A Will From Mama

C-8

Today Nabila returned home for the Eid al-Fitr holiday. Holidays this time include long because in the cottage there is only a holiday for Islamic holidays only and after the holiday is usually long.

Cars and motorcycles have been coming since this morning. The home permit has also been open since 7 am. When the morning cottage is still crowded with people who are busy with their respective activities.

The atmosphere this morning was inversely proportional to this afternoon, the cottage turned quiet almost like a cemetery. Only a few people remained in the cottage. Vehicles that had filled the field also no longer existed.

Marginalised

My mother's been home since morning, because she didn't come straight home. He wanted to stay at his friend's house first. Father and mother did not allow us to stay at a friend's house. But for so many reasons, that it was allowed by both of our parents.

Actually I want to go home with my friends who are in the direction of my house. But mom said it would be noon Budi who would pick me up. So I broke my intention.

Me and my nine other friends are still in the cabin. We used the time before we came home to clean our room. We helped each other clean the room.

After we finished cleaning our room. There are some of my friends who come out the cottage just looking for entertainment and meet the needs. There are also those who wash their clothes because they do not want to bring dirty clothes home. While Dina and I chose to rest while waiting for an invitation. We both told him a lot until we fell asleep.

At 13:00 wib

When I was still wandering around my dream world. Suddenly someone woke me up and automatically made me wake up.

"Bil... wake up, Bill. Come on, wake up Bil!" hasna.

"When you wake up, you don't wear it for long!" continue Nurma.

"Ihhhh...you two why the hell?" I said I was upset because it was my two friends.

"Below there's a really cool guy," Hasna said.

"Beauty again" continued Nurma.

"What do I need to do with her?"

"He's got you" replied Nurma.

"Eh....what a rame you guys are," said Dina who just woke up because of my two friends.

"Below there's a guy kernnn. And he's looking for Nabila" Hasna replied.

"I'd like to go down first" I said.

"At the end of the day, Bill?" hasna asked with a face as if she hoped that she would be invited to see who the men were looking for Nabila.

"You wanna come?" my many.

"No bill, you are here, you are here" replied Dina.

I took my hijab and I put it on. After making sure that it is okay, nothing is lacking. I immediately went down to ascertain who the man referred to my two best friends earlier.

"Assalamu'alaikum.

"Wa'alaikumsalam...where the hell I've been waiting for you here for a long time," protested the man, who was none other than Budi.

"Emang since when?" I ask who does not know how long you are waiting for me.

"Since I got home from school, you didn't see me still in my school uniform" he replied, revealing the uniform he was still wearing.

"Sorry, I fell asleep" I said.

"Yes I'm sorry. Come home now, I'm tired. The guest immediately rest,"

"Okay, I'll grab the stuff and get changed. We'll wait here first,"

"Don't be long!"

I left him to wait for me again. I can't bear to leave him down alone, but what else. If a man should not enter the santri princess's room. Even if you just go up to the room and wait in front of the room just can not.

My three best friends came to me when I went into the room. And they asked me a lot of questions that made me dizzy with their questions. No one wants to budge, the three of them simultaneously love me different questions. Al results I don't mind them.

I immediately changed my uniform and picked up the things I had prepared since this morning. Indeed, it is a rule that permission to either go home or go to the cottage must wear uniforms. And if the permission to go home there must be evidence that the one who picked up was really family.

When I finished, I noticed my friends who were upset because I never answered their questions.

"Well, the question is. But of all you ask I don't remember what you asked. Since you guys are talking together and making my head dizzy," I replied as I showed a dizzy expression.

"Sorry.." they answered compactly.

"I'm clear, listen carefully and there's no question after that,"

"Yes" answered Nurma representing them.

"The man was my best friend since childhood, he was the same age as us. He's here to pick me up because there's an event at home. So no one can pick me up. And offer to pick me up. I'm going home, I'm sorry he's been waiting a long time,,"

"You owe us the same story, I've been waiting for your story about him" Hasna said.

"Well, if you don't tell the same story, watch out!" nurma Ancam.

"Remember well Bil," continued Nurma.

"Yes, I'm on vacation, I'm telling you. But now I want to go home first. Before I go home I'm sorry to be born and happy holiday and happy Eid al-Fitr,"

"We are too" replied Dina.

"Yes, I'm home with assalamualaikum....."

"Wa'alaikumsalam." they answered.

After saying goodbye to my best friend. I took the bag and got off.

"By the way back, you didn't bring a card?"

"Yes, let me take it first," replied Budi while taking out a visit card from his wallet and handed it to me.

"Izin first, don't tell me you're just my best friend. Tell me you're my brother,"

"Yes, we've got our hunt in,"

"Corn,"

Every santri must have a visit card given to their guardian. And the card must always be brought when visiting or picking up his child. If there is no card, there is no permit. Because the card proves that the one who invites the santri is really the guardian of the santri.

I accidentally put Budi's name on my visit card. On the card are the names of my parents and Budi, which I wrote as my brother. Because I already consider him as my brother.

And if both my parents can't visit or pick me up, then you can represent them. As of this moment, it was only this time that he had come alone. Usually she would come with mom and she was just waiting for the motor. Mom called me and mbak. So no wonder my best friend asked me so many questions. Out of habit from where, if there is something new and different it will certainly be like that.

When permission mbak-mbak security guard do not believe that Budi is my brother. I explained carefully and Budi just kept quiet because I asked him to shut up earlier. After a long debate they finally believed. And I was allowed to go home.

"Izin is so complicated anyway," complained Budi.

"I mean they're good too Di, I tell them you're my age, so they think you're my boyfriend, too,"

"Yes, let's go home now yuk" he asked.

"Tomorrow.." answered me enthusiastically.