Holy Prison

PS 28 - Awakened Medicine

The next day I woke up Farha, she had already taken my meal rations. I rushed to take a bath and when I got to Farha's room I hadn't touched her meal yet.

"The bellhop's kok eaten?" My toot.

"Wait on Ma'am" said Farha.

"Other times if you want to eat then first yes. Yuk, eat." I said after hanging a towel over the closet.

We ended up eating a sahur whose side dishes were almost simple. Today vermicelli and crackers. Sad actually every remember I was always treated to a variety of luxury foods, while here always alakadarnya. Fortunately the cooking is delicious so what is cooked can be covered with the same taste.

"Imsak time is less than 20 minutes maning." The sound of this announcement is always there every dawn.

From the start time imsak less 30 minutes, 20 minutes, 10 minutes, and 5 minutes more.

We took each other's faces and fought each other to fight. Fortunately the size of the glass is large so one glass can load 5 people at once. I use a thin powder and lipsice and wear my face top which is very contrasting color with other santri's.

We all pray in the Fatimah Complex Hut Hall. With Abah as priest. I just found out. I thought Abah went to the mosque every dawn but he turned out to be an imam here while controlling the princess santri not just the son santri. So, he's very fair.

We all waited for Abah to come. My eyes are still sticky. I closed my eyes because I could no longer resist sleepiness. But Farha, who, though speaking with a small book in her hand, always woke me up, forbidding me from sleeping. He even told me to read the Qur'an. Of course I refused it.

I was sleepy again, but in a hurry Farha handed me a daily prayer book in Indonesian that she got from nowhere. I looked at him lazily. And lucky Abah is coming soon.

"Oh my God.. Shall we pay again?" ask Farha for reflexes. At first I did not know that Abah came to imitate, which I knew he would give study materials.

Hearing my voice, santri-santri turned to me.

"Husss, Allah, Ma'am" said Farha.

"Yes, that means it." I said without regard for the other person's gaze.

From dawn to 11pm activities to 4x with a long-long naji time + prayers jama'ah + prayers tarawih. Quickly almost all santri here are proficient in reading and memorizing books and the Qur'an.

Seeing Farha justify all my behavior makes me look always wrong. It seems like everything I do is always wrong. He said at least sin, said little wrong, said little, said little, and said little if God did not like.

We started teaching at dawn in the same class as before, with the same endadz. With a sleepy mood too. And ngafsahin activities that like to make me sleep soundly. Because honestly maybe because the effect of language that I can not understand makes my head dizzy and sleepy even though it is often in Farha makeup.

Closing her eyes, Farha suddenly raised her hand, and said something to Ustaz who was teaching. I don't want to open my eyes. After he finished talking with Ustaz, suddenly Ustaz mixed the material with an explanation of Indonesian. From this I know, Farha asked Ustaz to teach using Indonesian interlude so that I understand and not sleepy.

"You told the Ustad to speak Indonesian?" I asked Farha.

"Yes, Mother. Hehe." said Farha.

"Wild?" my many.

"Let Mbak not sleep again" he said.

I rolled my eyes, and Farha giggled. This was the same as her pranking me in a subtle way.

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When metahari began to enter the contest. That ends this njai class. If I could do something. The first thing I wanted to do was shout happily because the lesson was over. Although up ahead Naji Pasaran is waiting for us at least there is a time lag to recover my brain.

We ran to each other's rooms because we had to exchange books. I secretly observed the santriwati. Some were joking indifferently, some were whispering to each other as I passed by, some were just walking alone, some were putting on sparkling faces, some were, and some put on sad faces like people who are in debt. Everything is very varied. But we all aim the same: to exchange the books in each room.

"Far, look." I said to Farha.

"See what, Ma'am?" ask Farha.

"Why, Ma'am?" ask Farha.

"He's looking for you" I said.

"Oh, yes, Ma'am?" asked Farha with a plain look.

I'm nodding.

Farha also stepped to approach the santri. However, suddenly Arum came messing with my fad.

"Lied, Mother. Mbak Nindy, Ma'am's fad." said Arum.

"Mr Nindy!" yelled Farha, furious.

I hurriedly ran into the cottage. They're chasing me. Suddenly my thigh hurts.

"Mbak, why?" ask Farha.

"Oh, my thigh hurts." I said.

"Ah, the most lies." I said Arum.

"No, this is real." I said.

"Wow, let's help" said Arum.

We pulled over for a moment.

"Mbak, abis jatoh?" ask Farha.

"No. I don't know why it hurts." I said.

"I know Ma'am, Mbak's body is sick" Arum said.

"Why?" my many.

"Mbak is not used to sleeping on the mat, it is not unusual to go up and down the stairs so Mbak's body hurts. I used to be, too, Mother. Many of the effects are blue-blue in the body" Arum said.

The explanation makes sense. Arum decided to take my book and Farha's. While Farha accompanied me to rest. After Arum returns, we continue to go to the Mosque.

Like our previous days the santri stood on the edge of the road waiting for the dawn lecture for the finished residents which was marked sholawat guided by Abah. After finishing the greetings session by making sure there were no more, residents in the mosque, we entered. Again, again and again all the santri ran. While I invite Farha not to run with the reason my feet hurt. It's not entirely a lie, my legs do hurt. And it happened that we were far behind.

When entering the mosque, Farha and Arum lowered their heads because at our sebrang many son students were entering the ground floor mosque arena. We have to go up to the second floor. Among them many whispered while pointing at us eh, no, I mean I'm not us. But many who walk down ignore my existence.

Sepetinya since the incident of punishment I became famous among the santri both santri princess and son.

Farha and I arrived in front of the stairs. From the top santri-santri ran down.

“Lho? What's up?” I asked Farha.

He asked his friend.

“We moved down, Ma'am." said Farha. He looks lethargic.