A DEEP WOUND

Rainbow after the rain

A few days later, I was invited to one of the boarding schools by my mother. Pondok pesantren which has been admired by many people.

Pondok pesantren located in West Lombok. The boarding was quite far, but the mother did not care how far away as long as the eldest daughter could go to school in the boarding school.

By using public transportation, it takes a long trip to get to the boarding school to be addressed. Because, West Lombok with North Lombok quite far. So, it takes hours to get to Mataram city.

I felt so happy during the trip I saw the atmosphere outside. After graduating from school, this is the second time I will set foot in the city of Mataram. It was full of crowds and lots of shopping centers I saw.

“Why don't you just go to college?” my mother asked me while I was on public transport.

“I'm going to college, Buk. But ... Manda wants to explore the science of religion more deeply. That's why I went to school two years ago at the cottage. Later, if you have become a Hafizah, hopefully you can continue studying at the University of Cairo. Pray, yes, Buk.” I tried to smile broadly at the mother sitting near me.

“Amin by Allah. May your noble ideals be realized, my son,” said the mother as she gently stroked the back of my hand.

Four more hours are on the way to get to the boarding house Ar-Rahman is quite tiring. Because North Lombok to West Lombok is quite far away. Not to mention me and my mother use public transportation so they have to be on the trip for a long time.

Arriving at the boarding school, I also waited for the mother who entered to meet the cabin manager, talking about the costs that would be used so that she could go to school there.

The pesantrenan I want to enter is quite extensive. And santri is also many, many people who admire the boarding school. A lot of what I heard, graduates of pesantren here many who can continue their schooling in Cairo. Nothing is impossible if God wills. I should be able to achieve my dream of going to school abroad. How I wish to become a hafizah and become an Ustazah.

After a long time sitting alone waiting for mom, suddenly mom came out with a moody face. Without further ado, my mother immediately invited me home without saying anything and just kept quiet as if thinking about something. I who saw my mother felt like I did not dare to ask. I just nodded as he asked me to go home. I was hesitant to rebuke him.

“Mother. Mom, why?” ask me on my way home.

“Nothing,” replied mom quickly with a moody face and like hiding something.

It was hard to just rebuke him. “Mother, what was in the same manager?” ask me again with curiosity.

“Bicarain how you can get into the boarding school." It looks clear mother like trying to hide the burden in her, “you just calm down, everything Mother thinks.”

Hearing my mother's words I could only try to smile in front of the woman wearing the brown veil while assuring her. In my mind, is the entrance fee of the boarding school expensive or not? I was afraid, if I had to burden my mother because of my will.

Because, if you are burdened with my will. Then I'll feel very guilty to mom.

On the other hand I was confused by the attitude of Mother, who had only been silent since returning from the boarding school Ar-Rahman. In my mind constantly surrounded by questions whether the cost is expensive to enter a boarding school? Is that why I kept quiet without saying anything??

At night when I was going to the kitchen to get some water, I saw my mother sitting on the front porch of the house.

I was confused to see Mom. With doubt, I tried to vent and asked. My steps are heavy.

“Buk,” my reprimand broke the daydream of a mother sitting on the porch of the house.

With a slightly startled face, mother like trying to put a mediocre face in front of me.

“Loh, why haven't you slept?” ask mom to look up to me.

“Should I ask? why haven't you slept yet?” I sit down to approach him.

“Nothing, Son. Mom can't sleep.”

“Yes already, I nemenin Mom here.”

“Don't.it's already night, you slept there?” my mother told me to sleep first.

“No, Buk. Mother why? Same story Manda, Buk.” I held onto my mother's two cold hands.

“Hemmm ..” Mom took a slow breath looking at me. “Good, I'll tell you the same story.”

However, she fell silent again, because there was such a doubt to say something before me. His attitude made me curious.

“Kok Mom is silent again?” ask me a little annoyed.

“Cost in the boarding house it .. expensive. Mother confused? From where will you get money for your fee to be able to school there.” I saw the sad face of my mother when she explained everything to me.

I who saw the mother sad, feel guilty because I wanted to go to school in the boarding school made her become burdened because of my wishes.

“Sorry, Buk. Manda made my mother sad. Because I want to go to school in boarding school,”, I said while looking down to feel guilty to mother.

“Heh, you don't have to apologize. You are not wrong, this is the obligation of Mother to finance you.”

But instead of desperate mother. He even tried to convince me to stay convinced that I could go to school in the cottage. Even though it is heavy to bear.

“Buk, if this is for you sad. Manda is okay, no need to go to school at the cottage. I will go to school here and here,”, I said sadly in front of my mother.

“Eh, you don't be sad. I don't want to see you sad like this.”

“Ya, already. Let's go in,” invite Mom to stop my words. “Intinya, God willing Mother will keep trying so that you can enter the boarding school there.

My mother asked me to come in and sleep because it was late at night.

Obviously I tried not to discuss the cost of school with me. I know because he doesn't want me to feel sad like I feel. Any parent will try to give their best to their child. The happiness of a child is also the happiness of parents.

Similarly, if a child is injured, the parents will feel what their child feels.

******

The morning sun was so bright, I went out somewhere without telling me. I was home alone, washing dirty clothes in the morning. Slowly and carefully I washed the dirty clothes one by one.

“Manda ... Manda!” I heard my mother's voice calling me from outside.

“Iya, Buk ..” I also took off the laundry to get to the mother who was outside.

“What's up, Buk?” I asked who saw my mother standing near the door.

“Nak, you know. Tomorrow ... you become a school in pesantrenan,” said the mother with a big smile.

I stared at my mother's net, and was confused by her words.

“Loh, why can?” ask me again in wonder and confusion.

“ Anyway, you take it easy. Your job is to school and study diligently so that what you aspire to can be realized.”

“What mother mean?”

“Intinya, you become a school in the boarding school. And mom was told that. The other party called mom."

“Mother really! Mom doesn't bother ‘kan. I'm so happy to hear all this, Buk.” I hugged my mother tightly. Because how happy I was to finally be able to go to school in the boarding school as well.

Ever since the news I heard about going to school at the boarding school made me so very happy. From there I began to take care of various kinds of letters that would be needed to enter the boarding school.

Two days after taking care of all the requirements, I was escorted by Mother to West Lombok, where the boarding house Ar-Rahman.

*****

I was very sad when I knew I would be away from my mother and rarely met. However, behind the sadness there is also a sense of happiness when mothers can see me school in the boarding school becomes a reality.

“Mother go home first, you are fine here, yes?” my mother said to me before I came home.

“Iya, Buk. Be careful and take care of your health as well. Don't worry Manda. I ‘kan already big,” my words again reassure mom.

“Yes already, Mom's home first. Remember that! study diligently so that you can be hafizah and can go to school in Cairo as you want.”

“Iya, Buk. Sure,” answered me again with confidence.

First entering the boarding house, I felt foreign and just sat quietly in the room. Because I haven't studied yet, I just stayed in the room without any friends I knew.

Understand, because I'm a new santriwati. So I was also embarrassed to say hello first. But ... When sitting alone, suddenly there was a girl who came to me and the same age as me.

“Hai, whose name are you?” asked one of the santriwati who was in the boarding school to approach me.

I picked up the round-eyed girl who stood up to me in a friendly manner. And I quickly returned a friendly greeting from the girl.

“Imanda, or just call Manda,” I replied while getting up from my seat.

“My name is Salsa,” he replied again with a big smile looking at me. Then put your hand out in front to invite a shake.

“Oouhh .. Your name is Salsa, yes, Where are you from?”

“I am from West Lombok. Not too far from this cottage,” replied Salsa friendly to me.

“Good, your home is not far from here.”

“When are you from?” ask Salsa again.

“I am from North Lombok,” I replied briefly.

“Means so much, yes,” says Salsa again.

Since that meeting, Salsa and I have been very good friends. I was also always with Salsa and shared with each other. Salsa was the first friend I knew when I entered the boarding school.