Bloody Pesantren

Birthday Anniversary

...Just a simple word...

...There is no fighting...

...There's no seduction...

...But you know, that phrase is capable of making me know...

...If you really love me...

...👽👽👽...

Study time was over five minutes ago, and I should have been in my dorm room, but not tonight. In fact, until this moment, we are still sitting on the prayer mat that was used for prayer.

Somehow the Asatidz told us to stay where we were. Nisa looks agitated, as well as the others. Why be on all freaks, like people want to be in court. Or maybe you really want to be in court.

I nudged Nisa's arm.

"What?" He turned his head left and right, making sure no one saw us chatting. Because however the rules remain rules, it is strictly forbidden to open your voice when gathered like this.

"What's this really about?" I asked no less.

"He said Ustadzah found love letters"

"That means, there's gonna be a dong trial?"

"Maybe"

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatulli wabarokatuh"

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh" There were simultaneous answers from all the Santriwati in the current assembly.

Nisa and I immediately changed their sitting position before being caught talking to Ustadzah.

Silence, after the greeting. Not a single alphabet was heard. As if the roar of breath of all the santriwati was afraid to make a sound.

It is this kind of situation that I do not like the most. Gripping and certainly thrilling.

I looked at Ustdazah Salma who was in front of me, giving a look, who he was looking for.

"I don't want to mince words" A stern voice that rarely Ustadzah Salma appeared before us, except when he was angry or disappointed.

"You all must have known, the prohibitions that exist in this pesantren." Again quiet, again,

I began to feel uneasy, Ustadzah Salma even for the first time to speak expressionlessly like this.

Santriwati who was sitting at the front of the saf turned towards the hallway, the road that connects the assembly with our dormitory. It made me wonder and look.

Seen several Ustadzah carrying boxes with the names of their respective rooms.

Oh, my God, so Ustadzah Salma was waiting for this. I know what's in that box, it's proof that there's a santriwati who's breaking the rules. It turned out that some of the Ustadzah had gone to search our room.

Seen some santriwati restless, see the box in the hands of the ustadzah. I'm sure their favorite thing is there.

From the things in the box I knew, now there would be a trial for the santriwati who was secretly dating.

"Please come forward for santriwati who are indeed dating santriwan" All glanced at each other. I kept quiet, because I didn't have a boyfriend. Boro-boro has a boyfriend, no girlfriend. But I'm grateful, because when I'm like this I don't have to be afraid.

"If no one wants to confess, I and the other Ustadzah will burn all these things, and of course the punishment you will get is much heavier. We just want to know how honest you are!" The whispers begin to sound.

And finally, one by one santriwati stood up. The right choice, my heart. Not much, just about a dozen people. But this year is a record high for santriwati caught dating, usually under ten people.

"Nothing else?" Ustadzah Salma raised his voice again. But the one who answered even the roar of the wind, Silence.

"Thank you, to the honest one. But I'm so sorry that my foster kids aren't being honest!"

Foster child?

I lifted my head, looking at Ustadzah Salma who was now staring into the middle row, where the five of us were in that row.

Who does Ustadzah Salma mean? Me and the others look at each other, of course we know who Ustadzah Salma calls foster children, which is us.

"Who's dating?" Overshipped. Dela shrugged her shoulders, as did Iqlima, Fitri and Nisa.

"Rome! Please explain ahead. What is the reason you are not honest?!"

"Aah?!" I'm gawking, how not. Why am I being told? I stared at Ustadzah not understanding, while I made sure all the eyes in this assembly were staring at me.

"Ma-sorry Ustadzah, but why me?"

"Still asking why?! Forward up!" All those years I heard Ustadzah Salma yelling at me. Rather than later Ustadzah more angry, I better go forward, if in fact I do not understand.

I stood behind Ustadzah, not daring to look ahead. I'm sure all the other pairs of eyes are focused on looking at me. I told you, collected like this I already do not like, what else is one of the causes of this trial to happen.

I tried to guess, did Ustadzah get any information that I was dating? If so, who is she dating?

"Who's your boyfriend, Ra?!" Ustadzah Salma looked at me disappointed. I was confused as to what to say. I know Ustadzah must have pocketed someone's name, because women when asking for an explanation are actually 20% testing honesty and 80% of the original have shunned.

But this is another problem in me, I never dated.

"Rara" Call Ustadzah Salma firmly.

"I am not dating Ustadzah" I replied, looking down. The silence made me even less aware of what to say.

"Santriwan himself said that if he's your girlfriend, you still don't want to be honest?" Ustadzah Salma began to sound furious.

A santriwan? Wh who? I cursed in my heart, who slandered me like this, I-I-I became a boyfriend again!

"But I really don't know Ustadzah, maybe the guy took the same time I did so ngaku be my girlfriend. I never had an Ustadzah"

"Well then, come with me to the courtroom" My eyes were perfectly rounded, the room was only attended by seriously troubled students.

I bowed in frustration, tarnished my good name if I entered the room, although sometimes speaking without thinking, but gini-gini I included exemplary santri and role models.

"But Ustadzah..."

"What are you going to do for any more reasons, Ra? Honestly, I'm disappointed in you" Now I'm looking down, hearing Ustadzah Salma say it makes pain in the heart.

I disappointed him, even though I never did.

"Sorry, Ustadzah"Lirihku. Ustadzah sounded like he was breathing heavily. I really didn't mean to disappoint him.

"Ustadzah Husna, I ask you to guide these sisters, however they must remain broken" Ustadzah Husna nodded in understanding.

"And you, Ra. Follow me" I nodded slowly, then followed Ustadzah from behind.

Whoever dares to confess my girlfriend, just wait, I won't stay quiet like this.

👽👽👽

I've waited about 30 minutes in the courtroom, but Ustadz Syarif has not yet returned to bring the brash santriwan.

Ustadzah Salma did look really disappointed in me. The proof now, he did not invite conversation as usual.

There is a business that makes me dizzy like this, one problem has not been widespread, this even arises one more problem.

"Assalamu'alaikum" The voice of Ustadz Sharif came from the door.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" I turned for a moment, my eyes perfectly rounded when I saw the santriwan who is now with Ustadz Syarif.

Brainstorm

"Sit down, Ham" Ilham smiled at Ustadzah Salma before he sat across the table I sat at.

I held back the growl, he can still smile? even though I entered this room alone I was not sure the exit could be safe.

If there were no Ustadz and Ustadzahs here, I would have plucked his stomach. Why is he still here? not that I asked him not to be here anymore.

You stubborn man, now why is he trying to be my girlfriend, want to see me out of the cabin?

"Ilham, is Rara your boyfriend?" Salma's Ustadzah goes straight to the core point.

"No..."

"Yes, Ustadzah. Rara is indeed my girlfriend" My hands are clenched perfectly, what does this human want?

"Lied Us...."

"Silent Ra! I didn't ask you!" I lowered my head to hear the high notes of Ustadzah Salma.

"But, not Rara this is Ustadz, Ustadzah. Rara my boyfriend is at home, where my mugkin wants to be with him" My mouth gaping perfectly, already got me in trouble and now blatantly humbling me.

God, why do I have to meet this kind of man?

"Who wants to be with you!" My determination after my consciousness returned to perfection. Dealing with Inspiration does make me half crazy.

"Keep why did you write Rara's name, when I told her to be honest" Ustadz Sharif stared intently at Ilham.

"Sorry Ustadz, Ustadz just told us to honestly have a girlfriend or not, and if it had a name. Ustdaz did not tell that the girlfriend he was referring to turned out to be santriwati" Now Ustadz Syarif and Ustadzah Salma look confused.

Ilham looked at me for a moment, a mocking smile engraved on his lips for me.

Shit, it turns out he bullied me.

"But you know each other?" Ustadzah Salma still looks suspicious.

"No"

"Yes"

I again held back my anger, Inspiration is really testing my patience.

"Where is it right?!" Ustadz Syarif. I answered 'no', and Ilham answered 'yes'

"I knew his name was Ustadz, he didn't"

"I do not know ustadz, only ever heard the name doang" Reply.

"A few days ago, I met the two of you at the gate, what were you doing?"

Geez, Ustadz Syarif remembers.

" Just help him carry the Ustadz package, told the teacher" I nodded confirming, indeed what is in the clear Inspiration is right. He only helped yesterday, nothing more than to raise tension.

"Keep this photo?" Ustadzah Salma thrust his Handpone, showing our photo this afternoon in front of the car. With Ilham sticking out his tongue was seen mocking me and me who was standing in front of the car with an annoyed face.

God, why are paparazzi everywhere. I shut up, what should I say? Because in fact I and Ilham was one car, one house again.

"The grab I was riding almost hit him, because of him the road is not wearing eyes. It's not that he's sorry he's angry" The very intention of Inspiration pisses me off, but being willing to refute means I have to be ready to make a new alibi, and for now my brain really can't be compromised.

"What's that, Ra?" I had to nod.

"Yes, Ustadzah. Because in a hurry I don't see any cars passing by"

"Okay, maybe we misunderstood you guys" Salma's Ustadzah remark made my heart relieved.

"But, for you Inspiration, dating is not good, more harm than benefit" Ilham nodded in understanding.

"And you Ra, do not like to be rash and distracted, keep your words. We do not know that people can be hurt to hear the words we say, but we think it is common, but not according to them" I understand.

I glanced at the wall clock that was in front of me, it was late at night, almost twelve in the evening, and I was still in this courtroom because of a misunderstanding.

"I also apologize" Ustadz Syarif said.

"You can go back, Ham" Ustadz Syarif said. Inspiration nodded then stood up first rather than me.

"I'll excuse Ustadz, Ustadzah. Assalamu'alaikum" Pamit Ilham bowed.

"I'm the same Rara also want to go back to Ustadz dormitory" said Ustadzah Salma. I finally got up, following Ustadzah Salma from behind.

"Eh, wait for Ra, there's that forgetfulness. Wait here for a moment" From the intonation I heard, Ustadzah Salma seems no longer angry with me. Thank God, seeing his indifference made my chest tight, however she has become a mother for me here.

I waited for Ustadzah Salma near the door.

"Saturday!! Shhh!" The sound of my screams faintly heard from the right side. I don't want to look, it's probably not human.

"By!" The call was heard, I knew the voice. That's the sound of a human being on this earth. I immediately turned my head, and found Ilham among the trees still quite close to the courtroom.

"Take this" He pointed at a small box, before he finally left.

I made sure Ustadzah Salma was still busy inside, nimbly I immediately ran and grabbed the small box that Ileham had meant.

"Bec"

"Eh, yes, Ustadzah" I ran back to where I was.

"Where are you?" Ustadzah Salma looked suspicious

"Throw away the trash that was here Ustadzah.as Ustadzah said, cleanliness of part of the faith" Ustadzah Salma nodded in confidence.

"I'm sorry, yeah. I just love you too much, so hearing you makes me angry" I smiled, his affection was so great I felt.

Don't cry, Ra!

I reminded myself, one more weakness. I'm easily carried away, what else is a sad atmosphere like this.

"Alhamdulillah, it turns out that you did not break the rules. Ustadzah thought you were right to date him" Smile on the lip of Ustadzah Salma, making my heart ache.

I am not dating, but my status with Ilham is more than just a girlfriend. And it's all real.

"Come, turn around" I nodded, then we immediately set foot towards the dormitory.

👽👽👽

Now that I was at the door of the room, Ustadzah Salma immediately resigned after sending me here.

I still heard a voice from inside, indicating that my friends were still not asleep. I know, they're definitely taking me home.

Before I went inside, I took the time to open the little box that I was inspired by. I was too curious to wait until I was inside, and opening it inside was also impossible, as my friends were still on their way up.

I took off the blue ribbon wrapped around the box, when I opened the lid, a heart-shaped red paper popped out.

I narrowed my eyes so that the writing on the paper was clear, because at this time I did not use glasses.

Happy birthday, his beloved Ilham❤