A Will From Mama

C-4

Madiuns

Nabila Putri Ardeliana, commonly called Nabila. A 12-year-old woman living in Madiun. Restless, that's what he feels right now. He doesn't want to leave his best friend and live in a place he doesn't know who he's going to be with. Both of his parents told him to continue school to the boarding school. He wants to be with his best friend.

Actually he's not alone in that cabin. Because he's been there for almost 2 years. Sometimes his mother also invited Nabila to come with him to visit his mother. But because schoolwork is always there and sometimes there are extra hours. She never went with her mother.

Only when her mother first entered the cottage did she come to take her. Because he's worried that his mom won't be there. But the estimate is wrong, mbaknya very comfortable there. He said there are many friends, people are friendly and good, and there are many more reasons that make him feel at home there.

Pon Pes Darul Syifa is one of the modern and salafy lodges in the Ponorogo region. Many students come from outside the city, some even come from outside the island. In the cottage it is not only taught about the book or the Koran but also taught formal lessons such as school in general. It's just that in the hut the santri are taught to live independently with Akhlakul Karimah.

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Marginalised

I always help my mom clean the house. Like today I swept the courtyard of the house. But before I came out I was called mom, so I approached mom first.

"Dek so come with mom no?" ask mom when Nabila is next to her.

"Yes dong" replied Nabila surely.

"If it runs out then immediately get ready. We leave in the morning, again the rainy season later if we leave in the afternoon afraid of rain," said the mother.

"Yes Mom, uh... Mom, if I want to talk to you, can't I? You see, yesterday I told him that today I want to go to the cottage to visit mbak," I asked.

"Of course I can" replied the mother, smiling at me.

"Ye... if so I nyapu first yes and after that I went to Budi's house to tell him," I said again.

"Yes, I'm going to the noon rush" replied the mother.

I went outside to sweep the yard. My home page is quite spacious, can accommodate 3 cars and even still leftovers. I'll finish my job soon. When I sweep suddenly Budi comes with his youngest sister named Fina.

"Hi deck Fina, what else is deck?" ask Fina who just walked.

"Alan-alan agi," replied Fina indeed could not speak eloquently.

"Eh bil, how can I come see you? I've permission both papa and papa sent bang Adit to nganter us," said Budi.

"The mother's word must not be, next time," I replied.

I never thought of doing it, yes,,

My inner.

"GK believe me. You must be lying!" budi said.

" No wonder I lied to you if there is no benefit for me, too" I replied still not want to be honest with you.

" I'm so memorized to you, you must be lying! And you want to fuck me, don't you?"

"No, Fina believes it's not the same?" I said the one who saw Fina was just watching us.

Fina nodded and hugged me.

"Fina was a child Bil, again we were from a small age the same as me. From waking up to sleeping again. And what we are doing is the same. Whatever it is about you, I've memorized it. You don't have to lie to me. Now you answer honestly or ... " said Budi.

Budi did not continue his words, but he walked over to me and Fina. He walked slowly closer to us and suddenly separated Fina from me. It wasn't enough to get there, he was staring at me holding Fina.

"Ok.. ok.. I. ngaku.....,"

"Absuve why?"

"ka.. ka..."

Hearing my answer just now, he stopped tickling me. After I made sure he was a little away from me. I continue my words again.

"But....."

"Especially you want me to tickle again,"

"No, help me get over the spit first,"

"Ye elah. Yes, I help, I take a broom first. You watch Fina first!"

Budi immediately put Fina down and went to take a broom. Fina played with my cat.

It didn't take long, but I'm back on the page. The two of us ended up cleaning my yard together with Fina who was playing around with my cat.

A few moments later the page already looks clean because it is done both of which usually takes a long time to clean this page. After the clean page we return our sweeping fixtures. And after everything was neatly arranged, Budi and Fina went home to get ready.

Budi, he's my best friend. Since his family moved to Madiun. He was always sent to his mother. Because his mother worked in one of the public hospitals. And his dad was a great lawyer. From the age of 3 years he and his family moved to Madiun. And I and Budi were educated and raised by my mother. When Budi was 7 years old he had a younger brother and a few years ago he also had another sister, Fina. Fina is very close to me, because she is always invited to Budi if Budi comes to my house. Our house is only a wall. So no wonder that Budi often plays to my house.

Back to story

The House of Nabil

After Budi and Fina came home, Nabila immediately entered the house. He also rushed to get ready to go with his mother.

"Udah ready not yet deck!" call my mom from outside the room.

"Bentar ma'am" replied Nabila.

Nabila who heard the call of the mother immediately accelerated his activities. And before he came out of the room, Budi had already come.

"Assalamualaikum.." said Budi.

"Wa'alaikumsalam. Are you ready, son?" ask mother.

"Yes Mom. Where's Mom?"

" Alright, I'm there Mom"

"Yes....."

Mom rushed out with some stuff she was going to bring. While Budi, he immediately went to Nabila's room.

Just wanted to come out, suddenly Budi came in. Fortunately Nabila is still in front of the glass, not in front of the door. If only he had been at the door, he might have knocked on the door.

"Eh. If you want to enter the room, knock on the door, say hello. Not just playing in" said Nabila.

"Gak papa dong, I'm like this just to you.. ha. ha. ha. ha.." replied Budi with a laugh.

"No papa - no papa, what do you mean. After hitting our heads, we're not kids anymore,"

"MI has not graduated yet, which means we are not big yet. We're still kids,"

"As for you, I don't want to argue with you. Move aside I want to go out" said Nabila while trying to shift Budi's body that blocked the door.

"Yes.... Yep.... Don't be mad, I didn't accidentally. Next time I knock on the door"

"Whatever"

"Bill"

"What the hell"

"Sorry dong" while putting on a face.

"Yes, I'm sorry but if you repeat the same mistake I'm not going to excuse you"

"Promise not to repeat the same mistake"

"We've left now yuk" mother's wounds.

"Come.." answer me and take it.

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Indeed, Nabila and Budi sometimes argue vague, nosy, and many habits that they do. Many friends think they are dating. But they have had principles since they were children even before they had many friends and schools.

Their principle is the same;

First. They will follow any orders of their parents, as long as it is not contrary to the teachings of Islam.

Second one. We will not disappoint our parents and will not make them sad because of their behavior.

Thirdly. Whatever happens in the future, they will be true friends forever.

Fourthly. Although many of the opposite sex like them, they will not date.

I don't know what they can do about that principle. Although the principle is not written like a will or any other, they always remember the four principles.

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It did not take long because the distance of the house to the cottage is not far. 40 minutes of travel they have arrived. Mother was saying goodbye to calling while the others were waiting for them outside the car. A few minutes later, my mother came with me.

As soon as Nabila saw her mother, she immediately hugged her. Nabila misses his mom very much, because last they met with when Eid al-Fitr yesterday. It was not long, the 15th leafan mbaknya had returned to the cottage.

We are looking for a comfortable seat. Because today is a holiday in the cottage, so many students who are also visited by their families. We're just going around in circles looking for a comfortable place.

After finding a comfortable place we immediately sat down. She started talking about life in the cottage. Nabila just heard and asked some that he did not know. Likewise with others, occasionally interrupting.

After a long time they talked, Nabila invited Budi to go around the cottage. Budi also agreed to Nabila's invitation.

They both went around the cottage. Look around like the state of the cottage. This cottage is quite spacious and many residents. Almost in every corner they pass, they must cross paths with people. Either those who are gathering with family or gathering with fellow students.

After being satisfied they returned because they were tired of going around. They also returned to that place. And when they got there, my mother asked me to go home.

When he saw his mother, he seemed to not want to stay mother. Inwardly Nabila, will I be like that when I am here later?.

Desty (the mother of Nabila) felt her sister watching her. He immediately took off his embrace with and mother and turned to approach the sister.

"Sir.., you won't regret going here. And you'll be lucky if you go to school out there. The outside is too free. Ma'am wait for your presence here." said Desty.

" Yes, mbak,"

"Yes, we have come home now, the rain will be cloudy" said the mother.

"Yes, ma'am" replied Nabila.

"Be careful, take good care of my sister if you make her sad!" message to Budi.

"Calm down, I won't make him sad. Even he makes me sad, because I can't jail him anymore if he's here,"

"Hu,"

"He.... He's..... He's..... "

" We go home first, take good care of yourself here"

"Ready Ma'am"

"Assalamualaikum.." said we together.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.