I'm Santri?

Who

"You're here with me first, we'll take this show to the end. Oiya, what room do you live in?" Ask Hasna.

"I don't know, I just stayed here this afternoon." My answer.

"Oh, you must be in the third-floor room."

"Kok Hasna knows?"

"Usually the new santri must be there, and most of the children must be naughty." Added Hasna.

"I don't know for sure, because I just came in. I also just met one person, his name is Amel."

Hearing Amel's name, Hasna was surprised.

"Seventh grade angel F?!" Tanya Hasna held my hand.

"I just remember her name is Amelia Mahmud."

"Well, that kid is really beyond his naughty limits. Every day is punished. Surprisingly, there is no deterrent effect at all even though it has been punished. That's probably because in the cottage there's been no more physical punishment since many parents who don't accept their children are punished. The result is so, santri naughty, unruly. Not like my brother's time. Now the santri is spoiled, it is not rich santri anymore."

I don't understand what Hasna said to me. But there was a case in my school just like Hasna said. Mr. Bambang his name. He had to stop teaching because of reprimanding the unruly third-grader. He taught physics in my class. I know him, he is very good to all students, including myself. But, because there are parents of students who do not accept their children to be reprimanded, finally Pak Bambang to be politicized. Perhaps, in order to maintain his reputation, he decided to stop teaching. It is unfortunate, even though I also know, the student who was reprimanded by Mr. Bambang is a famous wayward student.

"Oiya Hasna, I don't understand about punishment here, I don't understand what santri is, Hasna can explain a little?"

"Yes Santri? Hmm, Hasna also did not understand too much anyway. But if only a little could. Later Aleya will know for herself what santri is if it is at home here."

Finally, there is someone who will take away my curiosity. It's nothing, I just feel curious, why everyone who lives in a boarding school is always called a santri, I don't know the meaning of santri at all. Therefore, hearing Hasna want to explain about santri, my heart was so very happy. Although I know, this is not from my purpose and purpose here.

"Gini Aleya, there are many definitions of santri. I want to explain from the simple first yes. Santri that's.."

When Hasna's mouth wanted to explain. Suddenly Hasna's words had to be stopped by someone's screams.

"You new santri, here!"

"Eh, you're called the endadzah." Hasna.

I was surprised, my head was moving to the right and left. Where's someone Hasna meant.

"That's, in the back." Hasna pointed towards the beautiful woman who was standing straight behind us.

"Tomorrow after the dzuhur prayer, we meet in the second floor mosque yes." Bisik Hasna's.

"Oh, God willing, Hasna. I'll be there." Reply smile.

"Okay, I'm waiting."

I stood up and immediately approached the figure of the beautiful woman. While on the way, my mind was still fixed on one word, santri. A word so common in my brain. Even until now, there was no material that I could digest about the meaning of the word. Surprisingly, even though I didn't know anything about that word, I was already in the middle of them. Just because of the ambition to know God, I was carried away to another branch that either had some ties to my original purpose or not. Curiosity in one word made a goal that was originally only one, now turned into branching.

"Yes." I replied.

"Here come with me!" Bring me.

I was taken to the cottage office. And when it comes inside. I was presented with a very beautiful view. Many are lined with photos of robed men such as guardians, thick books with Arabic writing, and neat perches of various trophies.

"Please sit down." Said the beautiful woman.

"Good." My answer.

"This is the daily schedule at the cottage, please see first. For tomorrow, ananda Aleya we have placed in seventh grade F. So tomorrow, Aleya had already started going to school. And here's the uniform. Monday, Tuesday, wear a white robe, Wednesday and Thursday wear a green robe, Saturday Sunday wear a scout, and Friday a holiday. If for the cottage uniform, there is no special uniform, as long as the clothes are polite, neat, and should not wear pants and shirts. Up here, anyone want to question Aleya?"

"Hm.. School until what time is it, ma'am?"

"Oiya, I have not yet met ya, introduce my name Fadhilah Risma. Call me ukhti Fadhilah. For school activities we use the full day system, leaving at seven finished at four in the afternoon."

"Good ukhti, thanks for the info."

"Sama-sama, please for now Aleya can go straight to sleep or want to directly participate in activities. But from tomorrow, Aleya is officially a santri."

"Hmm, santri?" Chirknku hard.

"Yes, can anyone help Aleya?"

"Oh sorry Ukhti, it's okay. I was less focused." The little laugh I had to put out. Just because of wrong behavior.

I'm officially a santri? Santris? The word reappeared. I wanted to ask Ukhti Fadhilah, But I am not very confident if I have to dialogue with people older than me. Especially if he is here.

My curiosity reappeared. Maybe in the meantime, I'm just hoping for Hasna's answer later. Hopefully tomorrow, he will really explain the meaning of the word santri to me

"Now please Aleya can come out."

"Good ukhti."

I've got school uniforms and cottage schedules. That means, I have officially become a santri like what Ukhti Fadhilah said.

I walked up to the stairs. I sat down for a moment on the first floor. I opened the cottage schedule. Just like at school, in the cottage I was placed in seventh grade F.

It is written; the yellow book is performed after the isha prayer and dawn every day, except Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Friday there is a speaking activity after the prayer and read a book after the dawn prayer. On Saturday there is a talent development activity. On Sundays, students must read books. And every day at three o'clock at night until dawn, there is a schedule of tahajud and dhikr prayers. After Maghrib dinner continued with deliberation.

It seems like tomorrow my days will get busier. Of the many activities, honestly I am still curious, is it all still related to the meaning of santri and my purpose?

The paper schedule of the cottage I folded. Silent with a blank look led to a single point. Unknowingly, I looked from afar, the figure of the man I met at Kiyai's house. He was Ustadz Arif, with his black scabbard and his black peci, making my eyes unceasingly stare. Either it's just my feeling, or he's very handsome. Isn't he a man? But why is he in the princess's cottage?