A DEEP WOUND

Incident

The morning was so bright in the first hour for English lessons. Where I and my other friends waited for Ustazah Nisa to fill the hours of English lessons.

For thirty minutes, Ustazah Anisa had not yet come to teach us. The other Santriwati is playing alone. I was busy writing too.

There was the sound of greeting from someone who was no stranger I heard.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Ustaz Aris while knocking on our classroom door.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” replied the santriwati.

I who was writing, turned to see Ustaz Aris coming into our class.

And .. he's headed for my desk. Which made my face tense for a moment. Ustaz Aris advanced little by little making my heart beat fast. What he's gonna do. Oh my god .. I'm afraid he's saying something no-no. This is class.

I'm mistaken. As it turned out, what happened was Ustaz Aris standing straight in front of my desk to explain the santriwati. I'm too into the puck.

“Ana repeated again, earlier you were not in unison answer. Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullohhi wabarokatuh.” Ustaz Aris saluted again standing in front of the santriwati.

“Wa’alaikumsalam warahmatullohhi wabarakatuh,” replied the santriwati.

“Today Ustazah Anisa could not attend to teach anti all, because he was away no business. So, today ana will fill the subjects held by Ustazah Nisa. Oh yes, Ustaz does not carry the usual package used for your teaching. Gini only, today anti-create stories about holidays using English. And don't use a dictionary if there are words you don't know what the English is. Write according to ability, if anyone sees the dictionary, will Ustaz give punishment!” Ustaz Aris ordered the sisters to make a holiday story using English according to their respective abilities.

 

Santriwati also started writing stories in English. So did I who started to pull out books and start writing.

 

Ustaz Aris sat in Master's chair and read a book. For a while waiting for the santriwati to make the task ordered by Ustaz Aris.

“Oya, anti all often do not pray duha?” ask Ustaz Aris. And I just focused on making my story.

“Often-often that, Ustaz.” The santriwati answered.

“Kok often so, the anti-all answer is not sure ni.” Ustaz Aris giggled at the words of the santriwati. “It can all prayer prayers duha?”

“Can, Ustaz.” Ica replied Ustaz Aris.

“Try anti-read,” said Ustaz Aris told Ica to go forward.

“Kok ana, Ustaz. Ana can only be half,” replied Ica with a cry.

“Astagfirulloh thing’azim! why only half? These trivial things like this anti all can not. This is intensive class, the oldest class of his age among other students. Who often salat duha here?” asked Ustaz Aris to scold the santriwati.

 

I was silent not answering. If I can be honest I often do prayer duha. But ... whose name is doing good we must not say. That's why I just kept quiet. Although I did not answer, friend\-friend already said first tell Ustaz Aris.

 

“Manda,” replied Ica who was sitting next to me.

“Kok ana!” I looked at Ica.

“Na’am, Ustaz. Manda often salat duha. And almost every day, Ustaz.” Some santriwati told Ustaz Aris, but I just fell silent not answering anything. Ustaz Aris who was told was silent for a moment to hear the santriwati say my name who often perform duha prayers.

“In addition to Manda, who also often do duha prayers?” ask Ustaz Aris again to us.

“Try Manda, anti-read friends. Let the can not be,” said Ustaz Aris told me to go forward to read the prayer duha. Actually I don't want to be told. Because of the teacher's request I did.

 

I then went forward, standing in front of the class with a racing heart when Ustaz Aris told me to read the prayer of the duha prayer.

 

“Bismillahhirohmanirohim, Allahumma innad duhaa’a duhaauka, wal bahaaa’a wal jamala jamaaluka, wal quwwataka quwwatuka, wal quudrota qudrotuka, wal ismata ismatuka. Allahumma in kana rizki fis samaa, fa anzilhu, wa in kana fil ardi fa ahrijhu, wa in kana mu’assarom fayas harhu, wa in kana haromam fatah harhu, wa in kana baa idam fakor robhu, bi hakki duha ika, waba ha ika, wajama lika, waku watika, wakudrotika, aa tinima atae ta, iba dikas sooolihin.” I read the prayer until finished in front of the class.

“What does it mean, Manda?” ask Ica.

“Search yourself,” reply Ustaz Aris, “now sit Manda.”

 

I sat back down to my seat, continuing to make up the story told by Ustaz Aris.

 

My heart is always worried when spoken to by Ustaz Aris. I'm afraid my friends are talking a no-no about me later.

“Later to learn the same Manda prayer prayer duha,” Ustaz Aris standing in front of the class, “kalian 'kan school in the boarding school. Cook trivial things duha anti prayer prayer can not, he said tahfiz school but prayer duha only just one two can! Please memorize, do not just you memorize the qur’an only, later if asked by Mother and Father, continue to not be able to pray like this. Anti all outrageous! what is the use of schools in pesantren cottage.” Ustaz Aris was furious in our class.

“Although the school in pesantren, but never taught such prayer, Ustaz.” Cetus Ica replied Ustaz Aris.

“Lohh, anti cook should wait to be taught first just want to learn. Do not do so, other than in the same lesson Master as well. Anti all should also look for another reprension, Fahim tum.”

“Fahim na, Ustaz," replied the santriwati.

“Ya already, do the job again!” asserted Ustaz Aris told the santriwati to do their respective tasks.

 

After two hours of lessons. Ustaz Aris out of class. And do not forget also he had\-fournya slip a paper under my book.

I who saw him could only be silent and did not dare to ask. He never wanted to understand, if there was a santriwati who saw him put paper in my book. I don't know what other words I'll hear later.

Ustaz Aris is out. Makes me slowly\-pelan pull my book. I opened a little bit of paper tucked in, it turned out to be a letter.

What I'm afraid of is happening too. The friend sitting behind me saw Ustaz Aris tucking the paper under my book.

 

“Rin, looks like Ustaz Aris put something under the book, Manda.” Meti told Rina.

“Masak, anyway, kok ana do not see,” replied Rina.

“How antum can see, antum sitting in back. So, where antum can see the hand of Ustaz Aris who slipped something under the book Manda.

“He put what?” ask Rina again.

“Looks like a hell, letter,” replied Meti again.

I don't know what else I'm gonna hear. Until when like this continues. I'm tired if I keep talking about the no-no by friends.