Dreams of Devi

A Center of Attention

"Where is it, sir?" I asked the Father who still kept asking me to walk far enough, there might be about 50 meters.

"He said, for the administration, take his uniform in the secretarial son, in the front building. The one near the entrance gate earlier," explained Mr. while still holding my hand.

Some of the princess santri nodded while throwing smiles at me and my father. They were guarding the post that became the border of the sons and daughters area. I could see one of them whispering to his friend who was glancing at me. I'm sure they're commenting on my appearance. Yes, I was wrong.

Guard post, then there is a photocopy place for santri putra. I saw there a lot of teenage boys with uniforms typical of Junior High School and High School, maybe santri as well. In addition there are parents with boys in cocoa clothes and trousers, I suspect he is a prospective santri who is still trying to complete the requirements to register.

"Eh, you're looking for your girl, tuh!" Reflexes I stared at the source of the sound.

Shame not a bitch, when I looked up I saw some high school students lined up on the second and third floor balcony guardrails. I don't know why it feels different, even though at school I feel normal when passing in a corridor full of boys. Yes, it could be because I feel ashamed of my appearance that does not fit the place.

"New santri candidate, sir?" A woman came from the classroom and approached us, I just nodded.

"Registration room on the first floor, later at the top of the door there is the writing of the hall. There, but now the registration has not been opened. Wait a minute, nggeh?"

"Yes, Mother. Thank you." Thank you."

"Sir, I'll wait outside, yeah. You go in by yourself" said the Father to me astonished, but I still agree.

Me and my father were waiting in front of the room that the woman was referring to. There were also some parents and children who seemed to want to register like me. It turns out I came too early.

"Monggo, the time for registration can be done now. Please log in with the requirements file." The woman who popped her head out of the room. You asked me to come in immediately. Some of the santri candidates have already entered first, I caught up with them.

Arriving inside, a santriwati gave a briefing. There were three tables there each of which had its own duties. The first table to check the completeness of the registration file, the second table to take care of finances, and the last table for uniform collection.

"Sir, please come here!" It finally came to my turn. I immediately advance to table number one.

"May I see the files, Ma'am?" asked the officer, I handed him the paper stopmap that you had prepared from yesterday.

"Where are his parents, Ma'am?" ask again.

"Outside. Should I call you?" bargained.

"Depart, oh no need. This is for his signature because it's been filled as well. I'll check first, yeah."

Sheet by sheet he was finally meticulous. Actually beside me there is also a female santriwati candidate with her parents. I always have trouble getting to know new people just keep quiet. From then on, we looked at each other.

"Where's it going, Mommy?"

Oh, I could've forgotten. I immediately took my bag and handed him a thin object with a rectangular shape. Oh, forgot not to bring glue anymore. If only at home, can be used my spit to glue it.

"I don't have glue, Ma'am. There's mama?" ask the officer, I thought the officer could provide it.

"Nothing, Ma'am."

"Stand, yeah. I'm out for a second, get some glue," I'm letting the officer.

"Eh, here, Ma'am. I have glue, just put this on." The santriwati candidate who was next to me held my hand and prevented me from leaving class. Very nice of him.

"I asked for a little, yes, Ma'am."

"Yes, please!"

After finishing sweeping the glue on the requested part and gluing the stamp on it, I hand over the sheet again the officer. I handed the glue to the owner again, smiling as I thanked him. I haven't had time to get acquainted with him, he has moved to table two because the queue is long and must take turns.

"Yes, Mother. Sorry, I was in a hurry when I left. You also do not realize that I wear kulot," I explained to him.

"Okay, where, anyway? You don't care?" ask the woman with the name tag Aisyah listed on her hijab. I knew he meant to get me closer.

"Mother? Mom's dead, Mommy."

"Eh, sorry. I don't know."

"Yes, Mother. No papa."

"Yes, go to table two, yeah." I'm nodding.

A friendly smile greeted me as soon as it arrived at table two. After checking the data provided from the desk clerk one, I was asked to hand over the registration money. Money with a nominal amount given by the Father yesterday, just a short stop to me.

"Last paid or nyicil first, Ma'am?" ask the officer.

"Said you, immediately repaid all, Ma'am."

"Oh, I count first!"

After making sure the money I gave was right, I was allowed to switch to the last table. Compared to other tables, here the fastest because directly given some sheets of fabric and appropriate sports clothes. All my business is done, I immediately go out and approach the Father.

"Have, Nduk?"

"Already, sir."

I grabbed a big bag of cloth for my uniform. I refused because I could bring it myself. However, you insisted on bringing it and asked me to immediately go back to Mas Ovi and Rehan.

Again there was a whistling sound from the top as I passed under the building that read "Madrasah Aliyah Putra". It is possible that those who are santri status do such things. Do they often tease santriwati who are passing? What made me even more astonished was that they did not realize there was a Father beside me?

"Those kids are a lot more than that, aren't there any lessons?" chirps Father who apparently realized it.

"I don't know, either. From that moment on we passed by seen continue, sir. I think Devi's wearing pants, so it looks weird to them."

"No papa, Nduk. I also didn't know you weren't wearing a skirt. This is for learning, tomorrow again don't repeat."

"Yes, sir."

Even across the photocopy and the princess guard post, I was still the center of attention. It turns out this is how it feels. Just because it's different, it could feel so despicable.

"Where, smoothly?" tanya Mas Ovi who directly attacked the innate Father.

"Eh, no papa, ma'am. I brought it, ", said Father.

"Behind in the back, sir. How was that?"

"Currently, really. You want to go straight home, right?" my many.

"May, or we go for a walk first" suggested Mas Ovi.

"Well, Rehan agrees!"