MOON IN PESANTREN

Surprised

"Finally at home, I'm really looking forward to a gini vacation" I said as I lay down my achy body on the sofa.

Umi sat in front of me smiling. "Later the night after Isya, you immediately get ready, yes. Wear a dress shirt if you can."

I pulled my back from the back of the sofa. "Where are you going, Mi?"

"We're not going anywhere. They're the ones here."

My heart wanted to jump out. I'm freaking out about not playing, it's like the stories of the matchmaking novels I read so often. I hope it wasn't.

I try to control my breath. "Who are they, huh, Mi?" soft ask.

"Your husband's candidate, Seli. No way, right, you forgot?" Abi joined our conversation and sat down next to Umi.

"HA'S? HUSBAND?" I stood up so surprised.

"Sit down, Seli."

"Tar first, Umi. Whose husband is this to mean? Since when did Seli have such a candidate?" I can no longer control my emotions.

Abi sighed. "Seli, even though you just graduated Madrasah Aliyah, there is no harm if you get married immediately? We discussed this problem a few weeks ago and this is a solution from Abi and Umi so that you do not continue to be pursued by such a man, Seli."

"Look, you rest in the room first." Umi drove me to my room.

After Umi left I sat in front of the mirror table. Looking at my own face. I really don't know how to deal with this. The solution my parents gave me was good, but I wasn't ready to get married.

I went to tolilet to bathe and take ablution after the adhan maghrib had been heard from the mosque near my house. The mosque is full of memories of my childhood with my friends that sometimes make me want to go back to that time.

Now I've been wearing a mocca-colored robe that I took from the closet because my other clothes are still neat in the suitcase because I haven't had time to clean it. I combined it with a rectangular headscarf that was in tune with my robe.

"Seli, come on out, honey. Our guests have come," said Umi in front of the door of my room which I deliberately locked.

"Yes, Umi."

I walked towards the living room with Umi. I was surprised to see Ustadz Yahya and Ustadzah Fatima sitting in conversation with Abi and my brothers.

When I sat down, I realized that Harsa was here. Sitting next to Faaz to be precise. Why is there a Harsa family here?

Without asking, Umi who was beside me seemed to understand my feelings. Umi immediately told me while whispering softly. "The youngest son of Mr. Yahya is your candidate, Cell."

The deg!

I reflexively stood up to make the chatter in this living room stop. Everyone looked at me in wonder.

"Seli, why?" Umi touched my hand.

"I DON'T WANT TO MARRY HARSAAAAAA."

I stared at the ceiling with the decoration of the stars made of gold paper, I sat down and looked around which turned out I was in my dorm room. The atmosphere of the room was still dark, my friends were still asleep.

"Alhamdulillah. It turned out to be a dream. I can dream of gini for sure because yesterday afternoon shadowin married Harsa who is a complicated person. It's terrible, anyway. But, if he's my soul mate, what can I do?"

I grabbed my phone on the board that was deliberately placed between my bed and Dilla. It turns out the clock shows at 02.50 WIB. I removed the blanket and went to the toilet to take ablution, intending to perform Tahajud Sunnah prayers.

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The break bell reads, Ira's body immediately closes its explanation with Hamdallah. The whole class began to crowded, some immediately took the position of laying their heads on the table, lesehan at the back of the class, under the table, some went to the toilet, some went to the toilet, there are also those who go to the middle corridor to carry out ijtima and other activities.

"Seli, anterin me to the language teacher's room, yuk." Maryam came up to me carrying the papers of the entire class.

"You want to fulfill that task?"

"Yes. Ira Ustadzah had not been there yet."

"OKAY. Yuk." yuk." Me and Maryam walked out of class. "Eh, the language teacher's room is in the block, huh?"

"Heem. No papa, right?" Mary smiled pleading.

I'm nodding. "Where are you going?"

The entire block end of each floor is filled by a teacher room and the language teacher room is located in the corner of the 2nd floor of the block, if we want to avoid passing through the class of the class, the class of the class, then we have to go down to the 1st floor through the stairs nisa or the middle stairs then go up again through the stairs rijal.

"If you go through the 1st floor first, cape like. Males me."

"That means we're directly lewatin class rijal aja nih?"

Maryam nodded with a smile, and we walked straight through the classroom. Then, our eyes focused on one of the classes, they were very noisy, laughing out loud. Maryam and I glanced inside a little, apparently they were watching a video on a laptop.

"Watch what are they?" ask me while I keep walking.

"What video is it this time."

We left the language teacher's room after handing over the daily paper. We accidentally ran into Yusuf-chairman of MI dormitory management organization which was in a crowded classroom.

My force is about 600 santri rijal and nisa, so it is divided into 9 rijal classes and 9 nisa classes. One class contains about 30 students and MIA classes or abbreviations from Mathematics and Natural Sciences are the most popular so that there are 5 MIA classes and 4 IIS or Social Sciences classes.

Joseph greeted me and Mary with a friendly smile.

"Yusuf, just want the money."

Joseph looked at us. "Yes, ask what?"

I shouldn't have asked this, but I was curious. "Your class was so noisy, what's wrong?"

"Oh that. We are again watching a drama of SKI lessons nisa, your class is the best video said the ustadznya? Well, I just gave the video to class ane so that class ane can sample your video, because class ane already 2 weeks no one has been the video."

"Why do you have ane class?" many surprised.

"Yes yes. How come you laugh so watch it? Very bad." Maryam was surprised.

Joseph laughed instead. "Yes, that's why your class videos are best because they're funny too."

"Jude-oah. Thanks for the info." I immediately pulled Maryam's hand to take her back to class.

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