Dream Pesantren
Orientation Time
It did not feel like almost three weeks I was in this cottage after taking the school entrance exam and it turned out that my name was in the order of 115 out of a total of 250 people received with 20 reserve people, there are not many people I know because I prefer to focus on the recitation held in Ndalem, one morning when I finished praying congregational prayers in the mother mosque, the mosque, I came back alone because gus Fuad was still filling the study in the mosque, seen in front of one of the four rooms of teenagers my age again hanging out while giggling.
"Mission mas" I said to them, who seemed to be a senior santri here.
"Heh rene kowe" said one of them.
"Yes" I replied as I walked towards them.
"Well new yo?, ndi hostel?" he said half a snarl.
"Let's go, I'm new" I replied
"Woyyy" suddenly heard a shout from behind us, which made us all look at it turns out that Gus Fuad just finished completing his studies. The four of them looked down in fear of "conangan, danger iki" whispers of those who could still be heard by me.
"Your players do not learn even grafts" said Gus Fuad when it was close.
"Anu gus, that's." they answered confusedly looking for an excuse.
"Opo ona anu, disturb other santri wes your hotshot?" gus Fuad.
"You're in, get ready" gus Fuad said to me.
"Njih gus" I answered while greeting him.
I also immediately passed to my room through the side door ndalem left gus Fuad with the four of them, when I entered the house I immediately finished work in the kitchen and took a bath well this was my first day of school, after finishing all I then prepare with my Junior High uniform because it has not been distributed uniform.
"Pul" call gus Fuad when I leave the room.
"Dalem gus" I replied.
"Let's have breakfast" he asked me.
"Njih gus, niki wants to buy breakfast in the cafeteria next door" I replied to him.
"Gapain buy, let's have breakfast together" he asked again.
"Jih" I replied briefly.
At breakfast he told me about his school days a dozen years ago with his father and mother, while I just listened without daring to ask questions, then he advised if there was no other person or santri I was asked to call him lek or om and I also supported him.
Seen the line of students who headed their respective education units, I immediately entered one of the rows to go to school, and, my school is one of the pilot schools until santriwan and his students are mixed in the classroom, so far showing a proud achievement in several competitions KIR (Teens Scientific Work) National level. It did not feel ten minutes drive from the dormitory to school we followed the morning apple, to listen to the speech of the headmaster, as well as the introduction of the environment by OSIS brother.
We also headed to the school to see the division of each class, respectively, it turned out that I was in the 1.4th grade which was at the very end of the 2nd floor close to the construction of the new princess dormitory and it turned out that I was the same class as the fourth 'thug', that's, shortly afterwards entered some 'elder Osis' with a look made-up in such a way.
At the time they gave their assignments came the sound of crying from the outside just behind our classrooms, the heartbreaking sound of crying and the plea for help, I also turned towards the back while I noticed the four of them doing the same thing as me and the other friends doing the usual activities.
"What is this?, who is crying?" I asked in my heart, then the colekan of friends behind me surprised me.
"It was called forward" he said.
It turned out that the five of us were called forward to the front of the class, and I was asked by them,
"Name?" asked one of the members of the osis named Nanang with a fierce 'SOK' attitude.
"Saipul Bahri kak" I replied calmly.
"Originally where?" ask again with a good look.
"Self" I replied again
Teeet.....Teeeettt (huft save by the bell)
"Okay you guys first break yes, time is 15 minutes" said one of the committee.
"Yes brother" we answered compactly.
"Sorry to join?" ask songong.
"O yes monggo mas" I replied as decently as possible.
"Anu mas, we want to apologize about this morning we did not know if samo sampaan was his weapon gus Fuad" he said explaining about the 'interference' to me earlier.
"Let's relax wae" I said again.
"O yes jenengku Reno, this is Ujang from bandung, who uses glasses that Beni, who is a borneo boy named Andi" he said introducing themselves while shaking my hand.
Teeeett...teeettt.
"O yes, you guys were crying the same voice asking for help?" ask me while walking to class.
"Yes, you're also horrified?" asked Reno who I only answered with a nod of the head.
finally after school make a phone call mom or dad from the wartel near the dormitory.
The first day of my school orientation introduction passed smoothly, although I got a new nickname JAWIR from the Osis committee probably because of my rotten skin.
We immediately formed a line to carry out the apple home at exactly 15:00 wib, we saw tired but feisty faces this time we lined up according to each class probably with the aim of getting to know each other.
From tomorrow we are given the task to ask for the signature of the Osis committee, after all is done we immediately form a line to return to the dormitory each with my four new friends.
After the dormitory I immediately told Gus Fuad to go to the wartel to inform his father and mother, he just nodded in agreement.
"Assalamu'alaikum ma'am" I said after the digit in the wartel booth showed the number 159 phone signs were connected.
"Waalaikumsalam pul, piye your school pul?" replied mother.
"Alhamdulillah smoothly ma'am", then I tell my mother what I experienced today while she just quietly listened.
"How about ma'am?" ask my mother.
Hmmm I heard her breathing heavy.
"Kowe told you about Fuad and Kyai Zaenal?" ask mom later.
"Slope ma'am" (yet) I said again, then mom explained at length why and why I "can" hear and see 'them', I can only hear the mother's explanation.
"Keep ipul what should ma'am?", I asked him.
"Ra popo le, wes your line down" said the mother again.
"Nggeh ma'am, sampun riyen nggih, Assalamu'alaikum" I said to him.
"Yo le, Waalaikumsalam" answered my mother.
There was a slight feeling of relief after telling mom everything, coming out of the wartel I immediately headed to the canteen to wrap the food and some fried food for the room.
In front of me I saw Kyai Zaenal chatting with his family, immediately I headed to Andi's room and the others to hitch a ride to eat and play.
"Assalamu'alaikum" I said as I knocked on their bedroom door.
"Waalaikumsalam" Ujang's voice sounded
"Eh pul let's go in" he said let's go in, after finishing my meal we immediately told him about many things it turns out they were the same as me got the 'ability' it from the descendants of my mother's father and from his grandparents.
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Not felt today is the last time the orientation of school and cottage, we were gathered into one in the School Hall to witness or rather participate in the drama of the managers of Osis ranging from emotions to mellow who deliberately set in such a way, quite a lot of people are crying too.
In the evening at the welcoming event of new students, the five of us agreed to solve the mystery of crying sounds that sounded very clear and heartbreaking with 'big clothes' hut is a cloth sarong tjap Gajah Tringrep and t-shirt. The five of us immediately headed to the dormitory building that was being built
