Bloody Pesantren

Hate it?

...The most painful...

...When people we consider close...

...stabbed slowly from behind...

...👽👽👽...

"Let's hurry, Ra!" Iqlima's voice called me back from the outside.

"Yes, yes!" I was busy rummaging through the books in my closet, but the book I was looking for did not appear. Why every object if again needed and searched will definitely disappear and very difficult indeed, but if not sought even appear willingly. Can anyone solve my question?

"By!" This time Fitri's voice echoed the kayak placed in the mosque toa.

"What are you looking for? really long! 10 Minutes to start. Later if we are late to be punished!" Fitri looked at me while showing her furious expression. He went back into the room, because he thought maybe I was too long.

"Alhamdulillah, meet!" Excited as I walked towards Fitri.

"Allahumma! I almost forgot too!" Fitri rushed to his closet, picked up the book we were supposed to be carrying.

"On time is of no use, if not bring this" I nodded confirming. 

The clock shows at 11 less 8 minutes, there is still eight minutes to get to the assembly. And lucky for us, because we have a canteen as a shortcut to get there. The assembly is in the middle of the santriwati school, so that school and early activities are carried out in one place.

Like today, Monday is indeed the time of general education from Abah for all students and also the community who come to the boarding school.

And for students, Monday became the shortest day for school, because it was before 11 teaching and learning events had been dissolved.

And here I am now, sitting among hundreds and even thousands of people who come to hear and listen to the study of Abah.

I glanced to and fro, none of my friends had a nose, but we were here together. But because many people end up being separated like this.

The thing that made me take a more frustrating breath, in the place where I am sitting right now, none of the humans living here are anyone I know.

After a long time I finally could sing a smile, I saw Himmi sitting leaning on the assembly pole, along with some santriwati also nearby.

Instead of sitting here alone, and will make me fall asleep later when Abah again explained, because there are no friends that I use, I better go there.

Soon the study will begin, I must hurry. Slowly but surely I walked slowly through a place where no one was sitting.

I lowered my head in shame, as I single-handedly walked a little bent over the crowd of many people, indeed, no one noticed. But maybe because of the nature of the woman is shy, so be embarrassed gini.

"Why did you come here?" Himmi looked at me in wonder, as I held my prayer mat to be a pedestal nearby,

"Will be healthy now? Songongnya. "

Himmi rolled her eyes puffed.

"Don't look for it, Ra. I'm traumatized dealing with you. " And now, I'm the one who's looking at her confused. Whatdoes thatmean?

"I mean, you?" Himmi was silent, as if she had not heard me. Is there something he's hiding from me?

"You look like you hate me"

"I don't hate it, but I don't want to bother you anymore"

"Well, don't yell dong! I miss fighting with you. "

Himmi shook her head while looking at me in disbelief. Maybe in his mind, I should be happy, because now I can live peacefully, peacefully and peacefully in this pesantren.

"You're healthy, aren't you Him?"

"Yes, Ra. Scatheless. Yes, don't talk to me anymore. I can't stand to blaspheme you." I close my lips, holding back the laughter that almost exploded. I think Himmi really did not want to brawl with me, she just know self doang.

I had to refrain from speaking again, because Abah had sat on the pulpit and started studying.

An hour had passed, and now I was sitting restlessly holding on to the bladder that felt like it wanted to explode from fullness.

"Him, go to the bathroom come on" I whispered as I fidgeted. Himmi looked at me panted, yet she still wanted to respond to my words.

"You know for yourself, Ra. Get permission if Abah has started Ta'lim like this. It's hard to ask you to shut up, you won't be able to" Himmi basic, still just quip.

"If I get permission, you want to go?"

"OK!" I spread my eyes restlessly. Being in a position like this isn't comfortable at all.

"That's Ustadzah Husna, let's go there" I pulled Himmi, before she uttered a sentence of rejection.

After giving the correct reason I experienced, I finally got permission to go to the bathroom of the Dormitory. In this place there is a bathroom, but we are not likely to go there, because if Monday, the bathroom turns into a public bathroom.

Free I pulled Himmi earlier, if in the end I was the only one who was given away. Instead of holding on any longer, and it could cause illness, I was forced to walk myself to the dormitory.

And finally, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief after I got out of the bathroom. My feet stopped stepping when from a distance I saw the door of my dorm room open. As I recall, I was the last one out, the door to the room was locked.

Is there a vane? Or did someone come in? I turned around, now walking towards my dorm room. Sepi indeed, and this is one of the reasons why we are not allowed to return to the dormitory while still studying, afraid to be slander when there are lost santri items.

I walked slowly, peering out of the door. I thought for a moment, what if I go in later and it turns out that there is no one? Or maybe a thief, a robber, a scum. How's my life? Monday is a rame, and for outsiders it is free to enter the pesantren.

I swallowed my saliva with great difficulty, when I heard a noise from within. Once again my curiosity overcame my fear.

I walked slowly, went inside. But what if the one inside is not human?

I have to remember that I've seen more scary things. I made up my mind to put my head inward.

"Dela?"

Bugh!

I grimaced with the pain, when I saw Dela accidentally shock her closet door. I saw a photo sheet fall out of his hand.

I moved forward and immediately took the photo.

"Del... a.. What does this mean?" I looked at Dela in disbelief, she immediately grabbed the photo in my hand, then looked at me sharply.

"This is the result, because you're not doing what I'm asking for!" I nodded slowly, I really still could not believe what I saw.

"Ta..but, Why?" I can't be emotional, Dela is my friend and family to me.

"Don't get close to Inspiration, Ra! What a hard time you are!" Dela left after returning to yell at me.

I closed my eyes tightly, controlling my mind so that what I saw was just an ordinary photo.

But free, the more I try to forget, the more I try not to believe, the more my little heart refutes.

That's my picture, the one I used to love them, my friends. When we exchanged photos. But why is there a scribble? why was my name written in red ink in front of my face in the photo? And why are there writings that I do not understand?