I'm Santri?
Hababi Will
"Assalamu'alaikum"
The black-feced man gave his greetings when our feet had already entered into the TU room. Unlike Arief, he seemed to be a bit old. When viewed from the look on his face, he was twenty-seven years old and above.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." Reply us.
"Can I help you, ma'am?"
"Oh, this is sir, I want to enroll my son to this cottage."
"Oh Mom, I checked the list of rooms first, whether there are still empty rooms for new students or not. Please sit down first."
"Yes sir."
A few minutes later, the black-squeed pira reappeared. With a few sheets of paper.
"I'm sorry, is Mom's name, Cintia's mother?" Ask the man to my mother.
"True sir." My mother stood up and approached him.
"Oh yes Ma'am, I have a trust from Abah, he said the mother's son can go here. But on condition, ma'am."
"On condition sir?" I was surprised to hear the man's words.
"Yes Ma'am, said Abah, if your son wants to go here, then he has to start from the beginning."
"Don't confuse me sir, just get to the point. Considering it's late afternoon."
"Mother wife of ustadz Hababi right? Qori international that?"
"Yes sir, but what does the mondok relationship here have to do with my husband? Even if he's an alumnus here."
Hearing the news, my mother was silent for a moment. And immediately turned around looking at me.
"So sir, I asked my son first."
Mom walked slowly. His eyes seemed to be holding something back. I saw clearly her eyes glazed over, looking at me. When Mom was in front of me, Mom was holding my shoulder, her breathing was loud. Then Mom sat down next to me.
"Son, your father's there probably waiting for his son's prayer. He wants his son to be great. He still remembers you when he almost took his last breath. Aleya knew your father told Abah Hasan to let Aleya stay here. But, Aleya had to sit in the first grade of Junior High again. Aleya want to?"
Mother's cry with her embrace that made me get carried away. In this condition, sensitive women will certainly come out suddenly. But baby, what I remember about my father was not Hababi, but Saeful. Why at a time like this is precisely I miss the figure of Hababi whose face is represented by the figure of Saeful.
"Aleya listen Mom, Aleya will do what Hababi's father says."
Mother's embrace grew tighter and her sobs led me to a deep longing for my father's true figure. What does he look like, is he handsome? How he fights, is he good like Sasha. My tears could not stop being carried away by Mom's cries and Dad's shadows.
From that, I suddenly remembered something. I had a purpose for coming here. I was determined with confidence, I couldn't stop, I wanted better.
"Mother don't worry, Aleya can definitely pray for Hababi's father after Aleya goes here. Aleya will also definitely pray for Mother as well."
My hand held Mom's shoulder, then I wiped her tears. Too arrogant if I promise to pray for Mom and Dad. But I will try as hard as I can.
Sasha once said to me.
"Living in the world is not easy for us. There are so many temptations that make the purpose of life in the world should only be to worship Him but shift from existing. In this matter it is better for us to try to make life is not in vain like a mirage. Therefore we must try in any case so that we do not become someone who loses someday."
At that time, I fell from the second floor of my school. It kept me in the hospital for months and affected my weakened body, broken ribs and left leg bones. Kontan, it made me want to kill myself. But Sasha was right next to me. I am grateful, I finally undo my intention to go to pick up Hababi's father.
Maybe it's time I wrote a new note for Sasha, for Hababi's father, for Mom, and for me with my desire to know God.
"I'm fine sir sitting in first class again. I want to learn anything from the beginning again. I'm ready." Immediately I stood up and spoke with his voice. Even if I knew, these tears would fall on Mom's head.
