the closest friend to the Rose. Even though, even the friends inside were all good to him. They feel a struggle, so consider his friends are his family in there.

"Yes, in a minute. I'm not sleepy, An. If you're sleepy, just sleep there first! I'll catch up" said the Rose.

"Yes, I slept first. My eyes are sleepy. You don't sleep at night! The night wind is not good for health!" Ana remembers her best friend. You could say they were friendly. Their relationship is very close, compared to other friends.

Roses had to go into the room, because the ustadzah who were in the picket section they patrolled around. They told me to go to sleep immediately. Now that the rose was in his room, he had laid his body on the bed. Looking around his room, many were already asleep. There were some of his roommates, who were still reading books.

"Mama's roses," said Roses.

Rose tried to close her eyes, hoping she could fall asleep soon. However, when he closed his eyes. The rose remembered the face of the mother, the last time she saw her in the hospital.

"Mrs ...."

The tears of the rose fell one by one and began to wet his face. Even though he had rubbed it many times. She hoped, the mother was calm there.

His current life is certainly better, he does not live stranded on the road. Get a decent facility. Roses feel at home there, they feel grateful. Of course thank Jihan, for helping her. Even though my mom made a mistake.

Slowly, the rose fell asleep. Because she was tired, crying too much. Until the alarm goes off, the residents of the boarding school must wake up. To perform tahajud prayer, and perform other worship until dawn.

Now the santriwati have gathered in the mosque in the boarding school. They gather for tahajud, al-Quran tadarus, and other sunah prayers until dawn. Roses became diligent worship, while there.

"Why are you? You cried last night, right?" ask Ana to her best friend.

"I remember my dead mother, when I wanted to fall asleep. I'm sad, I miss him" said Rose.

"If you miss her, send her a prayer! God willing, the prayer of a righteous child will be accepted by God. If you cry, your mother will be sad there! The heavier it gets, he leaves you. Patience yes! Hope you get through all that! I'm sure you're strong" Ana reminded her best friend back.

The appearance of Roses during pesantren is of course very different. Now the rose wears a hijab, more wear a robe. Jihan who bought everything, because this is a provision that must be obeyed Rose to be able to mondok there. Roses owe a lot to Jihan.

Jihan had just woken up from her sleep, about to pray tahajud. Her life now, she was just a housewife. Affan won't let him work. Affan who meets the needs of his life, he is also the one who helps Jihan's parents every month. Affan wants, Jihan focus on her pregnancy.

"Darling, are you awake?" said Affan who had just woken up from his sleep. Jihan replied with a smile.

Affan feels lucky to have a beautiful wife, soft, and also a sholeh wife. Moreover, Jihan will give two children for him. As a complement in his household.

Similar to Jihan, Affan was increasingly diligent in worship. He also fought his drowsiness, to pray tahajud. His life after marriage, became purposeful, making him more eager to find sustenance. However, for a while. He didn't take a job outside the area. He did not want to be far from his wife.

"Mas, ticklish! Don't be riled up by gini," Jihan protested. Her husband just kept kissing her, making her tickle. There's still an hour left, to spook in bed. Before he went to work.

"Main a minute, Yang! Mas want, let the spirit run out of this work," woo Affan.

Jihan did not reject him. She wants to always make her husband happy, hoping that the husband is not tempted by other women. The hot romance finally happened. Before getting ready for work. Affan wanted to finish his wish first.

Villages*han accompanied the romance that morning. Both enjoy a gentle touch from their partners. However, Affan did not take it out inside. She doesn't want to cause a miscarriage. Before reaching kli*max he was forced to revoke his property, and fire outside. In his wife's stomach. He let his wife get released first, then he took her away.

Roses looked pensive, as they gathered for breakfast. Before they demanded knowledge. He was still thinking last night, when he remembered his mother.

"Why roses? Are you sick?" ask an ustadzah. He saw that the rose had been seen daydreaming.

"Sir, Ustadzah Sholehah. I'm not sick anyway. It's just that since last night, I thought of my dead mother" said Roses.

"Oh that? Ustadzah thought, You are sick! If so, he is expecting a prayer from his sholeh son. Roses do not forget to pray, if you pray! Patience yes! Don't grieve! The death of a person has become God's destiny. Man cannot change it" explained Ustadzah Sholehah.

"Yes, Ustadzah. The rose will always pray for my mother. May your mother be calm there. The rose will pray, may Mama be forgiven her sins as God," said the Rose with a smile.

He doesn't look sad anymore. He looks calmer. Ustadzah Sholehah, told the Roses to eat. Roses finally want to obey the words Ustadzah Sholehah. Finally, he ate.

"I can't be sad anymore. So that my mother was not sad. Roses will always feel happy, so that Mama will be happy. Roses dear Mama," said the Rose in his heart.

He looks cheerful, playing with his friends. He also tried to study hard. For Aunt Jihan to be proud of her achievements. He wanted to surprise Jihan.

"Darling, I'm leaving!" affan.

He's done breakfast. Jihan drove the husband to the front porch. As usual, Jihan always kissed her husband's hand, and Affan gave a kiss on the head and forehead of his wife. Don't forget to kiss Jihan's stomach.