Holy Prison

PS 29 - Owner of the Mellifluous Voice

We were all directed by the caretaker to sit on the right side of the Qibla because the left side for the santri putra. This mosque is very large, consisting of two floors that are usually used each floor for santri putra and santri putri. One floor can still load when combined but because we (santri son and daughter) must be separated so we are different floors. So, even though the distance between the sons and daughters is far, we do not get constricted when sitting.

Now Farha and I were ordered to sit at the edge of the barrier between the daughter and the son. At first, I took Farha to sit in a corner, next to the wall so she could sleep while sleepy. Arum can not accompany us because he is a caretaker, so must carry out his obligations, discipline santriwati.

"Well, it can be here" said Farha.

"Let's go." I said.

The schedule for teaching this morning is 7.00-10.00 WIB, with two speakers who provide material, one Abah and one more who is clearly the fathers but not older than Abah.

This time the situation was very rowdy, until the manager intervened. Occasionally santri putra threw small pieces that do not contain what. And I saw the princess as well. However, this situation was not long because the manager could deftly deal with it just by traveling with a book.

"That's what's being thrown around, Far?" manya curious.

"Letter, Ma'am. But anu, it depends, Ma'am. Usually the words iku, anu, dreadlocks, or sometimes candy, or sometimes candy wrappers that have words, yes like that more or less, Ma'am. Letter cans with no definite purpose" said Farha.

"SubhanAllah! " i said trying to immerse myself with Islamic words.

"Sir, I'm sorry, if SubhanAllah is spoken when he hears or sees something bad. So, if you hear or see good things it is 'MasyaAllah'" said Farha.

Duh, I'm talking wrong again.

I just gave an okay gesture with my hand. Started to respond.

Once in order, they immediately do more useful activities. We filled the time while waiting for Abah to come. Because every time he led the study at dawn, Abah always went home first.

Farha and the other santri began to open his book and recite its contents again. Although many who use the time by reading the book, but there are still those who glanced at each other the opposite sex. Because feel aji mumpung.

Look, some santriwati are still stealing glances. However, again I emphasize they are not the same as me or my flock, not blatantly just observing from afar and when there are santri sons who look towards them, they will all pretend to be fighting with their nadhoman.

"What a noise, Far? " i said when the atmosphere was back rowdy.

My head was dizzy hearing everyone talk. I'm pinching the temple. It seems that this time the threat of the manager is meaningless, the evidence is that the atmosphere is getting rowdy. I'm pinching the temple.

"Mbak, why?" ask Farha.

"Gakpa. Just dizzy." I said. "Mending you forward Far, make santri keep quiet." I said.

"Well, I'm not brave, Ma'am" said Farha.

I'm not responding anymore.

Just when I was silent, there was someone's voice. Where the figure is but we can hear clearly through a microphone or loudspeaker. As if understanding my dizziness hearing a noise, the figure managed to make the commotion stop.

I think I never feel dizzy when I watch a concert, maybe because when I watch a concert I come with joy, not sorrow. I assume I'm still grieving through this mess.

This figure is male, his voice is very sweet-toothed, so sincere, and soothing to the heart. Honestly, I would love to write the lyrics, but since I never listen to a cell before, I can't write anything.

I who was familiar with this voice looked directly to the left. The santri putra line. It turns out I'm not the only one curious. This is evident from almost all santriwati vying to lengthen the neck to see the owner of the voice.

"Far, don't you know who's nursing?" my many.

This time Farha looked very curious about this son santri. I just saw him like this this this this time.

“Tumben Far ngeliatin santri putra sampe.” I said. Seeing Farha who not only extended her neck but focused her legs to be higher.

“I wonder whose voice, Mbak.” said.

"Do you know whose voice this is?” ask again.

“Ndak, Ma'am, so I'm curious Ma'am, usually if the care is definitely Kak Rizal or Kak Minan or Ka Fajar yes it's deh.” he said again. He did not change his position.

“But I think his voice is familiar in my ears, Far." I said. I'm not lying. I'm really starting to know who owns this golden voice.

Everyone is looking at me now. I seem to be curious about what I said.

“Whose voice, Ma'am?” ask Farha, curious.

In this boarding school I only know one santri putra. And because I met, talked, and was punished together several times, I know. I know very well.

“Gus Faiz.” I said.

Instantly all the santri really looked at me curiously their faces on each one. And so did Farha, her eyes not blinking. It turns out that the effect of calling the name Gus Faiz is still very powerful even though a few days ago they all cried lamenting the behavior of Gus Faiz who they consider very abnormal and immoral for a santri plus children Kyai.

Since the beginning, I have explained that I was the one who first hugged him. Just hugging her punishment like this, how about more? For me and my friends in Jakarta. Hugs are natural. If this law passed in Jakarta I would have been ignorant. Because the Faiz Caves aren't the only ones I've ever embraced.

“That's Gus Faiz's voice, Mbak?” ask Arum in front of me. I'm nodding. All santri's eyes twinkled at my nod.

"God willing!" They're hysterical.

“Stttt! Don't be noisy!” said Linda. Now, he's guarding my area.

“It's true, Ma'am?” ask Farha to me. Ignoring Linda's words. It turned out that Linda's words still didn't mean much, the proof was that they were still seriously looking at me.

“Tanya aja the same person who ngaku-ngaku his future wife Gus Faiz,” I said, deliberately while pointing at Linda.

Everyone really looked at Linda. After getting this information, the santriwati starts to call Linda. Until my foot is stepped on by someone I don't know who it is.

"Damn the prank." I said, reflexes.

I looked towards Linda. Thank him in my heart. Consider it a punishment for people who lie.

I saw Linda blanch. All eyes were on him. Looks like my prank nature is coming again. But it's nothing to teach a lesson once in a while to a liar like Linda, who knows it's a piece of shit. I have to ask Farha later if Farha's brain has recovered.

Despite using Javanese, I knew from his movements that he dodged. This is seen from him who continues to flick his hands to the right and to the left, denying anything.

“Lying, Ma'am, lying.” he said again.

“Jahahahaha the liar told me to lie." I said. And it was enough to be a santri spectacle, not only female students but also santri men also watched Linda who continued to be entangled with the accusations of santri fanatical Gus Faiz. His fanatics only at the back did not dare to show it from the front.