Because Me Santri's

02. WAITED WAHID.

I immediately rushed to the bathroom in a hurry. A moment later after I finished, just hit the gas like a GP moto racer-towered into the room. Put a towel, change clothes with a white cocoa shirt, take a green turban that hangs next to the closet. And immediately tancap back with a flurry to the mosque.

Sasempinya in front of the mosque door, I stop my steps, set my breath, and try to calm down. Then I looked at the clock on the outside wall of the mosque, right above the door I was going through.

"Bismillah, hopefully it's not too late" I really hope it's not too late again. Because it was dawn I did not congregate in the mosque. Is it too late now?, I don't want it at all.

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I don't live alone, a group or an organization. But I was and lived in a scope that could not be said to be small. Yeah, I'm in a scope that can be said to be quite large. Alhamdullilah begging.

Which is called in English "Islamic Boarding Shcool." Or in the Indonesian language is "pesantren hut". This cottage is located in: Tanjung Tengang, Melawi. West Kalimantan. This ponpes is called Bustanul Qur'an, which means: The Garden of the Qur'an.

So all the strict rules and regulations that exist in this ponpes apply. For anyone who violates it will definitely get a punishment in accordance with what is violated.

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I stepped into the mosque. After entering the mosque, I was struck by a black turban that grabbed me by my face so strongly. It made me the center of attention of some of the students who saw it while the sermon was going on, though not all.

The black turban just now belonged to a person with a large body posture, with a face that looks spooky, now he is in front of me. He patted my shoulder while embracing me. "Sit down, it's over!" It was cold, whispering in my ear. I just gulped, trembled, unable to see his fierce face.

He was named Nur Wahidin, often in Wahid pangil, he became the manager of the cottage in the security section. So anyone who is late, will deal with him. Including me now!

What punishment will you be?, hopefully not severe. Or the... Duh what is it?. My mind is constantly haunted by questions that reflexively arise in my mind. Even until the end of Friday prayers, my mind was still haunted by questions waiting for a definite answer.

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Afternoon. Half an hour and five. I was in the hall, sitting quietly alone at the end of the corner of the hall. Just accompanied by a warm cup of coffee and a notebook at the table, next to me.

In the great hall I was not alone, the santri were also in the hall. Starting from those who talk doang, eat snacks, read books, nderes qur'an, until santri who sanyat khusyuk mutolla'ah yellow book. All rested spread into one in that hall.

"What a bath, it looks like it's still relaxing!" Rebuking someone who suddenly came, from behind me, broke my daydream just now.

I turned, "Udah kok" I answered briefly. "You came to play kagetin!" My welcome with a curvy smile on my lips.

She returned my smile, then sat down next to me. "Lha antum mah just be quiet, daydreaming. Dreaming is not good" he said. I just grimaced to realize my manner of batusan.

"Oh, yeah. Rids. There's something forgetfulness I want to say" he said casually.

"Flame.... But don't be weird!" I asked by tagging.

"Assalamu alaikum" he greeted.

"That's all, that's forgetfulness!" Bridge informs.

I couldn't hold the curvature in my lips, what else when he was acting like just now. When he forgets things intentionally or not... Things he wanted to say, like giving greetings.  That has become his own characteristic as a santri.

His name is Setiawan. He was the same as the usual santri, not the manager or the others.... His age is easier than mine.

"Why is antum here?" He asked, occasionally glancing at the book and a glass of coffee on the table. "Not anymore. Just again to do the Economic task, while waiting for people" I told.

"Oh, kirain... Again busy" said Setiawan while taking a glass of coffee on the table, then drink it with great pleasure.

Setiawan's eyes rounded, wide, after drinking a glass of coffee. "Well, this is great coffee... What does antum do for yourself?" Ask with curiosity.

I just nodded, without a word. My gaze was fixed on the wall clock that had shown the clock, five or less three minutes. I don't know why I started to feel uncomfortable, there was joy and also worry. Mixed into one in my mind.

"Antum why?, why is his face so tense!" Ask Setiawan while looking at my face. I glanced at him, grinning. "Why not" I replied trying to relax.

"Udah... Antum do not need to cover up again, it is already visible. Tell me why!"  Yanya Setiawan was serious, with urgency. While scratching an empty glass, which previously contained coffee.

I lowered my gaze, occasionally looking at him. His face that looked serious made me think. Maybe he can help me, I'll tell you about me being late.

"The person I'm waiting for is Wahid, there's business with him, I'm late. But until this afternoon I haven't seen him" I said.

Setiawan nodded, then looked towards me. "Wahid?, Why not just samperin!" Exclaims.

"Why is he?, why is he!, but he told me to wait in this hall!" I asked back. I was a little less understood by Setiawan's intentions. "What's wrong, Wan." I ask once again.

Setiawan smiled sweetly at me, making me only able to grin, without knowing how to respond. "Antum doesn't know, Wahid. He's out of the ashar prayer, gone to the library." His word.

It is fitting that Wahid did not come, to punish me, it turns out that he was in the library. Did he forget me?, I don't know. Why go to the pemperakan? I know less too.

"Is there a task?, or does he want to study there?" I asked with curiosity. Setiawan shrugged both of his shoulders, gesturing if he did not know.

I don't think too long anymore. "Yes, thank you very much, I'll be there soon!" I said in a hurry. Setiawan Setiawan smiled as he stuck out his hand. "Yes, it's over there!, it's over night" he chanted. "Yes ntar missed the night bus" I said with a smile, shaking hands.

"Assalamu alaikum" I greeted him, walking away from him.

"Wa alaikumussalam warahmatullahi bawarakatu" he replied with a shout.