A DEEP WOUND

The class president sucks

Right now, the sky is dropping drizzling grains from up there. It was as if it could not be separated from the heavy rain.

Time off like this me and other santriwati gathered to enjoy leisure time. Occasionally joking with other friends. Until, Salsa came to disturb me to ruin the atmosphere I enjoyed.

“Manda,” reprimands Salsa approaching me while gathering with the other santriwati.

“iya,” I answered Salsa standing behind me.

“Ana want to tell Antum something, here first.” Salsa began to whisper.

Until I have to get up from my seat. Find a comfortable place together.

I began to be confused with this friend of mine, I don't know what he would tell me. Important story or not? To the extent that my hands must be pulled everything.

“Antum tau no, ana see Ustaz Aris sitting with Ustazah Nisa.” Salsa told me again by whispering near my ear.

“Terus. Why do they sit together. What does this have to do with Ana?” my answer began to be lazy to discuss what Salsa told me.

As if I didn't care. Because, for me it's normal that Ustaz Aris should sit with Ustazah Nisa.

“They are very familiar, to that laugh. You don't believe it! let's see them outside.” This time my hand had to be pulled out to look at Ustaz Aris and Ustazah Anisa.

I also according to be invited out of the room to see Ustaz Aris and Ustazah Anisa. And I'm curious too. Why did Salsa suspect the man I loved.

“Where do people sit?” I began to get upset pulling the corner of my lips up.

“Tadi sat there,” replied Salsa scratching her head a little.

“Udah Ana wants to enter first.”

“Manda, wait a minute.” My hands should be attracted again by my friend who is quite lazy in my opinion.

“What's more, Sa.”

“Ana saw they were there, but maybe they were gone before we got out. Antum anyway, a long time ago out.”

“Kok turned on Ana, anyway?”

“Antum knows, Ana had heard the story that Ustaz Aris was to be paired with Ustazah Anisa.”

“Means Antum?” I scrunched up two eyebrows.

“Iya, Manda. Antum cook do not understand,” replied Salsa again.

“Who told Antum if they wanted to be in a mate?” I asked to pull Salsa's hand to invite her to sit in front of the terrace santriwati.

“Well, if this problem must be antum direct spirit of horror story. Last ... antum in love, even pretentious in love tau.” And now it was Salsa's turn to say annoyedly to me.

“You know ana. Where can Antum tell you from?” I stared at Netra Salsa.

“Iihhh. I don't get stories from anywhere. But ... just hear from other friends gosipin antum, Ustaz Aris and Ustazah Anisa. Kayak love triangle, yes, Antum.”

“Chexagon love what does it mean? Antum heard the story from where?” I'm full of curiosity.

“From other santriwati,” replied Salsa.

“Hmm, don't know. Antum mah story is not clear.” I now face the front with my disheveled face.

“Ana afraid that antum in disappointment later same Ustaz Aris.” Salsa sat closer.

“Hmm, I don't know. But ... hopefully, Ustaz Aris still remembers with his promise to justify me.” I looked up smiling blandly at Salsa. That with confidence, I believe in the promise promised by Ustaz Aris to me.

******

Every night the students come together to study together. While studying together was going on, I asked permission to go to the bathroom.

Usually, if I want to go to the bathroom often accompanied by Salsa. Especially at night, many of us do not dare to go to the bathroom alone. Distance santriwati cottage with bathroom is quite far.

Honestly, the bathroom in my cabin is so haunted. I've been told by a santriwati who's been here a long time. In the past, he said many santriwati experienced trance. In because Ar-Rahman cottage was once a garden. The garden is quite haunted.and even though it has become a pesantrenan still far from the crowd. Until now there are still possessed santriwati.

However, not as bad as before. If in the past almost all of his students had experienced trance. Perhaps, the ghost has begun to decrease so only a few people who experience trance. That in my opinion, actually depends on our faith also in remembering the almighty. If faith were strong God willing the subtle-creatures would not dare to approach in my opinion.

“Manda, Where are you going?” reprimand Ustaz Aris standing before me.

My steps are now stopped, because greeted by a man who has made me fall in love.

“Yes, Ustaz. It's going to the bathroom,” I replied with a timid face.

“Oh yes, Anti already ate?” ask Ustaz Aris.

“Alhamdulillah, already, Ustaz.” By reply stammered, “if, Ustaz. Already eaten?"

“Alhamdulillah, already. Later ...?”

When Ustaz Aris wants to continue his words. Ustazah Anisa came to greet him, I immediately quickly left Ustaz Aris without saying goodbye in front of him.

I was confused by the feeling I felt. Though Ustazah Nisa only greeted Ustaz Aris. I don't know why I'm just upset.

I remember Salsa saying that they both wanted to be betrothed. Is this a feeling of jealousy? Perhaps Salsa's response was wrong. I'm sure Ustaz Aris won't let me down.

When I got back from the bathroom, my best friend Salsa was waiting.

“Antum discharged from where, anyway?” ask Salsa.

“Exit from bathroom,” I replied.

“Kodim jiddan (for so long)!” salsa said to me.

“Yaaa .. Ana was about to pee. But ... somehow the stomach hurts, hee so long.” I smiled at Salsa.

“Hm,” replied Salsa folded her hands in front of her chest while standing in front of me.

“Teruss ... Antum why? Where did the capo run out of?”

“Antum was found the same Ustaz Aris, the same in love snacks, the same letter also.” Salsa.

“Kok him nyari continue, continue every she nyari in no time just aja.” I answered Salsa.

“That's because he misses Antum, so look for it!"

“Totally? She's looking for Ana. But when Ana met him, she said nothing. Real antum?” ask again.

“Yes, really. Where Ana once lied to antum.” My best friend was pretentious facing the other answered me.

He asked me to come into the room for a while. Though before finishing studying, mudhabiroh angry if you know there santriwati go into the room before studying together finished.

I opened the white paper.

“Assalamu’alaikum, my future wife. Anti-health only, right. May the Antichrist always be under the protection of Allah. Anti just went that way, without saying goodbye to leave Ana just like that. At the meal, huh? What ana loves is the same Anti. Take care of health. Sweet greetings from your future priest, Ana Ubibbu kafillah (i love you for god).” Letter from Ustaz Aris.

The contents of Ustaz Aris' letter were able to make me smile on my own. How happy I was that night, when I was called a future wife.

Without realizing it, Salsa was already standing behind me as well as reading the contents of the letter from Ustaz Aris.

“Aaahh ... Ana seems to be fainting, Da. He said Antum would-be wife?” Salsa hit her two cheeks near me."Ana didn't dream, did she, Da.”

“Heee, Antum lebay once. Oh no, Salsa. This really?” I held onto Salsa's two hands with a happy face. Salsa hugged me, giggling with laughter because she was happy.

“Ana very nice to know, antum soon want to be a wife Ustaz in this cottage. Already handsome, tajir, smart, submissive, kind again. Kayak antum's. The ideal imam candidate, Da.” Salsa held my hand, with a pinch to her cheek.

“Already, already, mendingan task Antum now. Prayer’in ana may match Ustaz Aris. Now we come out ayok, later we are in the same mudhabiroh-mudhabiroh judes it.” I stood pulling my best friend's hand and asked her to come out. Salsa embraced my hands while looking at me with her sweet smile.

“Padahan, who became our mudhabiroh snot kids yes, Da.”

“Eehh, antum can't say so.” I pinched Salsa's hand.

“Iih, really too. They're, still-still High School. Not like we are intensive class, older than them.

“But still, they're here longer. And more of his religious knowledge than ours, Salsa. That's why they're made mudhabiroh!” I told Salsa.

We opened the door to study again. With the food given by Ustaz Aris. The man who will be my future priest.