Holy Prison

PS 12 - Gifts for Mama

“Mbak Nindy!” a bunch of santri approached me. This time I was walking towards my cabin room with Farha.

Duhhh, crazy, what are they trying to do? Don't tell me to run me over. In Jakarta I used to be a time crashing here so that was hit. Not very cool. -Batinku

“Why?” my, ketus.

They spoke in Javanese, I just looked at them lazily, realizing that I could not understand what they were saying, one of them being intentional about speaking to Farha. And it seems they asked Farha to translate it to me. This time I felt like I was abroad, not in space, on Mars.

“They asked how it felt to be carried by Gus Faiz, Mbak.” asked Farha.

“Hah? Meaning?” many confused. Whatdoes thatmean? I think they have crazy minds. Do not be carried, invited to salaman Gus Faiz did not want to say not mahram.

“Anu, Ma'am. They saw Mbak when carried by Gus Faiz when he fainted earlier.” said Farha.

“Emang earlier I actually carried Gus Faiz?” my many. Enthusiastic. It seems I can take advantage of this situation.

“Yes, Ma'am, last time Mbak fainted no one at all, then there was Gus Faiz, then he carried Ma'am. M-mm, I also envied Mbak earlier.” said Farha.

“That's so weird, how come there are jealous people say-say.” I said. “Tell them the same it feels like it's kayaking in heaven. It was aja.” I continued. And when Farha translated my language into theirs, they all cried hysterically. With the appearance of mupeng (desire face). I can only laugh evilly. Today I know, whatever the season santri, they are still ‘abege’ girls like me who can definitely like the opposite sex.

Just the style of liking it is different.

If in Jakarta first, when a child my age likes the opposite sex, yes, ordinary. Not as good as them. They are sometimes more lively but not more like these santri-santri who look very avoiding men even afraid to see men but behind to find out. I want to laugh at their silly behavior. But I still put on a haughty look. Think of it as being arrogant to them as if they got a crumbling durian.

Let's go back to the previous topic. I can use Gus Faiz. From the beginning of meeting, I know, Gus Faiz is very anti with the name of a woman. Now I imagine what it would be like if I threatened Gus Faiz. Later, I would threaten him to tell Abah and Umi of his behavior (Crying me who is not his mahram). Even if I had to, I would spice up the story with something dramatic.

I'm sure he'll be scared to hear my threats. Moreover, his reputation would be ruined. I can definitely use this. I believe this threat is powerful to make him want to help me get out of this pesantren.

I disperse the crowd. Then go back to the room, take out all my clothes in the closet and put them in a cardboard that I have bought for pennant or five hundred rupiah at the Darul Complex Cooperative (Name of the cottage complex we occupy).

Seeing me pull out all my clothes, my roommates surrounded me. They seemed to be wondering what happened to me until I cleared up.

“Mbak iku it don't iku Mbaknya don't boyong.” said one of them.

“Boyong? ****, that's what?” ask her.

“Boyong was moved, Mbak.” said Farha.

“Hahaha, I'm just in my shirt, okay? Disperse-unity!” my yelling. And they broke up leaving me with Farha.

“Well done, help me take this to the management room, Far.” I said. Farha nodded her head. And it doesn't seem to bear to see my condition still sick. But I've been feeling better just a little sleepy. This must be because the medicine that I had taken in Ndalem (home) Abah had reacted.

Farha said hello and knocked on the manager's door. Not long after a manager came out. Looking strangely at the cardboard I was carrying. But a second later he told us both to come in. This time the manager is different from the manager I often meet. No matter how many managers there are in this pesantren, I don't care.

“This is for what, Ma'am?” ask the Manager who I don't intend to know his name at all. He can speak Indonesian. If I pay attention to all the administrators I have spoken to can use Indonesian. It seems, all the administrators can speak Indonesian. If this fact is true, it is quite profitable.

“This gift for my nyokap, uh I mean, this is a gift for my mama, I just called nyok-uh my mama.” I said.

I imagined Mama's face in Jakarta. Surely he will look cynically at my package and say I am a child who does not know the benefits.

Yeah, it's like this Nindy, Mah, Pah. Nindy who is forever Nindy without wanting to be overshadowed by Brother Ulfa your golden boy.Byku

“Oh, well Ma'am, Mbak wrote these letters first yes!” the manager said kindly. Without returning that friendly smile, I immediately filled in quite a lot of data and complicated. And sure enough said Farha, taking care of things like this is very complicated.

“Udah nih.” I said. After giving the paper to the Manager, I immediately went to the room without saying thank you or greetings.

I went back to my room, the clothes I ordered happened to come. Actually, I did not intend to fold the clothes at all but Farha and her friends came and immediately folded all the clothes very neatly. While I can only see them all working. Good thing I didn't bother folding it.

“Here everything must be neatly as clean, Ma'am, because there are often controls from the manager, Abah also often controls the circumference. If it is not neat it will get takzir.” said Farha, painstakingly explaining.

“Dih, this is in takjir, this is predicted, it is feared. prison really anyway!” I said.

I didn't think it through. Here we are really taught about discipline and regularity. If I compare it with discipline when LDKS, similar. It's just that when eating we are not given time by the tutor. And the difference is again, if my LDKS yesterday was only 3 days, maybe in other places at most just a week. And here for years.

“Mbak, Abah once said, A hotel where many people just maksiat clean, a boarding time where holy people who are looking for dirty science like a cow pen? Hehehe.” said Farha, she laughed.

“Dih, how come I?” I said.

“Eh, sorry, Ma'am. Anu, Ma'am, like that, Abah wants our pesantren clean, so we feel at home. And not inferior to hotels in Jakarta.” said Farha.

I'm just boh-oh ria. Didn't I ask him to tell her? He himself wants to tell stories. Farha went and came with eucalyptus oil in her hand. Then thrust it at me. I accepted it without saying thank you because I felt I did not ask, he gave, instead he should be the one who thanked me for accepting the gift.

I'm sleepy. Really am.

Then everything was dark.