Dreams of Devi

Register at Pesantren

"Later Monday, yeah, Nin?" take Alwi after the chicken noodles are over. He switched to sipping his half-living iced tea.

"Can. Monday, isn't there still a lesson?"

"There is special permission for those who want to take the test. So just calm down. How's devi?"

I still chew my food. Nindi and Alwi were waiting for the answer to the question. Well, don't answer immediately to seem mysterious.

"Eh, even haphazardly," Alwi chirped as I leisurely added a mouthful of chicken noodles to my mouth.

"Stay," elakku.

"Em, what do you mean, Al? How's what?" I pretended to clarify the question.

"You don't dare to take a motorcycle on the highway, how will you go?" This time replace Nindi who explained.

"Diantar Mas Ovi."

"Eh, why Mas Ovi?" Alwi seemed to be astonished.

"Who's Mas Ovi?" Nindi who did not know Mas Ovi seemed to be confused.

"My neighbor."

"What do you mean, Dev? Kan, you can nebeng Firman or others," said Alwi.

"Yes, later Mas Ovi who send by car. You're with Rehan."

"Why should I be the same Mr. Basir? You can also same as the-"

"I'm not going to High School 1" I said cutting Alwi's words.

"Huh? You're not kidding me, Dev?" ask Nindi who is not sure.

"Yes, I'm not kidding. I'm going to continue to the pesantren."

"Lho, is that so? I was just a plan," said Alwi, who remembered what I said at the time.

"I took advice from Mr. Al, Nin. Pray for me, yes!"

"We're going to feel really lost, dong. Kirain will be able to do one High School" said Nindi so disappointed.

"We don't have to go to school. If there is a certain time we can both get together again, right? Relax, I also have time off even in the pesantren. Promise to play with you guys, huh." I tried to comfort my best friend, and also tried to comfort myself.

"Yes, if that's your choice, may all business be smooth. I always support you, Dev!" Alwi patted my shoulder then raised his fist giving me some spirit.

"Right is so sad for me. Far from the people I love."

"Oh, well, here's a hug." Nindi came up to me and we hugged.

"You want to follow, too, can you?" lirih Alwi with a mischievous smile, she was joking.

"Do you want to use a can of krupuk?" asked Nindi who immediately glanced sharply at her lover.

"Joking, dear Nindi." I laugh.

***

A few days later

Two days ago, I looked more busy than I was. All files as a condition of registration to enter the pesantren were prepared by him. I was too excited, welcoming the enthusiasm of the noble intentions of his son who in a few months will no longer stay at home because he had to settle in the boarding school.

"Sir, get ready to wear neat clothes with a veil" said the father when I was busy watching Sunday morning.

"photo. You haven't taken a photo yet, can't the photo be directly so?"

"It can be, sir."

"Yes, get ready, yeah."

"Rehan's coming, too, sir?"

"He's playing, I don't know if we're going. Papa is not left."

"Yes, yeah."

Time is continuing. Even in the afternoon after taking care of his chickens, he again struggled with several sheets in a red paper map that from yesterday on the table. I don't even know what it is, you look so busy.

"What's the first, sir?" I approached the Father who seemed to focus on reading each sheet. The near-sightedness he suffered made his vision to be helped with glasses.

"Read this, Nduk. Afraid that there are missing requirements."

"What are the conditions, sir?"

"Photocopies of several letters about the same personal data photo size 3×4, but this is already complete all, really."

"Father of all those who do, hehehe." I snorted because of the hoot.

"No papa, Nduk. You know the news you want to go to the pesantren already very happy. May it be there, yes, Nduk."

"Aamiin, pray Devi so that you can continue to make you equally proud Rehan, yes."

"Yes, Nduk."

***

The Monday morning finally arrived. At six o'clock, me, Father, and Rehan were ready in the living room. Even from half-hour three the Father had started lighting the furnace in the kitchen and made preparations to go to the boarding school. All the work is done, just waiting for Mas Ovi's car.

The sound of a car entering the yard. Rehan immediately followed to ascertain who was coming. Actually without any kepo already know who will come, surely Mas Ovi.

"Sir, Madam Devi, Mas Ovi is here!" exclaim Rehan.

"Yes, Le. Let Mas Ovi come here first, maybe want to coffee," said the father at the door.

"Oh, yeah. Mas Ovi, let's go in first we make coffee!" bring Rehan.

After receiving an offer to make coffee, Mas Ovi entered the house. Inevitably, I too am the one who ended up bothered. Mas Ovi started sipping and spent it in a short time.

So that time is not getting stretched, Mas Ovi immediately arranged some equipment that will be taken to the boarding school. After that he opened the door beside the wheel for me, so sweet once, like a princess only. Good thing Mas Ovi brought another car, I think using an open tub car as usual.

"Pak Basir is the same Rehan in the middle, yes. Bismillah we're leaving."

Two hours of travel has been completed. Finally arrived at the pesantren with the dominant green color for each building. Still quite quiet, maybe not many know if now the first day for registration.

Mas Ovi then followed the instructions of the parking attendant to put his car in the backyard. Rehan appeared to be asleep with his body leaning against the Father.

"Re, we've arrived, you know!" I said to Rehan, my sister looked ragged.

I got out of the car and noticed the building that was currently besieging the parking lot. All buildings are green with an average of four floors, but there are also three or five floors.

I saw some santriwati looking back and forth, it seems like now is a time of rest. There are also those who go straight to the cafeteria and go home with snacks such as cilok and donuts. They seem to be starving, even they are willing to jostle in the canteen to get food to prop up the stomach. I can't imagine my condition.

I just had a conversation with Mas Ovi. A moment later you asked me to go to the place for a re-list. Several times passed by santriwati who almost all were friendly, but I did not dare to greet him back. It feels inferior, others wear polite skirts and veiled, while I wear my toad pants even with the condition that is also veiled.

Though new registration, but it turns out my heart is so heavy. What about when Mr and Rehan deliver it? I have to be strong. May my heart be at peace with time.