Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)
SMS Surprising
Ammar wakes up and changes clothes. He has been bathing since three o'clock. After the dawn prayer, he went back to looking for a reference for a moment until his father called,
“Come to leave.”
Ammar leaves for the Azmy boarding school. Ball shirts and scout pants are clothes that are often worn when leaving for the boarding school. Not to forget the white copyah and slum flip flops complement the clothing simplicity. Instead, her father wore a cocoa shirt with rapid black pants and her mother used a set of graceful looking gowns.
The journey takes about two hours. Azmy cottage is located at the foot of a mountain, precisely Mount Welirang in Pacet sub-district and surrounded by shady trees. Ammar who is an alumni never tired to enjoy the atmosphere around the pesantren. Even if possible, he wants to come there every month.
Ammar's HP is ringing, there's an incoming SMS.
“this is Ammar ya?”
“Sorry, who is it?”
“It's Icha, which was on the train yesterday.”
Ammar was shocked, from where Icha knew the number. He was among those who rarely gave numbers to others, even though it was his own classmate.
“Dapet my number from where, Cha?”
“Sorry yes before, yesterday your name card fell I set your number.”
“Wah, chance in constriction.”
“Hehehe, Your notebook also missed yesterday, now I still carry.”
He remembered that before going to bed he had reread what the professor had recorded to him. To make him even more worried, Icha opened some fragments of poetry that he wrote when he was free. She was embarrassed by her roommate, let alone a woman.
“Nitip first.. Please don't read its contents”
“No, relax. I will not open without the permission of the owner.”
“Okedeh.”
Ammar is grateful that no one knows the contents of his notebook, even his close friends do not know. Even if there is a missal who knows the contents of his notebook, Ammar would be very embarrassed because the poetry he wrote on average using alay language that is not in accordance with his daily habits.
Mentari began to greet the world, his warm smile accompanying the white sedan that was speeding up rather quickly. The car turns into a restaurant that looks simple but nuanced like the 80s. Wooden walls that look old, ornaments that seem ancient, and old-fashioned designs applied make the visitors feel nostalgic with the atmosphere presented. Ammar smiled to himself imagining his childhood. Times where he only knew about playing and joking without the slightest burden of life.
“Please selectable want to order what.”
The voice of a brown-skinned servant with a friendly face. The clothes fit the theme of this restaurant, the clothes of the 80s. The food menu varies, ranging from the 80s to modern fast food that is generally circulating in major cities in Indonesia.
Before long, the ordered food and drinks had already arrived. Mom ordered a pecel catfish, dad a fried wader, and Ammar ordered a grilled gurami. To drink it, they agreed to enjoy a warm tea while shaded by the warm rays of the morning sun. After eating, they continued on their way to the pesantren.
Ammar started to get sleepy. His sleep last night was not good at all. His mind was like burdened with a dependant. He decided to sleep.
He had not closed his eyes yet, his voice rang again. This time from Didin, his friend since childhood.
“Woi home when? Gapernah you ngabari me when you go home.”
“Yesterday, Boy. Now it's still a trip to pesantren.”
“Ohh..Okay .. If you are ready to teach again, let me know, I will tell the children musalla.”
“OK, Din.”
Didin, a little friend and fellow teaching at musalla always looking forward to his return from Jakarta. Not only him, the children who teach are not ceaselessly asking about his return. Ammar imagined the change in the faces of the village children after six months. Sometimes he smiles to himself.
Ammar closed his eyes and then dissolved in his dreams.
The morning leaves fall on the roadside uphill this mountainous area. The green trees spoiled the eyes of everyone watching. Thin fog due to rain last night also adorn this beautiful sunny morning.
