I'm Santri?

Introductions.

Maybe Ustadz Arief has a job around here to force him to come here. Stupid, why should I even think about it.

In the front field of the mosque santri gathered, how should I find the ustadzah, while the santri was so crowded. Moreover, I don't know them all yet. I'm lazy if I've been faced with a problem like this. Wouldn't it be nice if I went back to the room, and went to bed.

I decided to go back to the room. On the way to the room, I saw some santri in the corner of the second floor room. But their movements are very abnormal. Maybe they are sick so they do not follow the activities. I just continue to go back to the room.

Arriving in the room, my drowsiness suddenly came. I don't know which bed to take from these three. Maybe the right corner bed alone, looks very nice and shady. I finally broke this body. Ah, very delicious. I slept too.

Not long after I fell asleep. Suddenly, I was woken up by someone I didn't know. He wears glasses, his face is round, with a typical middle eastern face shape, his nose is sharp, his stature is rather thin, he is like a child born of Arab descent.

"Cuy, that's ana's room. The anti in the middle with Amel." Said the woman.

"Oh, sorry, I don't know yet." My answer.

"Anti santri new huh?" Ask the woman.

"Yes, I'm the new santri." My answer.

"Known the name of Ana Humairoh Ratbul Hadad." The woman held out her hand.

"I'm Aleya Ibtasamah Hababi." I answered with my hand for his hand.

"Tradition here, if there is a new santri there is usually an introduction. Let's just wait a minute for the others to come."

Shortly after Humairoh said that. Two men appeared with Amel.

"There's a new santri." Said the woman in the red hood. His face looks Chinese. His skin is white, his eyes are narrow, his nose is pug, and his lips are thin so that it makes his face look pleasing to the eye. Coupled with a simple veil style. He approached me with a look on the face that I felt he was anxious to see me.

"Yes, his name is Aleya." Amel said as he laid his body on the bed.

"Have you met Mel?" Ask the woman as her left hand covers my shoulder.

"Before I get punished, I'll talk to him first." Answer Amel.

"Name Nissa El-Karomah, call her Nissa." He thrust out his right hand with his eyes slightly closed and his lips smiling.

"I'm Aleya Ibtasamah Hababi, call me Aleya."

"Halo Aleya, the name of Euis Islama's servant Dina salam knows him." Said another woman who approached me with her right hand.

"Oh yes, I also know Eius." Reply with a smile.

I can't believe, in this place, I found a new friend. And they were so polite to me.

"Mel lo why?" Ask Nissa. His hands stopped holding me. He walked towards the basket where Amel lay.

"Gue doesn't feel at home in this cake place." Complain Amel.

"If smiling is hard, how can you be happy. A smile might be natural. Don't pretend to smile. Especially covering up wounds with him. The smile you can. Let's get plong Mel." Humairoh Saut.

"It's stupid, I don't feel right." Answer Amel.

"Once every day keeps making cases. I used to be the same as you, even worse." Connect Nissa.

"Where do I know, you haven't told me yet." In an annoyed tone, he covered his face with a pillow.

"What is it?" Saut Euis's.

"Then, how about tonight we tell you about our past, and why we're here." Humairoh.

"How come Mel, okay?" Said Nissa.

"Gue agreed. Depends on." Answer Amel.

The atmosphere of the room is getting more fluid. I just met them face to face. I feel like they are the answer to my loneliness.

"Okay, yes first." Said Nissa.

Nissa had no time to tell a story, suddenly the door of the room sounded.

"Tok, tock, tock, tock!"

"Assalamu'alaikum." The sound from behind the door.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Answer us in unison.

"Relix!" The door to the room is open. There were two women whose faces were older than ours.

"Sorry to interrupt your rest. Ukhti just wanted to introduce himself, because reportedly here there is a new santri huh?" Ask the woman.

"Yes Ukhti." Answer Euis.

"Oh you huh? What's your name?" Ask me.

"Aleya Ibtasamah Hababi." My answer.

"Hababi?" Surprised his.

"Yes Ukhti, that's my father's name." Answer smiled.

"So you're Qori's international daughter?" Ask further.

"I don't know Ukhti yet, because my father wasn't around when I was a baby." My answer.

"That means you've never seen your father's face at all?"

"Not Ukhti."

"Tomorrow you to the office, there will be many photos of scholars, and one of them is a picture of your father."

I seem to have asked for the photo once when I took the uniform and the schedule of activities. I felt like I was no stranger to seeing the faces between the pictures.

"Sorry, cutting. No story about our past after this." Chirps Nissa.

"Oh you want your own personal story. Can't atuh Ukhti Milla follow." Connect the woman who has been standing at the door ever since.

"Bent on Ukht, ane tanyain them first." Nissa stood up beside Amel.

"Where is this, we're telling the story now. Let Ukhti here also know what we used to be like." Connect Nissa.