Trapped in a Sacred Prison
CHAPTER 17

"Assalamu 'alaikum ustadz, '" said a person from behind Ammar made the man turn towards the source of the voice.

"Wa-wa'alaikum hail, eh what's up Sarah, Sinta?" ammar asked the two girls who were in front of him.

"No ustadz, we just came from the santri cooperative and saw ustadz here" replied Sarah. "Oh yes what is necessary ustadz here? Can we help you?" ask Sarah again.

"No, nothing, I'm sorry" said Ammar to leave but stopped when he heard Sarah's question.

"Afwan ustadz would like to ask, what will be the night of the study that we have brought so?" ask Sarah.

Ammar momentarily remembered his schedule and immediately he felt relieved because it turned out he still had the opportunity today to meet Ulli during his studies later.

"God willing, please tell your friends that all of you are obliged to come" said Ammar, of course with a specific intention.

"Good ustadz."

They continued their way back to their dormitory and met Ulli under a catapult tree.

"Ulfi, why are you alone there?" ask Sinta.

"More." Ulli only replied by showing the title of the book to Sinta.

"Oh, so you really don't know prayer yet?" ask Sinta.

"Should I answer Sinta?" ulfi asked with a sharp look.

"Eh hehe no need, I already understand," replied Sinta immediately ran to his room quickly.

"The spirit of Ulf, oh yes after the Maghrib prayer later we have a study, you have to come well?" said Sarah.

"Hmm, yes, I'll work on it" replied Ulli.

"Good girl," praised Sarah as she patted her shoulder gently and went to her room following Sinta.

Ulfi continued his memorizing activity so focused that no azan maghrib felt.

"Oh Ulli, fight your laziness, want until when you like this continue, life needs change for the better, right? You certainly can," his monologue cheered himself on.

Under certain circumstances, Ulfi realized that laziness still always approached her and tempted her to return to her habits in the past, and the girl had been determined to change little by little even though it was not perfect.

Now that the girl was in the bathroom, for a moment she closed her eyes to recall what she had learned in the prayer manual.

Slowly he opened his eyes and began to practice one by one the ablution sequence. Starting from the bismillah that he had read before entering the bathroom, then he continued by washing palms, gargling, putting water into the nose and then removing it, washing the face, washing the mouth, drain water from the palm of the hand to the elbow, then rub the head onward with the ear and lastly wash the feet to the eyes of the feet. All of that was done in sequence until it was closed with a prayer after the ablution he read after coming out of the bathroom.

As he learned, that teaching, dhikr or praying should not be done in the bathroom, because the bathroom is the place of the devil.

A beautiful smile instantly flashed across his face as he had finished everything, there was a sense of happiness and relief that he could not describe at this moment, which was clearly a feeling he had never felt before.

"Kok it feels adem gini well," his inner self asked as he walked towards the room.

"Ulfi, how long in the bathroom? Let's hunt not let us pray late," said Fira who has been waiting for him since.

"Ulfi, do you have a yellow book?" ask Fira.

"Yellow book?" Uldi was silent for a moment, "No Fir, my book is pink," he replied innocently. Well, the yellow book on his mind right now is a book of the Qur'an with a yellow cover.

Fira patted his head, forgetting that Uelfi was really very foreign to it.

"Ulfi, which I mean the yellow book is like gini," said Fira while showing a thick classic style book where the paper is yellow and the contents use Arabic without harokat.

"Later we will study about this book, the title Fathul Qarib," continued Fira.

"Oh that, kirain was the Qur'an, seriously," said Ulfi while grinning stupidly.

"Udah yuk," said Fira then pulled the hand of Ulufi, they left together while the others had left since.

After performing Maghrib prayers, Ammar entered the mosque to begin his studies.

Ulli who realized that what filled the study this time was her husband slowly shifted to the back of her friend's body so as not to be seen by the man. To be honest she was no longer upset with her husband, only the sense of prestige and shame still mastered it.

The study began, this time Ammar discussed the chapter of prayer. A chapter that fits perfectly with what Ullis is learning. For a moment Ulfi watched her husband who explained so straightforwardly, the Arabic reading he later translated and translated with a lighter and simpler language really helped Ulli who is still basically very layman about it to be able to more easily understand.

Until it did not feel the prayer adhan isya was reverberating, Ammar who happened to be in the mosque of the princess at this time also decided to pray congregation at that place, and of course immediately became an imam.

Such a melodious voice in reciting the holy verse of the Qur'an made Uldi so enjoy his prayers that night. Well, it was the first time Ulli prayed together with Ammar as her husband, although it was not only she who became her mentor.

After performing prayers and dhikr and absent, one by one santriwati returned to his dorm, as well as Ulfi. However, she chose to go home last because she herself was still a little hesitant, whether she should go home to her husband tonight or return to the dormitory. She had lived three consecutive days in the dormitory and as agreed, on the fourth day she should have returned to her husband's house.

When the road began to quiet because all the santriwati had gone home including his friends, Uldi was still walking slowly in his anxiety, then suddenly a burly hand grabbed his hand from behind.

"Pocong pocong eh pocong," he said so surprised and scared as he closed his eyes.

"Pocong hell, this is me," the baritone voice in front of him that sounded familiar made the fear of Uldi disappear instantly.

The girl's eyes slowly opened and now it was clear that the figure of a handsome man who was none other than her husband was before her.

Deghs

Ulfi's heart was beating fast, making the blood flow in his body faster and making his face blush accompanied by a nervousness that approached him simultaneously.

"Why with my heart, the issue must be because of this killer ustadz that surprised me earlier," his mind dismissed all the possibilities that passed through his mind at this time.

"Eh ustadz what the hell is using all the grasp," muttered Uldi while removing the hand of Ammar, not because he did not like it but he was trying to neutralize his nervousness in front of the man.

"It's wrong that I'm holding my wife's hand?" ask Ammar.

"Yes wrong" he said in a high tone, "will anyone see how?" then, with a soft voice.

Ammar gave a smile at his wife's adorable behavior. Then again he grabbed the hand of Uldi and pulled it gently so that he walked to follow him to another road that was quiet and rarely passed by santri.

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