My Story With The Ustad
Childhood Introductions.

The girl was named Gem Ayu. A girl from a village far away from the city. Ayu is usually called and often heard in the ears of residents. Her ayu-like parasite makes her a prima donna there. Her hair was soft with a brownish color, her skin was pure white, her nose was not too sharp but fitting, her face was dazzlingly beautiful. And what makes it unforgettable is his body that is as beautiful as it is. Ayu comes from a very simple family. His father was a strange man who had a strong and hard soul. More often than not, it's street parking, car brokers, motorbikes, home sales services and sometimes scary debt collectors. His life on the road makes him hard and far from polite. The villagers were dismissive and demeaning. They are only afraid when passing in front for fear of physical impact. But his soul gently weakened when he entered the house. She has 3 beautiful and unique daughters. Everyone has different character. The first Ayu, the second Ati and the third Uma. Ayu is famous for her beauty and fame as a village flower. Ati is famous for her intelligence at the School and Uma is famous for her friendliness and social with friends and villagers.

Ayu is currently in the 2nd grade of Junior High. Although his father did not go to school only 1 Year Elementary and could read ala perfungnya because of forged streets, but his determination to send his son extraordinary. This is what the villagers are afraid of. Residents here are more appreciative of people who have a high religious title because of the graduates of the cottage, with the nickname pak haji and pak ustad. The wealth of wide houses and acres of rice fields is their mainstay. They prefer to send their children to boarding schools and after that serve to continue their family name or become TKI abroad. Home brings money. Different from father ayu. He wants to make his children children who work in the room AC and smart. Her determination makes her children intelligent children and not easily fooled by people like her. That afternoon ayu walked slowly to her Madrasah school with her friends, Puji and Sari.

“ Yu .. Your clothes are really good. Sew where yu ? ” Envy Sari.

“ Mbak Narti ordinary .. cloth not buy in the market ” Ayu.

“ oooooo...” Sari.

( indeed Ayu this afternoon wearing a long dress shirt to the heels and long sleeves. The top is a cardigan attached to the dress with a blend of blue and patterned flowers. Make her more beautiful and beautiful ). Along the way make Ayu attention, especially the people of Adam. They don't

notice, talking to each other and joking on the street.

Beside the Electric substation there was a figure standing seriously staring silently. His eyes were sharp and lit up like an eagle. Jaw firmly. And his face is beautiful. He is Azriel. The candidate in the madrasah. He only helped his father who became a famous kyai in the village. She is 2 years older than Ayu.

“ Zriel..called Kyai. Login to office ” Salim exclaims. Azriel nodded without replying. Then walk to the madrasa office which is quite far away.

“ Nang .. later you replace ustad Yayan in the 6th grade princess yes. While wae ”. Kyai.

“ Yes. Lt could. While yes sir ”. Azriel. Kyai.

Azriel is the only child of Kyai. Kyai is a great cleric in the village, he has a mushola established in the land and the money of his rich family. Kyai is the largest mosque in the village. And everyone respected him. Azriel became a dreamy young man, because his only son was Kyai. Azriel steadily headed for the Princess's 6th classroom.

“ Assalamualaikum wr ” Azriel.

“ Walaikumsalam wr wb tadz ” all students madrasah princess reply. They were shocked because the Ustad Yayan who usually allowed them to be replaced by the charming ustad Azriel. Their hearts cheered. Apart from Ustad Yayan which is a little hard and unsightly stature.

Azriel began walking towards the blackboard and wrote down some holy verses of the Quran to dissect according to their respective teachings. He turned his head straight to class. There was one thing Azriel seemed to be looking for. His gaze circulated and stopped at the graceful figure on seat number 3 from behind next to the window. That girl is Ayu. Ayu does not know if she is Azriel's concern. Even if it's only a few seconds. He focused on scribbling his book. A smile rose on Azriel's lips.

An hour and a half passed. Today's tajwid lesson feels different because the spirited and sparkling princess student stares at the ustad in front of the class. Occasionally ustad went around his daughter's students. And stopped beside Ayu for a few seconds while closing her eyes. He would rather look from the back class to watch Ayu with her back.

“ Is my explanation deck? ” Azriel asked my dear friend Ayu. He took a notebook of Praise's answers. This automatically gets very close to Ayu and their hands almost touch when Azriel picks up the Praise book attached to Ayu's book. Azriel was calm in front of these 2 disciples. Still the coll instead made the princess disciples on a cold hot and envious deg-degan to be approached by Azriel.

Ayu silently looked at Azriel's body in front of her. The fragrance of Azriel's perfume slurped on her nose. The fragrant woody fragrance makes the heart melt. Ayu could only hold her breath no matter what. He was more afraid of being close to Azriel than having his answers corrected and wrongly punished.

Unknowingly his book was not separated from Azriel's correction. Azriel picked up Ayu's notebook and read the results of her answer. Instantly Ayu seemed to stop his heartbeat. It was so close that Ayu's hand touched Azriel's front cocoa from the end of the bench.

“ Deck Ayu yaa? ” Azriel.

“ Yes ” Ayu.

“ Later tonight nsai on mushola deck ? ” Azriel.

“ Yes ” Ayu.

“ If njai later tonight this writing book is brought without teaching tajwid. The routine salary. Habis Ishaa. Want ? ”. Azriel.

“ Yes ”. Ayus.

Ayu bowed in shame. It seemed to collapse uncharacteristically. Fear, pleasure and confusion mixed. He thought about how Isya would end up in a special drill about Tajwid with Ustad Azriel. Afraid to look stupid. Fear of looking acne when sitting in front directly. Fear of wearing wrong clothes and not attractive. All mixed. Azriel put Ayu's book down. And a gentle smile adorned Azriel's face. When he could stare at Ayu's pretty face up close especially when their hands almost touched on the bench. The world floated like it was being hurled into the seventh heaven.

“ Oh Indahaaaa.. ” (inner Azriel). Later in the night I can be close to my bidadar. Inner again. Wooooooowww….