Dream Pesantren

Tragedy in School 2

"Koyoke 'he' needs our help Pul" Ujang said after we sat in each other's chairs.

"God willing, we will ask what Jang needs" I said to Ujang.

Soon after entering a young ustadz, as an Arabic teacher he introduced himself as ustadz Imron.

For an hour of study I was confused by the lessons I had just learned in this cottage, finally the clock bell rang making me breathe a sigh of relief.

"Nyapo kowe Pul" asked Beni to surprise me.

"Ora iso blas I'm ben mumet" I answered making them laugh.

"Saipul Bahri, come with me to the office right now" called someone from the classroom door managed to surprise me.

"I ustadz, i.iya ustadz" I answered trying to master the situation, then walked following Ustadz Salim who is also a BP teacher at my school.

Along the way to the office we just kept quiet there was no conversation between us, once in the office he immediately headed to his room while I could only follow him.

"Sit Pul" pinta ustadz Salim told me.

"Picture ustadz" I replied as I pulled up my seat.

"Pul, directly ae yo I've heard everything" he said opening a chat.

"Ma..I mean how tadz I don't understand" I asked confused.

"It just so happened to be my house near the village square next door" he explained to me.

"Owh njih ustadz" I answered briefly to him.

"Sorry Ustadz continue to mean what I was called for?" ask directly.

He seemed to be silent for a long time thinking about something, while I just sat there silent.

"Ngene Pul, actually Mr. Salim want to ask for help until the same cement" said Ustadz Salim to me.

"God willing if we can and can certainly help ustadz" I said to him.

'Hmmm' sounds like he's breathing rough.

"So ngene Pul, tomorrow Saturday kowe iso to ustadz house?" ask ustadz Salim.

"Jih ustadz InshaAllah can" I replied to his request.

"Ngapunten ustadz if there's nothing else, I'm allowed to go back to class" my permission to him, who was only answered with a nod of the head.

As I walked to class the break bell rang, all seemed to be running out of class.

"Jawir" called someone from behind who turned out Reno had just returned from the restroom.

"Jianc***k, isn't kiro sopo?" I asked while cursing, while he only heard the grin not clear.

"Kantin yok" he asked me.

"Lha liyane? I asked Reno.

"Wes neng cak Min" he said calling one of our subscription stalls.

"Yo wes come on" I replied as I walked towards the mother canteen.

About 10 minutes walking we also entered the main canteen area, quite rame the santri who was having lunch while we both immediately joined the others.

"Pul, want ustadz Salim nyapo?" ask Andi to me.

"He asked us for a week to his house" I replied, ordering a plate of mixed rice and a glass of iced tea to refresh my throat this afternoon.

Then I continued my story to all of them, while my order came.

"Tumben ustad Salim wants us to go to his house" said Ujang suddenly.

"Trus piye iso isn't it?" ask me to ask for their consent.

"God willing" they answered together.

"Yo wes let's pray lohor sek neng mosque and keep going back to school" I told them.

"OK" they answered compactly.

We went back to school on foot, and to coincide with the school entrance bell.

"Wir, deloken iku" said Andi, the nerd who happened to walk with me.

I also set my gaze according to Andi's instructions up, precisely in one of the classrooms on the second floor saw a woman figure crying with her dress.

"Wes njarne ae, we better not interfere in their affairs if you want to help" I told Andi.