Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)
Meet Azmy
Grey sedan car parked on the side of the road, on the right there are stalls lined up to wait for customers to arrive, on the left there is a green iron gate that prevents students to go wandering.
“Halim .. Halim ..” Call someone from outside the fence.
“Eh .. Yes ?” Halim.
“Please call Azmy Ramadan yes.”
“Ohh .. Yes Mr.”
Halim only realized that the one being spoken to was Azmy's father. He immediately turned around and entered the room to call Azmy. The position of room four is right behind the top gate of the pesantren. Shortly thereafter, Azmy came up with his hair that had been neatly combed. He uses a short-sleeved black shirt with a black sheath that characterizes him.
The boarding gate was locked from the inside. The key was brought by the room supervisor who every day stand by in his room. Azmy's father peeked over the top of the gate that held out a little hole.
Azmy's father smiled at her son's neat appearance.
“Daddy to office, wait in mosque aja.” Said Father.
Azmy's father turned around and stepped into the office. The car park is so crowded that people who walk have to pass through the remaining gaps around it. The smell of the car canvas comes along as a smeller on the front road of Amanatul Ummah pesantren.
The atmosphere of the office is not so crowded like a car park, there are only a few santri guardians who pass from inside. The mentors and functionaries of the pesantren seem to be busy with what has been given to them.
Bu Ani entered the boarding school while Ammar sat in the waiting seat of PSB, receiving new students. The office is located right in front of the mosque.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” Ani's mom knocked on the door.
“Wa’alaikumsalam, please enter, Bu.” The voices of people in the office.
Ani ma'am stepped in. In the office there is an ustaz and two ustazah who are arranging the rapots of the santri.
“What do you need, Bu?”
“That's Sir, want to pay SPP.”
“Ohh.. Please. On whose behalf before?”
“On behalf of Azmy Ramadan, Sir. Here's the card.” Bu Ani took out a light green card from inside her bag.
“Ohh .. Azmy Ramadan. Class eleven B huh?” Ask.
“Iya, Sir. If it's not wrong, the gaffer is Azmy's homeroom yes?”
“Iya, Mum.”
“Azmy often stories about sampean.”
“This is for the next three months.”
Ms. Ani was among those who did not want to be held accountable. When he got sustenance, he immediately paid off what was his dependant, one of which was his son SPP. He prefers to anticipate if there are other things needed, especially in terms of pay-to-pay. He paid SPP Azmy 3 months directly so as not to be burdened again with pesantren administration.
“Lucky to have a child like Azmy.”
Bu Ani nodded.
“Already pinter, nurut, cepet also memorized.”
“Alhamdulillah, Sir.”
“New a few days ago he won a meticulous intelligent race at UNAIR, then a champion also in Malang. This new record, the generation before him no one has been able to reach the final.”
Ani Ma'am just smiled.
Mr. Eko is Azmy's homeroom teacher, both formal and mu’is or religious lessons. He is twenty-three years old. Not only the homeroom teacher, but also the homeroom guardian. It's only natural that he knows Azmy's nature.
Mr. Eko is not married yet, but will immediately implement the proposal. He wanted to have a child like Azmy. Therefore, he asked his mother about special practices or istikamah that his mother did during pregnancy or when Azmy was still in her arms.
“Ohh.” Mr. Eko is a little embarrassed.
“I am a layman, while the father of a child took religious education, plus alumni from Egypt. Surely the father who knows the practices better than I”.
Mr. Eko is down. It turns out Azmy's mother knew she was an al-Azhar alumnus.
“Azmy often stories about sampean, ranging from curriculum vitae to education”
Mr. Eko nodded.
“With the prayer of God, Sir.”
Ms. Ani left the office after receiving a green card from Mr. Eko. Outside, Ammar and Azmy sat next to each other but were not accompanied by their father.
“Rapotan what time?” Ask Ammar.
“Say eleven o'clock anyway .. But usually molor, it becomes most after duhur.”
Ammar left his sister and mother. He went to the office to greet some of his senior teachers and older siblings who were serving.
The atmosphere of the cottage is getting crowded. Not only did the sun's heat increase, the walisantri also increased. Moreover, the group of walisantri from Banyuwangi has come. There are seven bison that just arrived, whether there are how many more bison are still on the way to the beloved cottage.
