Love Children Pesantren

Carving Tree

"Haah, I'm a single boss. Pepet Aisha ah!" Iqbal.

Fariz glanced sharply at Iqbal. "Biantem?"

Immediately Iqbal, Ojit and Gilang laughed loudly at Fariz's reply. "Weh, straight up dong!!" Iqbal.

"Eh Riz, how could you like Aisyah anyway? There are a lot of beautiful girls. The Ghea was alone if I was" said Gilang.

"Do what is beautiful if it is so" said Iqbal.

"Gue doesn't know why I can do it the same way he does. But for sure, among the thousands of girls I met, only he could make me comfortable. Though Ghea longer Deket same me, but I can't be as comfortable as that same Ghea. And to be sure, Aisyah is simply her man." Obviously Fariz.

"If it is someone who loves sincerely, he will not look at physical, property and others" said Ojit sok sage.

"Yes, if that's what Ghea did for me" said Gilang.

"Where do you want him? Ghea has a high taste" said Iqbal.

"Eh ga so deh, I think I'm more interested in each other" Gilang glanced at Reyhan who was busy doing exercises about the Olympics. "I'm a double mulu, shifa ah pepet!" Gilang. Reyhan who heard it did not care about Gilang's words.

Gilang scowled at Reyhan who did not respond to anything. He looked towards Ojit. "Lo ga tired of singles Mulu jit? Pepet who's the cake!"

"No! I'm loyal to Paijo" replied Ojit honestly.

Missing to exhale rough breath. "Lo thought Paijo Mulu. Paijo is a male, so let him find a female cake"

"Paijo has a wife. I don't know when the wedding is" either"

"Weh, when is marriage?" Ask iqbal.

"Gue doesn't know either. Say a few days, uh Dateng Dateng has brought a female to the chicken" said Ojit. "Where is the wedding not to ask for my blessing first"

"Where is a wedding chicken for blessing first. Lo's brain seems to need washing deh jit" Ketus Gilang by hitting Ojit's head slowly with his book.

"Well, if the marriage must ask for blessing first, if it is not at the blessing of the marriage dong legal!"

"Udah already, Ojit take it to RSJ aja. Bring Lang!" Iqbal.

"Yes later"

"Living with the chicken, not the more stress" Iqbal murmured.

Iqbal turned his gaze from the two silly friends towards Reyhan who had been busy with his own world. "Han, you ga construction again?"

"Let's go home" Reyhan replied.

Iqbal mangosteen understand. "Han, I hope it used to be because of it first. The brain once for a seneng cake, do not seriously mulu to do ngerjain about. I don't know what the head is"

"Later why the hell do it, time in the pesantren. It's better"

•••••

16.50

"Understand everything?" Ask senior brother.

"Understanding sis!" Answer everything.

"Okay, sneak back home dong sak.." Shifa who is impatient wants to go home to the boarding school. Today there is a drumband exculpation schedule at school, making him have to go home late today.

"Where's the sultry again, hufft.." Mumbled again.

"The back! Understand ga?" She asked half a scream, staring at Syifa. "The back!!"

"Heh, Lo it's called" Whisper the woman beside Syifa.

Syifa looked at her senior brother. Then pointed to himself. "I?"

"Yes you. Understand ga?"

Syifa was confused. Eh understand what? Emm stayed yes yes yes times.

"Yes yes, understand brother. Understand"

The man who was in front of the line of his juniors nodded. "Yes, please go home"

Syifa gave a sigh of relief. Finally home too. Quickly Syifa took her bag, then ran as fast as possible before the boarding gate was closed. Even though he himself was quite tired today. "Sir, sir.bukain gate dong!" Shouting Syifa.

Mr. Maman walked up to the gate, and stood in front of Syifa with an iron gate as his barrier. "Kok come home late?"

"So there's an exkul sir, please bukain ya.." Said Syifa with breath that is still ngosan.

"What a hell of a bitch,,"

"Sir pliss, help me. Yeah..."

Ustadzah Rina who accidentally saw Syifa outside the gate immediately approached them. "Assynogaic"

"Waalaikum salam" replied Maman and Syifa.

"Why are you home late?" Ask ustadzah.

"So there was exkul ustadazh," Syifa replied as it is.

Ustadzah looked at Syifa whose face was covered in sweat. The girl was also like exhausted, due to the drumband training for several hours. Ustadzah Rina nodded. "Bukain sir!"

"Good ustadzah" Mr. Maman immediately opened the gate in the lock, making Syifa also directly enter it.

Syifa shook the hands of Rina's corpse. "You go straight to the room. Ready to prepare for Maghrib prayer. Now the Maghrib is a few minutes ahead of usual"

Syifa nodded. "Yes ustadzah. I say goodbye first. Assalamualaikum" he said by kissing the back of the hand of the graceful woman in front of him.

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh"

Syifa walked straight to her room. By occasionally regulating his breathing that is still irregular. "Assalamualaikum" he said by opening the room door.

"Waalaikum salam" answered Aisha, Lina and Dinda.

"Cock just got home fa?!" Ask Aisyah.

"Yes, that was senior brother's long talk first. Just been repaid" Syifa sat her body on the bed.

Syifa opened her bag, then took out a bottle of water she always carried with her at school. His throat was very dry at this time. Need mineral intake. He drank and then drank it until it was finished. "Ah, Thank God..."

Syifa quickly picked up her clothes in the closet and picked up some toiletries. "Gue take a shower first yes" he said, which was embraced by everyone.

"Assynogaic"

"Greetings waalaikum"

Syifa walked quickly to the bathroom. Arriving there he immediately stopped waiting in front of one of the bathroom doors by staring at two people who were still seen queuing for a bath. The other three bathroom doors were closed. "In dalem there's no one?" Syifa asked both of them.

"Na'am ukhty" replied the girl in line at bathroom number 2.

"Ah don't call ukhty. Call Syifa" Syifa said.

"Na'am"

Syifa sighed slowly. "Why should I use na'am anyway. So yes, let me know more"

The girl nodded. "Yes Syifa"

"That's better..."

"Eh Syifa, ana went in first yes" he said because the person inside was out.

Syifa just nodded.

The girl seemed to raise her hand to recite a prayer before entering the bathroom, after she had just entered it. "Why do most pesantren here say ukhty ukhty?" Syifa Gumam. "What most santri people say is that. Let it look more Islamic...?!"

Syifa looked to the right. The other girl had also entered the bathroom. "Ni people do try, really long!"

Syifa banged on the door. "Woy! Cepetan Napa anyway! Very long!!" He half shouted.

"PATIENCE!" I heard a voice coming from the bathroom.

Before long the door opened. "Sorry for long"

Syifa just smiled clumsyly. "i-iya.."

"It goes first, assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikum salam" Syifa replied by scratching her non-itchy nape.

"No, use ukhty again" murmured syifa. For Syifa to speak like ana, ukhty, antum and others quite foreign in his ears. Maybe because Syifa is not familiar with such language. She was just a city girl who just wanted to try a new atmosphere by living in a pesantren. After all, in his neighborhood once also no one spoke that language. Yes, although Syifa often several times heard the students use the language in conversation.

Syifa pressed her shoulders. "I took a shower, just like the Maghrib"

"Oh Allah, where is the veil?" Distracted speech. "Oh, I forgot to bring it back. How is this going?"

Syifa stood up like a dazed person. Confused what he should do. Syifa spread her gaze. An idea came to his mind. "Pake a towel only once"

Because he did not want to waste time, he just put the towel on his head. Bodo very people will say what later when they see it, the most important thing is that his hair is not visible. Syifa came out of the bathroom. A melodious groove that never got tired of hearing it sounded beautiful in the ears of the syifa.

"Oh well, it's a prayer" said Syifa who immediately ran to his room.

Seeing the quiet room made Syifa even more sullen. "Gue's staying in here"

Quickly Syifa took the veil from her closet.

Brawny

Surprised, he turned to the door. A sharp and fierce shot straight at him, making the girl shudder in horror. "Why is it still here?" Ask the manager with his judes.

"Eh anu mbak,.."

"Anu what? Get to mushola!"

Syifa nodded. "i-iya mbak" Syifa immediately walked up to her face and quickly walked out of the room.

"Excuse me.." He said as he passed the judes board.

But instead of answering what the cake was, the manager even added glaring at Syifa. With the addition of hitting Syifa's back with his alphabet. "Aww..." Ringis Syifa rubbed her back.

"Make a bullet to mushola! It should have been there before Adhan. It wants Iqamah still here!" He said with a fierce tone. There is no soft soft.

Syifa looked at her annoyed. "Yes.." He answered and immediately ran away. A few seconds later, Syifa returned.

"Why did you come back?" Ask the manager.

"Anu mbak, my prayer mat is left behind" Syifa said by returning to the room to pick up the alphabet.

"Excuse me.." Syifa said again by passing the administrator, then walked out of the room again.

A few meters away from her room, Syifa stopped her steps. Then look back, see the boss who is still faithful glaring at him. "DON'T FIERCELY FIERCE! YOUR FACE LOOKS OLD, BECAUSE IT'S ALWAYS ANGRY..!" Shouted Syifa without sin.

"BEAUTY TO ANTI!" Shouted the manager who seemed to be upset as well.

Syifa ran hard with her laughter. Very satisfied he mengjai mbak manager. Arriving at the Syifa mosque immediately ran to the ablution place. But how surprised he was when he saw some men who were ablution there. And the students who were there were also no less surprised by the existence of Syifa.

"Ukhty's? what's anti?" Ask one of them in shock.

"It's..." Syifa spread her gaze. And it turns out he got in wrong.

Syifa patted the jidat. "Haduha..."

"Ukhty this is a man's ablution" said another.

Syifa held his head. "Oi ya ukhty. Pamit first yes. Assalamualaikum"

"Greetings" answered those who were there.

Syifa again ran out of the man's ablution by enduring her embarrassment. "Allah.wrong is my address!" Shyifa muttered.

•••••

"You know what, the shame I was?!" Syifa told me everything.

"Yes, why did you go in the wrong way?" Ask Lina.

"Yes, I hunted, so I did not look at the writing"

"But you have memorized where men's ablution places women's ablution" Timpal Aisyah.

"You know, suddenly I forget"

"Refuse the senile Lo" Lina said.

"Eh Din, people here if you say use ukhty ukhty an it?!"

Dinda nodded. "Yes, they used to use that language"

"Ga need to be surprised, his name is also a pesantren child. The language is so natural" Lina said.

"Yes, if so, why don't we try to use that language" suggested Syifa.

"No, no! I'm used to using the language usually, if using the language is like less sreg in me" said Lina. Just like Syifa, Lina who is accustomed to city life is used to using lo-gue as her daily language.

Syifa nodded in understanding. "But why don't you use their kayak language anyway Din? You will even longer stay in the pesantren" Syifa said.

Dinda shakes. "I'm more comfortable with you" he replied. "At the same time I always want to say Gus Dur."

"Islam did not come to transform our ancestral culture into Arab culture. Not for Me to be Ana, Sampeyan(you) to be Antum and Sedulur (Brother) to be Akhi. We keep ours, we must filtration his teachings but not his culture..."

"I always remember that word. But maybe such a language is more convenient for them to use. Moreover, they are children of pesantren, maybe they think such language is more polite. But back to yourself. Everyone has a different opinion" continued Dinda.

•••••

"Aisha, someone's waiting for you..." Inez said that Aisyah and Syifa immediately turned to her who was standing in the doorway of the class.

"Who's waiting for Lo Syah?" Ask Syifa.

Aisyah shakes. A signal that he doesn't even know it.

Syifa smiled. "Sister Fariz must have been. I've been there"

Aisyah nodded slowly. He closed the book, stood up, and walked to the door.

"Assynogaic"

Aisyah looked at the man beside her. Sure enough, it was Fariz who was waiting for him. "Greetings waalaikum"

"What's up, brother?" Ask Aisyah.

"Follow me"

Aisha scrunched her forehead. "Where?"

"Follow it!" Fariz said in spirit.

Aisyah fell silent, then nodded slowly. The two of them immediately left, with Aisyah walking around Fariz from behind. I don't know where to take him this man.

"Why did you bring Aisyah here?"

"Lo look yes..."

Fariz spread his gaze to the ground. Then take the stone. As for Aisyah, honestly she also did not feel comfortable having to be alone with Fariz in this quiet back garden. Nor does he know what Fariz will do this time.

Fariz is like writing something on the trunk of a large, shady mango tree that thrives in the back garden. When he finished, Fariz smiled broadly by looking at the writing he had just put on the tree trunk.

Fariz looked at Aisyah. "Now Lo is writing"

"Huh? Aisha?" Aisha pointed at herself.

"Yes Lo. It's..." Fariz thrust out the stone in his hand.

With doubt Aisyah took it. "Write it on the trunk of this tree" Fariz continued.

Aisyah stepped forward to approach the mango tree. He looked at Fariz. "This, Ayesha should write what, sister?"

"Letter A" replied Fariz. "Write it after this point" Fariz pointed to the large point he carved on the tree.

Aisyah nodded in understanding. He did what Fariz told him. Although actually Aisyah herself also does not know the reason she was told to write the letter A on the trunk of this mango tree.

"Udah brother"

Fariz's smile grew. Makes his good looks increase by 5 times. It is confirmed that the other women who are now in the position of Aisyah are already hot cold body. Because Fariz never threw a smile to any woman, except women who are special in his life. "Where's the stone?!"

Aisha handed over the stone. Quickly yet gently Fariz took it. He carved something back into the tree.

"Lo look at this..." Fariz said making Aisyah look at the tree trunk.

There's an F. A' in brackets with a big love shape on the outside. "F. That's Fariz and A. That's Ayesha" Fariz murmured.

Fariz rubbed the carving of the tree he had just made with the girl. The girl you know how Fariz feels about her. "Gue will continue to remember the carving of this tree!"

Fariz lowered his head. Now, he could not say what. Since when did he get this love with a woman. Whereas before, Fariz did not want to be bound by this kind of relationship at all. A relationship that requires her to love someone. But at the moment? He really cannot control his heart.

There was nothing too special about this girl. However, enough to make Fariz's heart fall in love. And what often makes Fariz ask is...Why should he? Though true said his friend, there is still a beautiful and perfect. And all the answers, only Allah is all-knowing.

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