Loving In Silence (MDD)
Chapter Two (II)
In front of the room door that is not so spacious, the girl with several piles of books beside her is doing her daily routine.
He took a breath and let it out. The activity was repeated several times until he felt a little calmer.
When the count is 16 times (if not miscalculated), his breathing is irregular while his heart rate is not normal as usual. It was very difficult for Aira to define her current state, her eyes were increasingly unwilling to blink, and her mouth was silenced.
The beautiful voice that Aira often heard was printed clearly in her ears now echoed again throughout the pesantren, although a little noisy with other santri activities, it had no effect on Aira. Verse after verse, letter after letter she read had hypnotized Aira into a miniqueen statue like that of her best friend Afi.
Subhanallah! Is this your creation designed in such a way? I really like his voice. Aira was only able to admire the voice without knowing who it belonged to.
Aira stepped into the room looking for her best friend. “Fi? Do you know who the owner of the voice is?.” She's curious.
“Entah Ai... I never memorized it.” While his best friend is busy himself with folds of clothes that accumulate.
Aira lowered her voice, “I love Fi.” smiled shyly showing off her row of white teeth.
“Same? The guy?.”
“He’e.” Unknowingly, Aira nodded her head unaware of her best friend's question.
Afi nudged Aira's head whose mind soared to where.
“Crazy for you Ai, how are grandfathers?.”
“Yee.” Aira turned her lips while pushing Afi into a pile of clothes that she had just folded.
“ANNOUNCEMENTS! AIRA LIKES GRANDPA-GRANDFATHERS.” Afi screams kelinga Aira.
“AAA….AAAA...AA.didn't hear..didn't hear.” Both ears of Aira, he cursed using his index finger and immediately disappeared from the side of the possessed kuntilanak.
Aira's breathing was dull, he ran out of his room which he thought was too cramped. He deliberately stopped in front of the pesantren canteen, this time his stomach needs nutritional intake so as not to be biased with the energy he released every day.
“Ummi.. I bought the cartridge, as usual, without cucumber and chilli.” Directly he nyelonor take crackers that are tied next to the plate shelves.
No surprise anymore with the behavior of Aira, “Ya, yes, neng Aira, monggo awaited the order yes neng.” His words use a pretentious accent.
“Es lemon it's holiday neng?.” The impression, which means want a message or not?
“Ya must be Ummi.. Ummi can top cer deh.” while brandishing the thumb, Aira smiled grimly.
It turns out that in the corner there is already someone who noticed Aira since the arrival of kekantin until sitting in front of the place ordering food.
“Douh fights that are more money, not rhyming.” Cibir Bella who turned out to be next to him.
“Eh Bell, this is no ba...”.
“Ai, you heard that in the pesantren we have handsome Ustad, alim, good, understanding, diligent, clever, anyway SEJUTA (faithful, honest, takwa) lah.” Cerocos Bella cuts off Aira's talk.
“Pull breath first Bell.” Tell Aira to move her hands up and down repeatedly.
“Yes? You heard no?.” Despite being shaken, Aira remained
non-pinkling.
“I heard, but she has never been into class.” Aira said.
“So?.”Bella asked curiously.
“What's so?.”
“So you have never met directly?.” Add it with slick eyes.
“Its mean yes Bella.” says Aira.
“Alaaah your loss Aira, all santri already on the valves, klepek,
you are the only one who is kurin (lack of information).” said Bella while giving her thumbs upside down.
“Create what? After all it does not matter Bell.” said Aira.
“Awas lee klepek-klepek new tau tau tau tau.” said Bella.
“I am here to find knowledge Bell, not even find a soul mate.” said Aira.
Do not be asked again, if Aira and Bella together, the uproar must occur.Disregarding the place and time, the important thing is happy.That is what Aira likes from a Bella. Easy going.
But sometimes the cold nature makes others reluctant to make friends even if just to say hello.
In the afternoon pesantren activities are usually Pak Kyai book studies, but his khoddamnya told that he was visiting Java to fill the tausiyah there. So for the santri today free, free.
If the shower queue is now very long, the santri make this opportunity for holiness, shampooing for hours, and other non-essential activities.
Wh why? Because if full of activities, the bath is only five minutes, aka duck bath.
Soaa, make the most of your time. Can nyuci ya nyuci, can take a shower, if the usual yahoo yes please hurrah-hura, it's the right of the santri.
Unlike Aira, he was busy pacing in front of the bathroom. Like someone who lost their husband.
“Why Ai?.” asked Afi, When asked, he instead left at will.
“Sorry Fi, task.” said AfiSwhile running, he turned to answer the question his best friend made confused.
After arriving in the room, he rummaged through all the bookshelves, he went around to every corner of the room.
But the result is nothing, the book is gone. Whether he forgets or what, surely he is not ready with the anger of the ustad.
Already imagined in the mind of Aira, ustad will be angry. With a sinister face carrying a rattan. Poor Aira's two hands, became an easy target for the rattan and would bruise everywhere. "Huft.." he snorted.
In class, Aira did not dare to raise her head. He is still not ready for what will happen. Constantly he propped up his chin on the table, watching his little brooch not move at all.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” There was a clear sound of the sound of ustad saying a greeting.
Aira further sank her fists into both of her hands.
Instead of avoiding.
Over time the voices of children were heard more and more, the voice of Afi was now the loudest among others calling the name of Aira.
“Aira, Aira.”
“Aira Fatma..AIRA FATMA.”.
Aira looked up for a moment, looking for the source of the voice.
"Hmm... Who's that handsome guy? His slap." muttered in Aira's heart. Now his eyes stopped at the front of the blackboard.
The man was so perfect, making Aira stop looking for the existence of Afi.
“Aira you called ustad Nofil tuu.” said Afi Still half conscious, Aira still gawking on the spot.
"What's wrong? Why me?." Inner Aira.
“You Aira Fatma?.” The simple question was able to freeze all of Aira's organs.
Aira answered stammeringly from her nervousness.
“I..i..yaaa.ustad.”
“This is your book, right? Left in the office said Ustad Mahmud. And he could not attend because his wife gave birth.”
He gave the book of Aira which had been held since. While looking at other santri as a notice.
”And I was assigned to replace him at this time.” Next later.
Aira took a glance at the facial expressions of all the occupants of the class.
They're in a good mood. It is clear from the look on their faces. Even if he had tons of gold on their heads, no one would feel the pain.
Ustad who became the dream of all santri was now explaining the book very fittingly. Between the content and the likeness it is combined in real. Aira secretly liked the way the young man taught. All students quickly understand without much explanation.
It turned out to be true, he was not only handsome but also dazzling. Whisper the heart of a girl who is daydreaming in class.
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