IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Departure to Pesantren

Tonight Siska and I will go to the role accompanied by my parents and sister Maryam and her parents.

At first I was hesitant when my mom would bring her along too, but she was part of the family anyway. For some reason I doubt he can keep a secret, but for this papa himself intervened to shut his mouth adek so as not to tell anyone where my new place is.

The sound of cars entering the yard. Siska's coming. While I'm still preparing some stuff. There was a boisterous sound below, apparently there was someone other than Siska. And how happy I was when I looked down and found Siska's parents who were delivering. Siska must be so happy.

Sure enough, just a few steps back to my room, Siska had already startled me with her noisy voice.

"Kayra, I'm grinning... " Siska hugged me from behind.

"yes, I already know" I cut out the sentence before he finished talking.

"what am I saying is, there are no parents who do not love their children" I continued my sentence while putting the last item in the bag. I really do not want the lonely soul in Siska to reappear so that it shows its evil side again.

"finished, yoook" we walked down the stairs, I could see the happy look on Siska's face this time. Really, happiness is simple. Not a luxury car or a millionth monthly ration. Why should it all be if with a little time spent together alone has made the heart so happy. And remember, time cannot be bought by anyone.

All ready, we entered each other's cars and immediately drove through the darkness of the night.

When passing in front of Dian's house, Suddenly a feeling appeared that I myself did not understand. My heart rippled, fidgeting erratically.

Instantly returned across all memories of him.

Why does he always have to be. All about him. It never seems to have an end. Should this soul hate her again. Or to forgive himself.

My mother hugged me from the side. As if I understood my anxiety.

"intention to say basmalah, everything will be fine" not many words you say, maybe you understand if my mind is too tired.

The journey to the pesantren does not pass through the house of sister Maryam. So we made an appointment to meet at the last intersection before getting into the pesantren. It's still in the City area, but it's a long way from my campus. Regarding the fleet that Siska and I will use, we will talk first with the pesantren. If it is allowed then the car will be in between following.

Three cars are now walking into the pesantren yard. From the front it looks lonely, maybe the santri learning hours are over. Only a few teenage santri boys were gathered in the front yard. Seeing our arrival they helped open the gates.

Another case with in front, in the residence Pak Kyai looks crowded. Maybe the other sister Maryam's family was purposely welcoming. As mentioned by sister Maryam, all families from ummi aiya live in pesantren area. Because they gus become caregivers and teachers in pesantren. While the leadership of the pesantren held by the eldest brother ummi aiya, Pak Kyai Ali Mustafa. Only ummi aiya who chose to do business following the husband, none other than his brother sister Maryam.

Now five families gathered, plus my family and sister Maryam's family. So seven families are more precise. It's not what it looks like. Luckily Pak Kyai's main house is very large. There are so many children there, ranging from teenagers, teens, to toddlers. There was even one rancid toddler who was biennial. The reason, according to the words of sister Maryam toddler was the most behavior among his other siblings.

Shortly after all the families welcomed, they passed to their respective residences. The mood became quiet. And now back to the core of our arrival. Mama, papa also both parents Siska leave us on the pesantren side.

There are many questions, especially for Siska parents who always provide all Siska needs. Siska rarely has time with her parents, but about the facilities, do not ask. I'm not his match. Maybe that's what used to make Siska get off track. Easy access to everywhere, facilities are always there while away from the supervision of parents. And now both of Siska's parents regretted it all. That's why they accept Siska's request with open arms and even take the time to take the time to deliver to the boarding school.

Now the discussion is almost at the end. In essence, Siska and I are not really mumps, considering that Siska and I are also students. But we were given full freedom to follow every material and event in the pesantren. And also, we are not placed in the dormitory like santri in general. We were asked to occupy a house that had been built for the family sister Maryam. But because sister Maryam's family lives elsewhere, so only in occupied when sister Maryam and family visit only. Sometimes occupied by other pesantren family guests when visiting as well.

I am so grateful for what was given. Actually treated like santri in general I do not matter. Because my only determination here is to seek peace. But if I'm given a more comfortable place, I'm very grateful.

Moreover, Siska, accustomed to luxury will probably grumble a little if we really occupy the dormitory like the others.

The night is getting late, whether polite or not our presence in the boarding school nights like this. If not accompanied by sister Maryam and family, of course we will not dare.

A tight hug as if I did not want to part can be seen from the mother and child. Not me, but Siska. Because my mom knew my plan all day long, and surely you won't make my steps hard.

I embrace Siska, trying to convince her back with her choice. After all, he and I can still go anywhere at any time, want to go home anytime also remain legitimate. Because we are special, hehehe.

"thugs really whiny" deliberately I tease Siska, so that it loses the sense of sadness in him.

"assem loh Kay" said Siska as she walked to her suitcase.

Tonight Siska and I are still accompanied by Maryam's sister. How good that big brother is, I feel so lucky to have known him.

"i helped settle the room, but I didn't help you finish the suitcase" sister Maryam joked.

Actually, it was also cleaned, just tidying up the pillowcase as well as the blanket that Brother Maryam had just removed from the closet.

"may you feel at home here" said sister Maryam.

"Hopefully brother. But do not know anymore if Siska" said I while nudging Siska with the tip of the foot.

"what the hell" he stalked my leg.

"he said he didn't care, it turned out that he was left home to mewek" this time I really had a chance to continue to work on Siska.

Sister Maryam remained waiting in the room as long as Siska and I put the clothes in the closet. He sat on a bed accompanied by a laptop that was on. I don't know what Maryam was doing.

Finally finished. After Siska and I had stored the suitcase back, the three of us immediately took ablution and three congregational prayers. With sister Maryam standing in front as priest.

After the prayer, we finish the activity tonight by lying on the bed. The bed is broad, padded, the bedsheets are also smooth, cold. It will definitely make our sleep better.

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ekhm, ekhm, has anyone been waiting for Kayra to come back 👆👆👆

will start a new atmosphere in the pesantren yes.

Oh yes, before you can protest from the reader, because the depiction of the atmosphere in the pesantren is not appropriate, autho whisky first here

(the author is never beautiful, so let it be free, ok) ✌

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