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2. The Snooper
Fajr arrived, in the cold early morning the santri queued in the bathroom. Naira was still rubbing her eyes, and had just heard the dawn Adhan reverberating.
" spoof Fatma!! It's dawn, huh!!"
" attention, Naira. My stomach hurts again. Borrow another bathroom first. I think I'll be old."
" haish, who told me to eat most of her spicy snacks!" naira grumbled while leaving with a towel on her head.
" other dormitory bathrooms must be full, use public bathrooms is okay?" Naira walked towards the back of the pesantren.
" the santri putra must have gone to the mosque, hopefully empty." muttered Naira.
Sure enough, the public bathroom was deserted. It is remote, but this is an alternative for lazy son santri in line. For a timid person will not want to be alone to this public bathroom. But Naira is a brave man. 🙃
" all take a shower, ah. Today's day first, surely the teacher will be a bit late entry." murmured Naira.
He took some water dipper and flushed his body, until ten minutes later he came out of the bathroom.
" lahahhh!!" naira's screams saw a man waiting in front of her bathroom.
" who are you??!!"
" gigintip, huh??!!" scream Naira.
But the man's expression was ordinary, not surprised by Naira's scream or any guilt.
" i'm reporting to ustadz, yes!!" naira's Threat.
" haish, just woke up already in trouble. Less shit what's my life??!!" grumble the man.
" look out!!" Naira didn't want to ignore the matter and just left.
His heart continued to feel chaotic and angry. All day Naira just put on a sullen face.
" i don't want to go to the bathroom anymore!!" 😭 scream Naira.
" uh, uh, uh.. Ra?? Istigfar, why are you?" fatma was shocked to hear Naira's scream.
" Fatey!! How am I supposed to??!!"
" how is what.. I don't know, Ra.." 😩
" you have to help me!!" 😭
" aquila, Ra. Don't become a habit, deh. First story, then ask for a solution. I DON'T KNOW, Ra!" 😭
" i don't want a story.."
" jude, no." 😑
" but my mind is not good, Fatma!!" 😭
" Astagfirullah, Raa.. Free the servant from this affliction, O Allah.." 😩
" haish, the duo is noisier again." said Ayana who just entered the dorm.
" hi, guys. This afternoon get ready, yes." said Marwa who just arrived as well.
" what the hell else.." 😵 timpal Fatma.
" that handsome santri this afternoon started taking afternoon classes with us!!" 😍 continue Marwa.
" the hell time??!!" shofa's hysterical screams are the same fan.
" how do I feel so ordinary, huh?" 😑 timpal Ayana.
" look out for Ayana, now hate ater so love." 😆 Shofa timpal.
" no way, my love is only for His Messenger of Allah SAW. There's no room for another man!" 😎
" huh! Very arrogant, anyway." timpal Marwa did not accept.
" hush! Umpire.. It is not good to worship men who are not our mahram." advises Naira.
" yes.. Ja.. We are just amazed as one of His creations Allah swt." 😍
Once Naira speaks, all will obey her, but to Ayana all will always defy. I don't know why.. Maybe because Ayana is a convert, but actually Ayana is a very smart santri. But compared to Naira, all the santri and santriwati must respect Naira. Well, how not.. She is the proud daughter of an Abi Yusuf al Mardiyah, owner of Pondok Pesantren Nurul Hidayah. Yes, the pesantren that Naira now occupies.
" afternoon brother Naira." said santriwati who approached and was about to kiss her hand.
" ahh, that'sit.. We're the same age, don't hesitate? I'm santri here too. Next time who knows I'll kiss your hand." ☺
" ahh, Brother Naira could have."😅
Naira could not resist that the blood of this pesantren master flowed in her body, surely everyone hoped to kiss her hand. To obtain blessings from the descendants of a master teacher. But Naira does not want to be respected and considered special. He just wants to live life like everyone else.
" Naira, so Abi Yusuf's son how does it feel?" ask Marwa plain.
" feel? Yeah, depends. What melon do you want to taste mango?"
" hey, Naira.. Seriously." 😩
" ha.. 😄 It feels, yes like you are the son of your father. So roughly."
" you can never be taken seriously, Ra." 😑 timpal Marwa upset.
Then the five of them entered the madrasa and sat down at the place they used to live. Open the book and examine what chapters will be discussed today.
Studies underway. Today's schedule is ustadz Hikam Fauzy. The discussion is always interesting and does not make drowsiness. But in the end the lesson lasted only two hours. The afternoon payroll was completed and closed with the adzan maghrib.
" ow!" Naira felt a cramp in her leg.
" why, Ra?" ask Ayana who was still there at that time.
" my legs are cramping. Sitting in the wrong position the wrong time, yeah.."
" yaudah straightenin first."
" shame, ah. A lot of santri cow." 😩
" here, slide over here first. I'm blocking you." said Ayana who then stood blocking Naira's straightened legs.
" haish, gini cramps have been very often I'm natural. He likes it for a long time. It's okay Ayana, you go first. After all santri cowo seems to have come out all." grumbled Naira.
" are you sure it's okay to be alone here? Or do I want to call you Fatma?" Ayana.
" no need, I'll be fine in a few minutes. You pray first gih, ntar miss the congregation again." said Naira.
" jude, if you're okay. I'm waiting for you at the mosque, huh?"
" yes." said Naira briefly while still stroking her ankle.
" it's like a granny, a little bit of pegel, a little cramp." 😢 grumbled Naira.
" you're like a granny. Much grumbling!" said a man.
Naira. He checked around, there was nobody there.
" ahh, maybe just hallucinate me. Even if ghosts are okay." said Naira relaxed.
" where is there a ghost as handsome as me?" said the man who suddenly emerged from the pile of carpets with my eyes.
" aahh??!! Y-you??!" pekik Naira was shocked as she immediately folded her legs which were originally straightened.
" you're the only girl who nagged a lot here other than Nisa's ustadzah. Add to the noise pollution."
" pollution? You said the beautiful sound of Nisa's ustadzah is pollution??!!" 😡 Naira is angry because this santri insulted her teacher.
" t-wait.. Ye.. You right??!!" Naira began to remember the face of the man.
" what?" ask him lazy.
" who's got me in the bathroom??!!" Naira was upset, embarrassed and angry at him.
He clearly remembered his sleepy eyes. Why does he have to be here? Why did Naira have to see him again?!
" look out, you!! I'm reporting Abi just found out!"
" report it there!!" 😑
" i'm really going to report you!!" naira shouted while standing up without remembering her legs are still cramping.
" aahhhh!!"
Bugh!
Naira fell down making a pretty loud noise. His legs became increasingly severe, difficult to move.
" what is it, you?? Do you know again why cramps stand up?" santri said it was about to approach Naira.
" stop!! Stop there!! Don't deletin me!"
" i'm not a dog, I'm not unclean. Just a normal reaction!" he said that then moved away to the carpet pile of his territory.
" but you are also haram, not muhrim!" naira.
" if haram, it means it can be halalin dong?" 🤔
" haish, where the hell is this kid from?" muttered Naira annoyed.
" how do I make it lawful for you?" ask the man plain.
Naira just gawked at the strange question from him.
" hush! Amit-amit.. I don't want to have a soul mate like him God.." 😖 Naira muttered quietly.
Slowly his legs began to improve and he tried to stand up. But the sky is already dark and Naira will not have time to pray together in the mosque.
" want me to take me to the dorm?"
" no!" naira replied firmly.
" it's dark outside, you know."
" continue I who have been here three years, leaving dawn home the middle of the mallem should be afraid so?"
" oh, old santri apparently. Yaudah if you don't want to." he said briefly while returning to sleep.
" ye! How come you don't pray, anyway?" Naira tried to rebuke him.
" it's up to me, dong! My sins are you the one who is afraid? Don't you?"
" jude, whatever!" Naira was upset again because only this time there were people who did not obey her. He went to the dormitory with his feet still sore.
" the girl! Likes to say whatever - whatever mulu. I've met twice he's unlucky to continue." said the santri who then fell asleep again.
To Be Continue's..
