MOON IN PESANTREN

A Paper Slice

The bag I'm taking to school is ready and I put it on the table. I was busy polishing my face with powder and a little bit of lip tint with soft color on the lips. I spray paris hilton perfume all over my body which now uses sailor uniform equipped with white rectangular hijab, do not forget to wear hand body on both hands and feet. I checked the phone whether Harsa was in the corridor seat or not and it turned out exactly once the message from Harsa came in.

Harsa

Cell, gece

Okay, otw

I immediately say goodbye to the room. They are still busy with their morning routine before going to school. Understandably already class 12, there is no shrill that makes the ears hurt and the heart pounding so fast that the reflex makes body movements vibrate and rush. Because if not, the risk of having to listen to the babble of the upperclassmen is also the punishment that awaits.

"Yes first. Assalamallaikum." I hurried to get my shoes off the shoe rack.

I deliberately got ready sooner because I had to meet Harsa to pick up the grille she promised. Usually I am the same as my friends who go to school when the time is up, leaving in the morning only when the intention. In fact, our dormitory is farthest from the school when compared to other dormitories. We were often almost punished, fortunately we had a reasonable reason that we had to take care of the MI santri first. Because indeed we have to make sure all MI students have breakfast and go to school, except for those who are sick.

Without looking, I immediately found the figure of Harsa who was sitting in the middle corridor seat. I'll approach her soon.

"Sa, was it?"

"Ngga, just now. Nih." Harsa handed him 2 package books and 1 plastic bag that seemed to contain food.

I received the book he handed over. "A similar history lesson?"

"Yes. Sempet asked Abi also grilles History. Uh, your history class was taught by Ustadz Yahya, wasn't it?"

"No, anyway. But God is the same about the test. Hehe."

"It's also dong." Harsa handed me the white plastic bag again.

"Who's this for?" I received a plastic bag that turned out to contain 2 milk boxes full cream Ultra Milk medium size and 1 bottle nutriboost.

"Make ente. Thas. I go first, yeah." He smiled and left me.

"Eh, thanks." I shouted.

"Good use this love all. When I first met, I just wanted to nitip he did not want," I said as I approached my friends who were wearing shoes in the front seat of the dorm.

"Wait, dong." I soon followed wearing soft pink sneakers and socks in matching colors.

One of the things that I love going to school here is that there is no ban on wearing colored shoes and socks here. In my Junior High School, black shoes with white straps were equipped with white socks and it bored me. While here, I can use shoes with my favorite color. Hm, it's kind of childish my mindset on this.

"Cell, let's get a spit."

"Yes, Ra. Uh how many days are we UTS? Next monday, huh?"

"Yup."

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Today is the first day of the midterm exam. I was busy memorizing the materials taught by the teacher. Actually I have learned from the night and now my eyes are getting tired and sleepiness starts to attack, indeed my sleepiness always comes in the morning like this. Want to sleep for a while it does not feel calm, let alone see my super diligent friends. Lucky I roomed with them again so I was carried away diligently.

"Assalamallaikum, there's Seli, isn't there?" ask Syahla-the next-class children who are super active in the organization, usually early in the morning he just finished ijtima.

I looked up because I was studying under the desk and Shahla was just standing at the door of my class. "Wa'allaikumsalam. Selinya is, Syahla. Why?"

"That's what Andra was looking for in the middle corridor, Cell. Cepetan said."

"Dad, Seli. You also do not sleep mutely," he shouted while entering his class.

My classmates are used to hearing me being called by Andra in the corridor so they don't fuss, only sometimes they say 'cie-cie' only.

I'm heading towards the middle corridor. Already seen the figure of Andra while carrying a plastic bag that must be brown as usual. But I don't know that chocolate is for me or Vira. It could be that he wants to love Vira through me who happens to be located my class close to the middle corridor.

"Why, Ndra?"

"You want to test, eat chocolate first let the brain fresh." He handed him a plastic containing 2 chocolate bars.

"Make me or Vira?" tanyaku relax.

"Make you, Cell. Take it again. Back to class, studying."

I'm nodding. "Thank you. Studying your diligent. Don't cheat."

"Yes-yes." Andra turned back and returned to her class. So did I.

I put the chocolate in the drawer and I'm back with the books. The bell rang 5 minutes later. All students prepare by placing books and bags in front of the class and leaving only stationery, examinee cards and bottles of drinking water on their respective tables. Santri is not allowed to put anything in the desk drawer when the exam begins.

The exam lasted 15 minutes. The exam supervisor goes around the class like an exam usually because sometimes there are students who fall asleep during the exam, do not bring the participant's card or even get caught carrying cheat papers.

The Ustadz suddenly stopped behind me and told me to pick up something in my desk drawer, leaving the whole class to me. What's my desk drawer?

My turtle and I just remembered that I haven't put Andra's chocolate into my bag. Want how else, already known by ustadz examination supervisor. I turned the chocolate-filled plastic over hesitantly.

Ustadz opened the plastic and found a piece of paper. "Well, what paper is this? Don't let anyone cheat children because they risk not being able to take the exam."

I'm scratched because I don't know what the paper is. Because, when the tenth grade Andra once gave me a cheat paper made because during the middle of Junior High Andra was used to cheating during the exam. At that time I refused it because I never wanted to cheat, even I advised Andra not to cheat again. But, is he doing this again?

"This is the content of the paper. Ustadz bacain, yes."

Oh God, I beg you. Don't let me not take the exam. God, I hope it's not a cheat paper. Aamiins.

"Hi, Seli," said Ustadz, his eyes still fixed on the paper he was holding.

I looked straight over, what did the ustadz mean?

"Hi, Seli. Do not forget to pray and study before the exam. Don't forget to eat chocolate too. Success Selina Mufida bint Abi Yusuf Gunawan." Ustadz read what was written on the paper.

Echhemmm... Cieeeee

Uhuyyy, Sally...

Uwwwwww. That's what Andra was, huh, Cell?

Cieee Selii has a red face.

The whole class was crowded because they realized I had just met Andra and it must have been from Andra.

I smiled clumsyly. Shame and relief that it is not a cheat paper. What is Andra Nulis? Ah, the point is, I can still take the exam.

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