ABHIYASA [END ]
MR. HANIF

In the evening, the first tarawih begins. The santri perform the sunnah prayer that only exists in the month of Ramadan with pleasure. The atmosphere and wisdom to the end. After that, all the students returned to rest. However, Abhi and some of his friends, chose to relax for a moment on the terrace of the mosque while talking. Soon, one by one his friends, returned to the room until he stayed with Achmad there.

"Bhi, wait a minute! I'm gonna piss!" pinta Achmad's.

"Yes Mad, I'm waiting!" answer Abhi.

After that, Achmad walked to the bathroom of the mosque. While Abhi, stay on the terrace. A few seconds later, he saw a man walking towards Abhi. Long time closer until it is clearly visible the appearance of the man. He wore after the t-shirt with a subordinate sarong. The stelan that the man used, looks clean even though it looks twisted in the sheath. Looks like the scabbard has indeed been ironed for a long time. After the distance between them was close, the man said his greetings.

"Assynnya!"

"Glamma!" answer Abhi, immediately.

"My name is Hanif! I'm here to ask for his certificate package" explained a man in front of Abhi.

"Sir Hanif please forgive me! this is for the gospel, of course tomorrow, will only be shared," Abhi declined as smooth as possible.

"Yes mas but I. for sahur alone there is nothing I can eat. Shouldn't it be sahur?"

"Well.did you live alone?"

"No, there's my wife and two kids at home but our economy, far from being adequate."

"So, how many packages will you take?"

"Two is enough, I feel bad."

"It's okay sir, don't hesitate! just a minute!"

"Yes." Yeah."

Abhi then went into a room on the side of the terrace of the mosque on the left to take three packages of notches and then immediately back to the front again.

"This sir, please take!"

"A lot of mas? two is enough."

"There is a wife and two children in the father's house, which is enough if only two packages. Please bring it!"

"It's okay?"

"Sir sir, sir Kyai must also be very happy if more people are helped by this annual agenda."

Hearing Abhi's words, Hanif smiled.

"Then thank you!"

"Yes sir are both."

"I'll say goodbye, assalamualaikum!"

"Getishalight."

Mr. Hanif turned around as Achmad returned from the bathroom.

"What are you worried about, Bhi?" ask Achmad.

"That, the father came here to ask for a certificate package for sahur. Too bad, he's got nothing for sahur tonight."

Achmad was silent as he looked in the direction Abhi was looking. Although he could not see anyone walking, Achmad did not bother him.

"Yes, let's go back to the room!" achmad's son.

"Yes come!"

Both of them turned off all the lights, leaving the headlights alone and then walked together towards the room.

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The next day, the treasury committee performed for a roadside taxi near their boarding school. While Abhi and Achmad, busy with their own agenda. It was only after the tarawih prayer that Abhi and Achmad checked the bookkeeping as well as helping to wrap the gospel package to be shared the next day. Some other santri, do tadarus alternately according to a predetermined schedule. Around nine o'clock at night, one by one the santri began to return, leaving two santri who were tadarus and also Abhi. Abhi plans to read the Koran for only one page. However, his steps stopped when there was a male voice calling out.

"Mas Abhi!"

Reflek Abhi turned his head, saw Mr. Hanif who turned out to call.

"Sir Hanif.."

"Yes, um."

"What do you need, sir?" ask Abhi later.

"It's mas, I want to ask for more takjil packages, to sahur later."

"Oh yes sir, wait a minute sir!"

"Yes, um."

Abhi then rushed into the storage room of the certificate package to retrieve the three packages he would give to Mr. Hanif. After that, he immediately returned to the front and handed three packages of certificates to Mr. Hanif.

"This is Takjilnya sir!" abhi was greeted with thanks.

"Sir Hanif, do you know that my name is Abhi?"

"Yes, assalamualaikum!"

"Glamma!"

After that, Abhi walked into the mosque to read the Quran before the tadarus that night, ended. At about ten o'clock in the evening, the tadarus was terminated and the three santri, walking together back to their respective rooms. On the way, one of them asked about who was talking to Abhi on the terrace of the mosque? Abhi then explained that it was Mr. Hanif.

"Pity, he and his family are lacking. There is no food for sahur. Because for these two days, I gave him three packages of notepads. Although not how much, can prop up the stomach of children, wives and Hanif sir himself. May it be more blessed!" obviously Abhi.

His friend was mangosteen while another friend expressed a sense of wonder.

"Can't Mr. Hanif get in here? this is a special mosque for the residents of the pesantren. There must be someone in front. Wasn't it wondering? two nights to the here."

Hearing the words of his friend, Abhi and one more friend began to wonder as well and began to suspect that the officer in front could have allowed Mr. Hanif to go inside. Heading to the mosque to ask for a takjil package. Although it still feels awkward, his friend no longer argues. They continued their journey to enter the dormitory area and then split into their respective rooms.

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The next day, Abhi did a lot of schoolwork so that only Achmad did bookkeeping checks after performing tarawih prayers. Abhi had just returned to the mosque around nine p.m. At that time, Ahmad had permission to return to his room, while Abhi joined the santri who were on schedule for a tadarus together.

"Do you want to know that Tadarus is also mas Bhi?" ask his junior sister.

"Well, one or two pages!"

"Yes, after this is Abhi!"

"Yes." Yeah."

Abhi then sat down while listening to the chants of the holy verses of the Koran that were being read until then, it was his turn to read. After he finished reading, Abhi kept listening. Shortly afterwards, he heard the sound of a greeting that he knew very well, who the owner was. Abhi turned his head and walked out.

"Sir Hanif.."

"Yes, sorry to interrupt again!'

"Yes sir it's okay. What's the matter, sir?"

"Sorry to be troublesome! I'd like to request another mas takjil package for sahur tonight!"

"Oh yeah, wait a minute!"

"Yes, um."

Abhi returned to get three packages for Hanif sir. As usual, Mr. Hanif thanked me and left the mosque. Apparently, what Abhi's money did, was accidentally noticed by one of his juniors. Although he did not see directly, he heard clearly when Abhi spoke. As a result, he also asked.

"Who was Mas Abhi talking to?"

"Oh, that was Mr. Hanif's name. Mr. Hanif and his wife's children are being tested with economic difficulties. For three nights come here to ask for a parcel. I gave him three packages to eat with his son and wife at home" Abhi explained.

"Em. but I didn't hear any sound from Mr. Hanif mas. Only Abhi's voice is heard."

"Beyond? maybe because Mr. Hanif's voice is slow so you, can't hear. Plus this tadarus loudspeaker, so it's only natural that it's getting inaudible to Hanif."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, let's go! in less than a few minutes it finished!"

"Yes, um."

Just like yesterday, at ten o'clock in the night, the tadarus was stopped. Everyone went back to their rooms.

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The next night, Mr. Hanif came back. Abhi who had gotten used to it, no longer asked his purpose. He quickly rushed to pick up three packages for Mr. Hanif and as usual, Mr. Hanif thanked him before leaving. Apparently, this began to attract the attention of some of his friends. Starting from the curiosity about the face of Mr. Hanif because, besides Abhi, no other santri has ever seen it.

The next night, Abhi does the same thing up to this, becoming a habit, a kind of routine every night. In fact, when Abhi could not attend the mosque, he advised his friend to give three Takjil packages if Hanif sir came later. His friend of course agreed. Especially after hearing Abhi's story about Mr. Hanif's family who had economic difficulties. However, the Hanif sir in question did not come. Mr. Hanif only came when Abhi was in the mosque. This is what ultimately makes other students become curious, including Achmad. Abhi had told about Mr. Hanif to Achmad who finally made Achmad also curious.

"Gini deh Bhi, tonight I will accompany you in the mosque! how am I supposed to be curious about this Hanif sir?"

"It's okay, it's okay!" abhi answered Achmad.

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That night, Achmad accompanied Abhi and went nowhere. He deliberately did because he hoped to meet with Mr. Hanif that Abhi told me. Unfortunately, around nine o'clock less, Achmad suddenly felt a drowsiness that was so great that it made him fall asleep. That's when Mr. Hanif came back. Routines as usual. Sometimes Abhi shook Achmad's body to wake up but failed until finally, Mr. Hanif returned home. It was only around half past ten that Achmad awoke from his sleep.

"Just woke you up?" ask Abhi.

"Kok I overslept Bhi? how's story?" ask Achmad innocently.

"Where do I know, you're the one who slept how to ask me?"

"Sir Hanif has arrived?"

"From now on, it's gone. You I wake up, not wake up."

"What a weirdo Bhi? I don't usually do this."

"Sapean times, rest in the room!"

Achmad did not comment on Abhi's remarks and instead sat down next to him and downed a glass of water.

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