Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)

Homehouse

Azan magrib. The sky is getting dark. The sun went to rest for a moment. The moon is beginning to show itself. The stars scattered loose in the clear sky, greeting everyone who looked up into the sky. Ammar is still riding his uncle riding the old model supra motorbike.

“We pray first pakde” Ammar invites his pakdenya to pray magrib congregation.

The captain nodded slowly.

“Later to pray where is it good?”

“Police front there can. We all get drinks. Thirsty stuff.”

“Oke.”

The motorbike they were riding on turned right into a small gas station beside the bakery that had just closed. Ammar ran to the bathroom. He hasn't urinated since he got on the train. He did not have time to urinate during the asar prayer earlier. His uncle was ready for prayer. Ammar came with two limp white kopyah that he used to wear since nyantri first in the boarding school and offered one of them to his pakdenya. He used to keep two white kopyah limp in his pants pocket. He came out of the bathroom with a brighter face because his wish had been fulfilled. His father became a priest.

After praying, Mr. Ammar immediately drove his motorbike back and immediately returned home.

Sidoarjo that night was not too jammed, not as usual. The Aloha area's bypass roads are empty of motorists, with only a few cars seen speeding. The motor continued to walk through the clear night and turned left into a small alley then passed through an archway and two public cemeteries. The gate is a separation between the two villages that are there.

In Javanese terms, the gate is often referred to as the gate. The Javanese often transkipkan gate with Arabic ‘ghafura’ which means Maha Pengampun. This acculturation was brought Sunan Kalijaga and intended that everyone who passed the gate to be forgiven by God.

Ammar and his uncle stopped right at a house at the end of the alley. The house does not look big and looks simple when viewed from the outside. Cambodian flowers and the Sun decorate the small but beautiful courtyard of the house. The grass is cut short and matched with some orchid plant pots.

 “Assalamu’alaikum.” Say it for the third time.

There's no answer.

“When to come?” Ask her mother

“Shoulder, Bu.”

“Surely it's been a long time ago.” Father's sahut.

“No Well, at most just two minutes.” He deliberately lied so as not to ruin this warm atmosphere.

She pulled out the key and opened the door.

“Azmy where is yah?”

“Becok new holiday dia.”

Azmy is his sister who is still in the cottage. Where Ammar went home, his sister most likely also came home. He deliberately adjusted his college leave together with the return of pesantren so that time with family feels more complete.

Ammar is a graduate student of UIN Jakarta. Because of his brilliant achievements, his thesis supervisor invited to take leave and continue his work at home. Although only entering his second year in graduate school, his thesis has been completed several percent.

“Ohh..”.

Then they entered the house.

Ammar rushed to the bathroom, washed his feet and went into the room to fall for a moment. He opened his laptop and looked for references to his newly started thesis. Not long after, Azan Isya reverberated. He prayed Isha and went to bed soon hoping that tomorrow would be brighter than yesterday.