Dreams of Devi

Pesantren Brochure

"Yes, I tell you the direction if that is so," I said ready to be the guide Mas Ovi to the house of Miss Salma.

"I know the directions, anyway. Just don't know the house."

"Oh, yeah. I'll tell you later."

Instantly no other discussion, silence. I just stared outside because I didn't want to bother Mas Ovi. Mas Ovi started to turn on his radio, good rather than silent. I glanced at Mas Ovi for a moment, when he had met a clear channel, still he was looking for another one.

"What's up, Dev?" ask Mas Ovi.

"From what? That feeling met a good one." Mas Ovi did not care about me and was engrossed in finding the channel he wanted.

"Well, this is good!" exclaim Mas Ovi so found a channel with the theme of Islamic studies that presents a lecture of a ustaz.

"If I'm sleepy first, Mom. Fortunately, it will not be a long way," my sergeant because he does not agree with the channel chosen by Mas Ovi at this time.

"It's a kindness, you know, Dev!"

"But make drowsiness, Father sometimes also rotates it if at home, just after noon again. It's good for sleep." I laugh.

"It is natural that if we do good there is always interference, the devil again tries to tempt. Though if impregnated really makes the heart calm." Mas Ovi smiled wryly making me feel ashamed. It is only fitting that if you want me to enter the pesantren, I am difficult to be taught to participate in goodness.

"It's like the devil seduces me a lot, deh, Mas" I chanted.

"Why can you say that?"

"Listen to a sleepy talk, especially when offered to the pesantren, I do not want. It's good for the good, too."

"Not that, Dev. That's not you ready. Sometimes it all needs to be forced. Forced, forced, finally used to. You have to be strong, I will support you!" Mas Ovi rubbed the tip of my head.

How could I refuse not to admire him. His treatment to me was really gentle and very sincere. I felt like I had a big brother when I was near Mas Ovi.

"I'm comfortable near Mas Ovi. I think I have a sister. If the same Rehan fights mulu!" suddenly revealed.

"Hmm, sister? Yeah, well, I'm the same as you, Dev. We haven't seen each other in a long time, yes. I don't know, I can be comfortable." Mas Ovi laughed again I did too.

"Eh, Mas, Bu Salma's house ahead is turning left, yes." I pointed to the alley which was about 20 meters in front, Mas Ovi nodded.

The car that took me from Bu Darmi's house now turns left into an alley. The car that Mas Ovi was driving stopped right in front of the house that was very familiar to me. Ms. Salma was waiting on the terrace, she then approached me and Mas Ovi. I went downstairs and immediately greeted Ms. Salma.

"Lho, there's Devi! It's gonna take Miss Darmi's order, right?"

"Yes, Mom." Mas Ovi also greeted Ms. Salma and gave a purchase note that was entrusted by Bu Darmi earlier.

"That's what's on the porch has all of Bu Darmi. Everything is on order, for the bonus that uses red straps." Ms. Salma pointed to one of the cardboard with special features using a different color strap with the other.

"I put it in the car, huh, Mom?" Ms. Salma nodded and Mas Ovi immediately moved some of the cardboard on the terrace of Ms. Salma to the car tub.

"I help you get done quickly." Just intending to raise, Mas Ovi has already banned me first.

"You sit down, let me pick up. You'll be tired."

"It weighs nothing, too, Mom. I won't be tired" I replied with a smile.

Mas Ovi who had banned finally no longer protested. I helped him with two boxes. Miss Salma still seems to be in the kitchen, she said goodbye to leaving me and Mas Ovi. Tumben Alwi does not appear, may still take a nap or may not have gone home.

"Mbak Devi, this will be taken home, yes. The one made the mas." Ms. Salma put two boxes on the table. That's fine, right?

"No, Ma'am. Still the rest of the lot, the plan also wants to be divided into neighbors. Yes, yes, I'm going to the kitchen again. Sorry I can't help you" said Ms. Salma.

"It's okay, Mom. This is thank you for the gift," said Mas Ovi.

"Si Alwi already knows his mother's busy song has not even come home, Ma'am. What kind of job is there, anyway?" ask Ms. Salma to me.

"Oh, haven't you come home yet? I don't remember any duty, Mom. There may be other needs."

"Oh, yeah. Please go ahead again if that's it."

Basic Alwi, pamit doing the task, even though he was with Nindi. Uh, but I don't know either, anyway. Maybe he and Nindi are both learning.

***

Mas Ovi and I have returned to Bu Darmi's house. Arriving there the boxes were immediately invaded by young people who had been looking for activities that could be done. I'll be right back where Miss Eva was.

On arrival in the kitchen I didn't find Miss Eva. The mothers who were there also seemed to relax without doing anything. They chatted and enjoyed some snacks available there. Maybe for now it is up for work such as peeling and slicing groceries, only cooking is only done by certain mothers.

"Dev, what?" asked Eva who was suddenly behind me. And I was looking for him.

"Where are you from, Mommy?" I saw in his hand a paper with a predominance of green.

"That's what?" ask me again, this question has not been answered.

"Pesantrenku brochure. This is for you, Mr. Basir asked."

"Yes, thank you, Ma'am."

Eva's Brochure didn't read it soon. Never mind to read, just accept it I am actually reluctant. It's just that I still know how to appreciate, it's better to accept because Miss Eva seemed so sincere in handing him over.

"It's no more work, is it?" mama Eva asked around.

"I just came back and looked relaxed. No work yet, Mommy."

"Sit, yuk. Behind the house, look for the wind. It's hot in here!"

Ms. Eva invites me to walk among the mothers who are currently filling the kitchen. H-1 wedding event alone is this crowded, maybe tomorrow will be more crowded. It is common in rural environments, shoulder to shoulder with each other.

"Here, right, cool!" exclaimed Mother Eva who then took the bricks as her seat.

Right now me and Mommy Eva are behind the house which leads directly to the garden containing the mahogany plant and some mango trees. The wind blowing helped me a lot right now. In the north there is Pak Adi, a man who is about 50 years old. People often use his services to wash dishes at large events.

"Why outside, Nduk?" ask Mr. Adi to us.

"Wind the wind, sir. It's a little free, huh?" asked Ms. Eva who saw Mr. Adi still casually sitting in a chair and enjoying his coffee.

"Just got some rest, Nduk. There's a lot to clean up, too."

"Oh, Nggeh, sir."

I then followed Sister Eva by sitting on a brick. Miss Eva pulled the brochure that was given to me. He then explained the front that featured the pesantren building.

"Pesantren is a sacred prison, Dev. Everything is limited, but God willing you will not be in vain" said Eva who seemed to know if I did not want to enter the boarding school.