IF YOU ARE A FOOL

New Family

I have not been able to call my mom for two days. Phone, sleep again. It sounded from the hoarse voice typical of people sleeping. Papa's phone, still in the office. My heart is quite broken, but I can still hold it. Because there's Siska for sure. We gave each other support when one of us started to get discouraged.

When I was in the boarding school I started following the activities there. My focus is no longer on HP. Even the HP I left in the room when I took classes at the boarding school. How not, if other students are not allowed to bring mobile phones to the boarding school, will I casually bring my own mobile phone into class? After so many privileges that I got here, I knew enough myself to no longer make another request.

Now I am sitting with other students taking Arabic classes. As someone who is very ordinary, never even once acquainted with the material. It feels so confusing. Just as when meeting numbers in the balance sheet is not balanced, so it must be repeated, repeated and repeated.

While I was looking at my only friend right now, I didn't know how many times it had evaporated. It must be because he is saturated and does not understand the material that is being conveyed. Fortunately, the ustad is clear, tall and slender nose with sunken eyes. The average teacher in this pesantren is semi-Arabic. It must be because the majority of teachers in this pesantren are still relatives of sister Maryam.

Almost all of Maryam's relatives studied religion in the Middle East country, and after they finished with his education returned again to the land of birth to raise Pesantren. That's according to Maryam. But somehow, it's different from Maryam's sister. He chose to study in Accounting. Maybe if it wasn't like this, I wouldn't be here right now. God always has a plan.

"wash your face there Sis" I whispered right in Siska's ear. Already several times Ustad noticed when Siska was yawning. It feels so embarrassing, at the age of two heads still give an example is not good.

"just go back to the room just no yes" said Siska lightly.

"start your gesrek brain" I nudged Siska's hand into the book I was holding.

"Kayra, the book is a science. Please don't use it to hit" how shocked I was when my name was called by Ustad Billal. Siska who had been yawning earlier, why was I the one who was reprimanded.

"iya Ustad, sorry" I said briefly. Apparently Ustad Billal was looking in our direction. But either Siska or I are his concern.

"if you get tired of this material, you can leave my class" he said.

"well Ustad, ter.." said Siska just like that. I had to step on Siska's foot so she would stop her words.

"no Ustad, I'm sorry" I said Siska. Lucky this class of the Santriwati, and also they are trained not to behave urgently. It is different with public schools. If in public school we must have received cheers from other friends.

The lesson is back on. And after no more questions, the class ended.

Before I died in class, I had a conversation with some students. No more asking about Ustad Billal.

It is only about the nature of his attitude when teaching. Not the other one. Because by understanding the character of each educator, it will be easier to follow his class. I guess so.

The time has shown five o'clock more, that means soon entering the time of the magrib prayer. Siska and I left the class and headed to the mosque. Because this morning has been given a schedule, so we are no longer confused about what to do.

While walking towards the pavilion room (santriwati called the room I was staying in like that) I apologized to Siska because today had already hurt Siska several times physically. On campus, this afternoon.

"usual. Fortunately I was immune, not easy baper" even like that Siska's response. But really, thankfully, he was cuwek. Hihihi 😁

After the magrib prayer congregation there is a dinner schedule at the main residence. There is a sense of hesitation, but still ma nyai told santriwati to call me also Siska, to join dinner.

There is a different atmosphere at the dining table, due to the presence of Ustad Billah. If Siska's a crowek, it's me who easily baper. I'm not used to dealing with strangers. Should I ask mommy at this time to be combined with other santriwati? What about Siska?

Nyai mom walked into the kitchen and I followed her.

"yes Kayra"

"may I ask to eat with santriwati only? " say me frankly.

"why is the cuisine not so good? "

"not so ummi. It's just, I don't feel good for the other santri, feel in the special right" I can't help it anymore. This is just ustad Billal. What if I meet other families too?

They are other people to me, however.

"but Ruqayyah herself left you to me. That means you're special"

"sorry ummi, but I'm not used to .. "my sentence hangs, confused about what to say.

"just relax, God willing the ummi family are all polite. No one will bother you"

Ummi's words immediately hit my heart. Actually that's not what I'm afraid of, I'm just too awkward.

"you just don't know them yet. Will get used to it for a long time"

Feels checkmate. Can what else I? in addition to following Ummi steps to return to the dining table.

Ummi patted my shoulder and let me sit down. It was so heavy I smiled.

Earlier on the dining table there was a boisterous sound of chatter. But as soon as me and ummi came all became silent. Then each began to take a plate and menggentong rice.

I can only stare. Like I have to get used to this situation.

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