The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
The chaos in the morning.

The initial sound of the adhan in a cottage awakens the whole santri . They are accustomed to wake up to perform the evening prayer, then the Qur'an tadarus to Iandang adzan shabuh.

So even today, the sound of water gurgling was heard clearly, many of the students who immediately took a bath, because according to Abah Kiyai, there was a lot of authenticity from bathing before dawn.

Abah Kyai often said that bathing before dawn was a lot of benefits. This is also often done by the Prophet SAW, he used to bathe before dawn.

Water in the morning contains a lot of ozone, so many benefits for the body. Among them can increase good energy, can increase creativity, maintain healthy facial skin, increase male fertility, and strengthen endurance.

Even reported by health seconds, the priority of bathing before dawn can cure headaches, release toxins from the body, can lower blood pressure, can relieve stress, and can lower sugar levels.

With so many benefits from bathing before dawn, then Abah kyai requires all of his students to bathe before dawn before congregational prayer in the Mosque.

So it is not strange if there is always a commotion every day once the initial adhan reverberates.

Activities have started since then, the santri have flocked to the Mosque, in Pondok Abah Ilham, there are two mosques, Masjid Putri and Masjid Putra, so that between Santri son and daughter are not free to meet and interact, only one day a month, they can be in the same Mosque, which is when there are Amm activities.

That morning as well. After the tahajud santri prayer there are those who memorize the book, there are also those who memorize the Qur'an, while waiting for dawn.

Elsewhere, there is a race going on, it has been since midnight. The roar of the motorcycle echoed, the flickering lights were clearly visible, the sound of the horn was alternately sounded from the motorcycle that was ready to run just waiting for the cue.

And.., the race began, the hand movements of a woman dressed in minimal flag bearer became a sign of the race began. The roar of the motorcycle engine instantly echoed.

They darted rapidly through the darkness of the night. Already several rounds took place, and on the way to the last track, there was a motorcycle that drove very fast, the rider could not control his motorcycle, and bruk....., the motorcycle fell into the ravine.

As the other riders stopped their bikes, they were now gathered at the crash point.

"Who fell down?", asked one of them.

"That looks like Robi" replied the friend next to her.

"Hurry and help him!, why are you quiet",

"Already let it go, the risk is high if we help him, later there will be many of these questions, at the end of which we are more complicated when dealing with the Police, this is already a risk, we just disperse, quickly!, and so on!, before anyone knows this", ask one of them, who is likely to be their leader.

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Even the morning prayer had just walked a rakaat when a loud thumping sound was heard on the hill.

The pilgrims were surprised, but they remained in their shaf. After they finished praying, they just came out of the mosque and looked up at the hill.

There was a fire there, I don't know what, but they suspect it was the result of the bang earlier.

"Innalillahiwainnaillahiirooji'uun, what's there?", Abah Ilham looked up at the hill.

"Hopefully there are no fatalities" murmured Ustad Fikri.

"Kids, just continue the teaching activities, if there is anything, there will also be officers who are more entitled to handle", cried Abah Ilham.

All santri back into the mosque continued his teaching activities. They were again shocked by the cry of Mang Daman, the manager of the garden, he ran while shouting

"There are bodies.there are bodies.., Mr. Kyai there are bodies.", he shouted frantically in the courtyard of the Putra Mosque.

While all the students who were teaching stopped their activities, Ustad Fikri took the initiative to come out, "What's Mang?, there's a corpse?, where?",

"Yes Ustad, there's a corpse in the river, let's Ustad who knows who's still alive", Mang Daman gasped.

"Ah.., there is - there is Mang, when there is a corpse still alive, how Mamang this" kekeh Ustad Fikri.

"I mean Mamang, who knew he was still alive, so it could still be saved, once Ustad", Mang Daman smiled.

"Yes we have seen first there, right said Mang Daman, if we are still alive, we can still help him", Ustad Dzaqi approached.

"Come.., you go there, let Abah be a child, take Ustad Fadil ", said Abah Ilham.

Ustad Fikri, Ustad Dzaqi, and Ustad Fadil follow Mang Daman. They went to the river bank, the river was indeed passing through Pondok Pesantrean Abah Ilham.

"That's Mang?, try to approach , is he still alive?", pinta Ustad Fikri.

Hesitatingly, Mang Daman approached the man, Ustad here, Mamang was afraid", Mang Daman was silent beside him.

Ustad Fikri approached Mang Daman.

"Bismillah.., Ustad Fikri's hand began to touch the back of the person in front of him.

"Euh.euh.

Ustad Fikri and Mang Daman were surprised, Alhamdulillah., If he is still alive, let's take him to the cottage, so we can help there", suggested Ustad Fikri.

Mang Daman turned the man around ', "This handsome man is mah Ustad, it looks like a man from the City, just look at the man, his skin is very clean, his clothes are good, must be this rich guy mah", Mang Daman cerocos.

Ustad Fikri glanced at him, and admitted that he was handsome.

"Wooii.., here!, help here!", cried Ustad Fikri. He called Ustaf Dzaqi and Ustad Fadil who were still on the riverbank.

The one called approached. "This is the man, is he still alive?", asked Ustad Fadil.

"Yes... He is still alive, we take him to the cottage just to treat him there", orders Ustad Fikri.

"Then I go home first, inform Abah Kyai of this", suggested Ustad Fadil.

"Yes that's a good idea", Ustad Fikri patted Ustad Fadil on the shoulder.

Ustad Fadil rushed back to the cottage, while Ustad Fikri, Ustad Dzaqi and Mang Daman carried the stranger he found in the river.

Arriving at the cottage, Abah Kyai ordered to take him to his house.

'Wah ..., this is a danger, bringing a stranger to Abah's house, later to meet with Ara', thought Ustad Fikri.

Not to mention that he was already frightened, Ara would be interested in the good looks of the foreign youth.

Though he who had long put his heart to Ara was always ignored, never received special attention from Ara, Tiara Khoerunnisa her name, daughter Abah Kyai.

But Ustad Fikri could not resist, he said, he took the young stranger to Abah's house.

Coincidentally Tiara was not around, she had already left for college. So he did not know about the discovery of the foreign youth.

Ustad Fikri's heart was a little relieved. "If you are aware, give this shirt to the young man, then if you are really aware, we ask him", ordered Abah Kyai.

"Good", said Mang Daman.

Ustad Fikri and Ustad Dzaqi had already returned to the cottage, while the foreign youth was taken care of by Mang Daman.

There were no serious injuries, only a sprained leg, and several blisters on parts of his body.

"Alhamdulillah, already aware, this drink first, warm sweet tea", sumringah Mang Daman as soon as he saw the young man was already sitting on his bed.

"Where is this, where am I?", the young man grimaced as he looked around.

"Calm down, you're safe here, I found you in the river, this changed the shirt was wet" Mang Daman gave me a drink, and a change of clothes.

The young man drank his warm tea to the end, he took the change of clothes that Mang Daman gave him, "What clothes are these", he saw cocoa and gloves in his hands.

"You are in Pondok Pesantren, so there is only that shirt here" said Mang Daman.

"Let's change quickly, we'll meet Abah Kyai" Mang Daman glanced at the young man.

Without seeing Mang Daman again, the young man headed to the bathroom limped, his legs hurt so much.

"Yeah..., very arrogant, say thank you why, it has been dolingin", muttered Mang Daman.