Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)
An accomplished Brother
Thirty minutes passed, azan duhur reverberated. Azmy seemed familiar with the muezzin's voice. He said goodbye to his mother to wudu and established prayers for the congregation.
Exactly as he thought. Arriving inside the mosque, he saw his roommate who had a slightly fat body shape, a little blackish, and about 158 height was standing next to the pole by holding a microphone in his hand. It was Habib.
Habib's voice is very easily recognized by the citizens of the pesantren. With characteristics not as big as the voice of adults in general, even like the voice of a child. Habib is also often teased by his roommates, especially Ipank and Faruq because of his childish nature that is still thick in him. He is also liked by many people because he has a generous nature, be it for his roommate or others.
After taking the wudu, Azmy headed for the first saf on the left corner near the Quran cabinet. It was his place of wisdom when he worshiped or studied. Be it five prayers, wirid, teaching, to read Islamic novels.
Azmy entered from the right side door and stepped towards his place of worship. From a distance he saw his brother reading the Quran. He remembered if it was the place where his brother's istikamah used to be when he was still nyantri. Her brother often told her that this was the first place to recite the Quran. Now I don't know how much juz her brother has memorized behind the memorization of Islamic figures who have been out of his head.
Azmy sat next to Ammar. He saw his brother's eyes closed and his mouth reciting the holy verses of the Quran. It turns out that Ammar is muraja’ah al-Quran juz twelve, precisely in Surah Hud.
Azmy took the mushaf and went with his brother memuraja’ah memorization of his Quran. There are still two juz. Understandably, he only started memorizing two months ago when he heard a spiritual greeting from his homeroom teacher about the primacy of people who memorized the Quran and read it. He is also classified as an intelligent and strong child memorization because behind the exact material provided by the pesantren, he can memorize the Quran and some nadhom or Arabic verse temples. In fact, he can precede his friends who memorize the Quran first.
After the prayer, Mr. Ahmad as the coordinator opened the rapot reception event and was followed by the ceremony and continued by the announcement of the class champions. Azmy and Ammar headed towards the rear row on the right because on the left will be used for female santri guardians. Their mother had been sitting on the front saf.
Azmy exits the mosque in search of his father, while Ammar sits waiting near the mosque's exit.
The atmosphere of the mosque which was originally quiet, there were only three duhur prayer safes, now became crowded by santri guardians, men and women. Santri putra flocked to bring their belongings. The mentors and functionaries of pesantren are busy with their respective affairs.
Istighosah is done, now is the time for the announcement session. The first announcement was the class champions. It has been mentioned that Azmy belongs to the top five among the other class members, but no matter what order. Microphone is now held by ustaz Huda who will announce the class champions in this semester.
Arrive when Azmy class is called, eleven B. It turns out that the name Azmy ranks second in exact material and first in the religious class commonly called mu’ class is. Ammar was confused, his sister said that he went to find Dad first. Immediately Ammar stood up and walked out of the mosque.
“Oiya forgot, hehehe..”.
Azmy got two certificates and a trophy. He sat down next to his brother.
“Layout the certificate has not changed.” Comment Ammar.
“If the cup?”
“That's why there's a little progress, initially it's small. Now pretty high.”
The rapot show has finished and the time shows at one noon. Ammar stepped back towards the car parked near the top gate of the pesantren followed by Azmy carrying his belongings.
Arriving there, Dad was waiting for them while chatting with his coworkers. Mom was already seen carrying a rapot and some papers were walking towards the car.
The road is jammed, cars from the top scramble to get off. Fortunately, the front road of the pesantren has been expanded. Even so, congestion cannot be avoided because the boarding school of Amanatul Ummah reached the number one thousand. Not infrequently also up to emotions. Motorcycles are difficult to move, especially cars.
Fifteen minutes passed. The gray sedan car has been sliding and is free from congestion.
Drowsiness attacked Ammar, his eyes began to feel hot and asked to rest. He glanced at his watch and estimated when he would get home. He also began to close his eyes.
