Holy Prison

PS 7 - Phone Queue

This core activity began with Sang Ustaz who asked in Javanese to all santriwati. Hearing the words of the Ustaz they laughed. Their laughter only made me more confused as to what to do, and felt like the dumbest person who didn't know what to laugh at. I don't understand Javanese, at all. If I think again, this is very disturbing.

But nothing, as long as no one mentions my name, it means I'm out of their conversation, or in other words they're not laughing at me. Think of it as simple as that I made peace with today, for Revan's sake. My boyfriend I can assure you will take me away.

“Alhamdu utawi sekabehane puji, ..” The Ustaz began to read a book they called the book. Looks like the book has a name, it's just that I don't know what name or type of book is being read.

I just heard this for the first time. If I notice it looks like the Ustaz is combining Arabic with Javanese. Evident from the word Alhamdu, which if not wrong I often hear when someone reads the letter Alfatihah, and the next sentence is Javanese which I really do not know the meaning.

A bit of my curiosity arose, wanting me to know the meaning of the words of the Ustaz. I also opened my book which Farha had prepared. My eyes were wide at the first page. They all use Arabic.

Then I turned my book back to completion, but all I found was the same thing. If I notice, despite using Arabic, it is different from the Arabic in the Quran. I looked again, looking for the difference between the two. Then I found no slashes above or below these Arabic letters. Oh, yes, the slash was named harakat. I'm not wrong, that's his name. The difference between the Arabic letters in this book and those in my Quran in school is the use of harakat. If my Quran has any meaning in this book.

“Eh, this is not there it is yes, what is it, harakat.” I said, pretending to remember the word harakat. But I already know.

“Iya, Ma'am, this is the Arabic script Gundul.” Farha said it explained.

“Oh.” I'm just ria-oh.

I glanced at Farha, she was writing an italic Arabic script that I did not understand how to read, what she wrote it for and what she wrote. Farha who began to realize I noticed immediately turned her head and smiled, brushing her teeth white clean.

“This is called ngafsahin, Mbak.” said Farha.

“Means?” many confused.

“What's yeah? Hmm... briefly Ma'am, that, anu, we wrote everything his Ustaz said.” said Farha. He answered with great difficulty. This is seen from the look of his face that is like being twisted the brain hard. I understand him because I know he's not very fluent in Indonesian.

After hearing his explanation, I was still confused. I don't understand what Farha's words mean. I just looked at him with a confused look, after catching my confusion, he immediately turned his brain again. Looking for words that are easy for me to understand.

“Such as interpret you, Ma'am, but mean it anu it uses the language of Java.” said Farha painstakingly.

“Oh, so the Ustaz again means using the Javanese language you keep noting that?” my many.

“Iya, Mbak.” says Farha.

I just nodded.

Listening to their activities, long time make me sleepy. Then I decided to go to sleep. I let the other santri focus on his activities.

“Mbak, get up yuk to the cottage again!” farha's voice woke me up.

I circled my eyes to the right and to the left and it was true that there was no one at all, only the two of us were still in the classroom. I'll bet Farha woke me up earlier, but I never woke up. My kebo habit seems to be troubling him. Let it.

The cellphone! Yesaa! The cellphone! I'm gonna call Revan! –my inner voice screams a reminder.

I pulled my phone out of my front pocket. Farha kept watching me, uh no, her eyes kept on the phone in my hand, her eyes looking as if she had only seen the phone for the first time like mine. Ah, stupid time with Farha.

I immediately pressed the green icon to start calling Revan and then put it on my ear. No sound was heard.

“Lho? How come there's no sound?” I said confused, I immediately took my phone which I put on the right ear.

“Mbak, whose phone?” ask Farha.

I can't say that I'm trying to call Revan, my boyfriend in Jakarta. When I told him, I'm sure he'd complain to Umi just like the Red Lace. Who knows if actually they or even all the students here are complainants.

“Nobody.” I said lie.

“O yes, Ma'am, we have a holiday today. You are tomorrow entering the month of Ramadan.” said Farha. His eyes showed him happiness.

“Terus?” my many. I don't understand the direction of the conversation.

“Anu, Ma'am, let's go to the cottage, I want to call mom and dad at home.” he said again. He's already standing.

“Lo bring hape?” my, enthusiastic.

“Borrow hape manager, Ma'am. We can't take hape.” said Farha again.

I was a little disappointed but nothing. Anyone's phone doesn't matter as long as there's a phone I can use to call Revan.

Without spending any more time. I immediately pulled Farha out of class and went to our cottage. Now I've memorized the way to the cottage. I continued to drag Farha up to the caretaker room shown by Farha.

Do you know what happens when I'm at the door of the caretaker's office? Let me explain. In front of me was a long line that led to a santri who was calling. So, I can deduce that they were in line to borrow the manager's phone to call his family. I didn't want to come in line, and then I tried to put my skills in front of the Caller to make sure what phone he was using. I came back shocked, it was the stupidest cell phone I've ever met. Though disappointed I had to keep calling Revan.

I'm standing next to the Caller. All eyes are now focused on me. Their eyes revealed my process of grabbing the phone line. I don't give a shit. Fool with such an important line I can call Revan as soon as possible.

"Sir, let's stand in line at the back" said Farha. It seemed like he was aware of the gazes of everyone who was expressing protest through his eyes and dumelan.

"Wouldn't. I want to be here." I said, stubborn.

Seeing the little quarrel between me and Farha, one of the managers approached us and told me to stand in line to the back. At first I did not want to obey but the santri in line now began to be more courageous to tell me to go back. From what was originally just a whisper now they shouted in protest. I don't want to obey either.

I'm going back, in line. The queue is very long. I sighed tired.

An hour after queuing, there was suddenly the sound of an announcement from the caretaker. I don't understand the meaning because I use Javanese and Arabic.

After the announcement, everyone shouted a sign of annoyance. I wonder what the announcement is about. "What's wrong?" I looked at Farha.

"Well, Ma'am, he said the management pulse runs out. So, the phone session continues tomorrow." Rich Farha explained.

Whatever I'm disappointed in! I left the crowd. It's good for those managers. Who do they think they are? until it made us queue long without certainty.

“Mbak, what's up?” ask Farha, come after me.

"Pake asked again lo." I said, more annoyed with Farha's question.

He looked at me confused.

"Gue tired. I want to sleep. Don't follow me!" I said.