Holy Prison

PS 31 - Fill in the Letter

Upon arrival at our cottage complex, Arum separated due to different rooms with me and Farha.

“As-salamu’alaikum." My greetings with Farha at the same time.

“Wa 'laikumus-salam wa rahatulli wa barakatuh." replied the room child but his voice sounded weak. It turned out they were all in the room.

"What's wrong?" I asked Farha.

"I don't know, Ma'am." Answer Farha.

I looked at them confused. I started to observe everyone. Even Farha suddenly ran into her closet, it seemed like she was starting to realize something. They all took out their entire closet. Almost all of their faces were moody, and annoyed even some were crying.

“What's the matter?” my many. Curious.

“Mbak Nindy, my letter was taken.” shouted Nadia, one of the roommates. While directly lunging at me with a soft hug. I looked at Nadia with a shocked look.

After checking his closet, Farha approached the sick room boy, then asked him. I know the reason Farha came to him was because the boy was an eyewitness to everything that happened during our study. Nadia let go of her embrace to me and then came back crying on her carpet that used to be used as a sleeping mat.

“So there's a room check, Ma'am. Abah came in here with the core managers. Then Abah told the manager to control our closets one by one, Ma'am." said Farha.

“Sort of raids?” ask her.

“Razia? Uh? It's that kind of thing" Farha said again.

“Terus it is why cry?” my many.

“Knowledge of letters ama santri son, Ma'am, the letter was taken he said he had just come from the office.” said Farha again.

Fortunately I had been told by Farha before that we should not send letters to each other with the son santri. Fortunately, no one checked my book, because it was still in my hands. Just because they get caught sending letters they can cry like that. The punishment seems to be heavy. I remembered my punishment with Gus Faiz. Then shudder, horror.

The reason they sent the letter must be because here we cannot bring a cell phone. And because of the young soul thrashing, the letters came forth.

I spread my eyes around, there were three more santriwati crying.

“That the three of them are also the same?” my many.

“Yes, Ma'am, the case must be one of them. But I don't know either, Ma'am, hehehe.” I said.

Compared to my roommate, I didn't check my closet. Because I consider it a futile act. My closet has only clothes and even if those clothes are gone, I can still buy them again, many times over.

Farha came up to me, she looked crumpled. I'm guessing she's going through something similar with other santriwati. However, is it true that Farha can send a letter to santri putra? It seems like a ridiculous question. Because Farha couldn't do it.

“Surat el-you taken too?” my many.

Farha nodded. And I don't believe it. He knows how to send a letter to a man.

“That's a letter from my mother, Ma'am. But taken too,” said Farha.

“How is it?” my many. Furious too. I started to see the behavior of the manager. “Semena-aja,” continued.

“In fact it is not the manager's fault either, Ma'am, because many santri letters with the pseudonym of mother/father so that if the management's attention, they can say that the letter is from their parents. But yes this is the victim whose reality from parents is not trusted.” said Farha. While forcing a smile, but what seemed was a slick smile.

There are 4 children with major problems in this room, they have just been tried in the office of the administrator. Their response was very different from the others.

The first is Nadia. She was still crying roaring on her carpet while saying “Mame of the counter, mama of the counter.” she said.

The second one just sleeps like there is no passion, his eyes are wet but not as dramatic as the first. It's like there's no passion for life.

The third continues to grumpily cuss the manager with Javanese, I want to laugh to see it is so much better in removing uneg-uneg that about this when translated, I want to laugh, “Emang I do not know if Mbak Atin letters am putra as well. Getting worse. About him the manager he's so good at taking my letter. I don't accept. Demo yuk Mbak-Mbak!” he said with his lips over 10cm without him noticing. His big voice made our ears incessantly tell us to laugh.

And lastly he is also like the third with his strange language use 'Jeh' every say a few phrases. Farha said he was Cirebon. He only curses occasionally but not more like a third person. But he agreed to the third santri's proposal for a demo to report the manager who also letters with the guy.

"Well, my tongsis is plucked." shouted one of the other residents.

"Neither, Mel?" said another friend.

"Yes, Mother. Wong nembe tuku wingi-wingi." said the Mel. What's his name, maybe Amel.

Hearing the conversation, my head pounded, because it had to think hard without end.but I know, it looks like he brought tongsis and then the tongsis was taken. He seems to be a rich kid. Because, others, let alone tongsis, mobile phones are not many who have.

In addition to them, many room children are affected by takzir also because they hang their clothes/hoods/gloves in front of the closet. Things that make a room fall apart are also held to account. Abah highly upholds cleanliness and neatness, so something that damages the eyes like this immediately falls into the category of takzir, a horror sentence that is very feared by students.

After getting tired of seeing those who continue to reflect on fate. I also went to the clothesline with the letter that the santri had given me earlier.

Hello, Beautiful Queen Clubbing!

How does it feel to flush the water in front of everyone? Haha must be ashamed. Okay. Immediately yes I am sure you will not feel at home in this pesantren. If you want to escape from this pesantren do not hesitate to tell me. I will help you. With one condition, of course.

Ps: I want to see how long I have to wait for a clubbing queen to ask me for help.

Aaron

I'm appalled. Queen Clubbing? How does he know? Farha suddenly came and I immediately tore the letter. Split it into small pieces and throw it down the street where I dropped the veil yesterday.

“Lho, what paper, Ma'am?” ask Farha.

“Not important, just doodles not clear.” I said. Lied. Farha just nodded. Although the look on his face could not hide his curiosity, he remained silent because he knew there were limits that one should not enter because it included a privacy zone.

“Mbak, I'm glad you finally changed,” said Farha.

I'm just smiling. What is so special about making him so happy? I am still Nindy who is still in the process of removing the unstable nature that still often comes out. Anyway I haven't really changed.

“Mama definitely with Papa Mbak happy to see Mbak like this.” he said again.

Hearing the words of Mama and Papa my smile instantly disappeared. Farha who started to notice the look on my face immediately covered her mouth. “Sorry, Mbak.” said.

As if I knew my relationship with my parents. But wait! Hasn't Farha known all along that we're a happy family? I never told her anything. I hope this is just my feeling.

“Gakpapa, I go down first." I said.