Holy Prison

PS 30 - The Santri Sucks

Shortly thereafter Abah arrived. All the santri went straight back to the place and were silent. I saw Linda take a breath of relief. I can only smile cynically. The mosque was immediately silent, only the footsteps of Abah were heard as antereo Masjid. Farha said all santri no one dared to sleep at this time because from the beginning Abah had forbidden his santri sleep from the time of morning prayers until 11 noon later. This is our toughest test. Against sleepiness.

"Duh, Far. Sleepy." I said.

"Patience, Ma'am." said Farha.

The material presented by Abah is very good. Because although dominant in Java but Abah still intersperses with Indonesian. So, a little bit I understand the discussion of what he said. Compared to the other Ustaz I prefer Abah, probably because of his skill in speaking, sometimes funny, so not boring.

After he finished leading the study, Abahpun left the mosque. After Abah's death, we all fell asleep leaning to and fro.

"Normally long time no Ustaz came?" I asked Farha.

"For a while Ma'am, it's usually about 10 minutes" he said.

We're thirsty for sleep, so sleepy. But it did not last long, the manager hurriedly woke us up, and, the other Santri immediately sat straight back because they knew the manager was ready to record the names of us who did not want to be arranged and hoarded into severe punishment when the number of points of wrongdoing santri had reached its limit.

"Wake, Mother. Wake up." this time it was Arum who woke me up, grinning jail.

"Gayaaa." I said.

She laughs.

Ten minutes later the second speaker began to enter the mosque. This time the speakers use more Indonesian. This does not mean that you do not use Javanese at all. He uses 3 languages in his material delivery. The first Arabic comes from the book we brought, then Javanese for ngafsahin activities, and Indonesian to explain.

“Farha emang in the boarding school there are no Indonesian lessons huh?” I ask, this question has long wanted me to ask just now remembered.

“No Ma'am, if the school bannat amu’alimin lessons are generally the same PKN English, Ma'am." said Farha while whispering. Fear of being recorded by managers.

“Oh, pantasan.” I said. Oh ria. Farha again struggled with his book which was almost full of Arabic writing.

“Eh, means you can talk English dong?” ask again.

“No can, Ma'am hehehehe only can son Ma’had Ali (tuition level) at most, it is also very rare that can hehehehe” said Farha, timid. I'm nodding.

"Why can't you? It's easy." I said.

"If I'd rather memorize the book than learn hehehe" he said.

"So may advice, if you want great mending learn all. Anyway if I say yes, if you can speak English and other sciences, you will be more open and more advanced. You see, unfortunately if only memorize the book of doang but other knowledge is not learned." I said. Smartass.

Farha looked at me with a lazy look.

“Sttt!” linda's been watching me. I can only sneer. Basic disruptor. I wanted to feel like Linda was a duck so she couldn't bother me anymore.

Sirik ni Si Jin Botol.

At 10 o'clock Mr. Ustaz said his greetings and got off the pulpit. After ustaz went santri directly sang the song in Arabic. I don't know exactly if it's singing or nursing. During the humming I just kept silent not to sing because I did not know the lyrics and meaning.

"Who is this, Mr. Ustaz whose name is it?" my many.

"Ustaz Farihin." replied Farha.

I just nodded. Trying to put his name in memory.

After Ustaz Farihin has gone out and left the area of the Mosque. We santri sons and daughters ran out. There were a few male students who were coquettish, I just looked at him with a haughty look like I used to do with Gus Faiz before the embarrassing incident. Kalu now I realize he's not as bad as I thought he was.

My hand kept on blocking Farha from escaping. I'm lazy to scramble to find sandals there. Farha walked down. Suddenly someone held my hand, holding a piece of paper in my hand. I immediately looked for the owner of the letter in the crowd.

"Why, Mommy?" ask Farha.

"Ah? No." I replied.

Don't tell.

When I close my eyes to her, like reading my mind she moves her mouth. "Ba-ca su-rat my da-ri." I caught it clearly.

It was true, this letter was from him. The hand that just touched me was his. Looks like I'll have to take a seven-piece flower bath to get rid of her scars.

I squeezed this letter dramatically. Then I want to throw it away. But I saw him distort his hand, signalling that this paper was important, and his hand hinted me to shut up for what was inside.

I became curious.

"What's up, Ma'am?" ask Farha.

"No papa. Come on, back to the cottage." I said.

Fortunately despite feeling the strangeness in my attitude, Farha was unaware of this incident. He didn't know I got a letter from the shitty guy santri. This is an advantage for me.

I put the letter in the book I brought. Rumors of the caretaker who always interfered in the correspondence between the daughter santri and the son santri have been told Farha. So, I don't want to be caught by anyone including the manager.

"Mom, Nindy. My spoon is gone." Arum suddenly approaches.

"Yes, why tell me? Is my face like a maling sandal?" my many.

Arum.

"Help me find" he said.

"Just like Farha, I'm going to the cottage" I said.

"Bertiga" said Arum again.

"Damn!"

Arum glanced at my book. Looks like he saw the conversation between me and the son santri earlier. I don't want to make him jealous.

"You saw that?" I asked Arum.

"Heheh see, Ma'am" he said.

"Want to report me?" I said.

He shook weakly.

"Silent. He doesn't like me." I said.

Arum's eyes sparkled. "Rubber, Ma'am?" tanyanya polo's.

"Oh, so really you like that one?" my many.

Arum was silent, only the look on his face answered my question. His eyes twinkled, and his eyes kept blushing. It's really typical of someone who's in love.

"There he is, Rum." I shouted, lying.

"Eh?" Arum quickly hid behind me.

Instead of looking for an existence, he went into hiding. What a strange reaction.

Farha who did not understand the direction of the conversation I and Arum preferred to be quiet. What he's thinking right now. Maybe he's focused on memorizing in order to make a memorization deposit, I don't pay much attention to him.