Married to Ustaz

Chapter 2: Holy Prison, I'm Coming!

A dark morning, a week has passed. Exactly today, the day of Cika's departure to the boarding house. He still did not accept of course, but he did not rebel if his father had made up his mind.

He sat in the back of the wheel, right next to his mother. The rectangular veil of peach color that was used was immediately removed, making both parents glare at him.

“Hot, I will wear it again, kok,” he said trying to explain. Not only that, his socks were also removed, making his father and mother who saw could only shake their heads at his behavior.

This past week, she has been forced to wear everything that has been avoided such as; skirts, hijabs, socks, long-sleeved clothes, and not to forget the dress. Sometimes he does not want to reflect, because he was horrified to see his new appearance.

“See Cika now, mom so proud to have a daughter, Dad,” said Mother from beside him.

“Dad too, Mom,” said Dad chimed in from the front.

”So all this time I was considered what?” Cika mumbled softly.

Not wanting to dissolve so deep, Cika chose to close her eyes, but could not. The shadow of the boarding school hut continues to disturb his mind lately, especially he often heard from his friends that the boarding school like, in prison.

“It's terrible!” he nodded his head quickly.

“Bu,” call it. “We're back home, I promise you won't be naughty anymore.”

“In a moment, we're here. You must be at home, Cika,” replied Mother as if she did not care about her words.

Cika just chuckled annoyed at hearing that answer.

Four hours drive finally the black sedan car carrying Cika has arrived at the boarding school An-Nur. The chanting of the holy verse of the Qur’an, the prayers of the prophets sounded so beautiful welcoming their arrival.

“Come, down, Cika,” pinta Mom who saw Cika still sitting in her place. “Wear the hijab again,” she continued.

“I don't want to go down, Mom!" answer Cika.

Again and again Cika had to give in, lazily he got out of the car. The dazzling sunlight made him squint attentively to the two-story building before him. “Instead of my expectations why does this look more horrible?” said slowly.

His father and mother had walked first into the boarding school. He had to follow from behind.

"Am I going to stay here? Just imagining it, I gave up. Ah, my stomach is wrapped around. Huft ...." Cika exhaled a long breath.

He moved his feet faster, to chase after his mother and father who were far ahead of him. He could see around her many santriwati who looked and threw a thin smile towards him. He replied with a fake smile.

Brugh!

Cika's head accidentally tripped with the shoulder of the man using the turban. "Be careful if you walk, will I bump your face, lo?" Cika raised her fist high threatening the scowled young man who was before her.

"Due to the attitude, anti" said the man before him without looking at himself, then took the bagbih that had fallen to the ground and left without saying anything more.

"Basin' weird guy!" shouted Cika swearing serapah.

"Madam, ask Non to go inside immediately" said the driver.

Cika gave a small nod, this veiled girl is still upset.

Somewhere else.

"Looks like santri's new daughter, Ustaz. He does not know who, Ustaz," said the security guard politely, the security guard walked hand in hand with the boy kyai in the boarding school.

The guy with the scabbard just smiled faintly in response to it.