MOON IN PESANTREN

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Me and Maryam arrived at the class after walking in a hurry.

"Guys, our SKI drama video was watched by a classmate of MIA-A-01 try" I said in a disappointed tone while complaining to friends.

"HEW. FOR WHAT?" Iffah immediately rose from under the table, the safest place to sleep in class.

Maryam nodded.

"MIA-A-01? Ih shy dong. That's her class." Syilla is considered a gentle and shy woman by santri rijal, even though she is one who often jokes in class or even in the room.

"Ah, how can it be in them, anyway?"

"Worse for them."

"His lunch is loving, huh? Severe tau."

"Where in the video, I was ugly again. Pake negligee equal veil ala mamak all anyway." Syilla replied again.

The whole class laughed as she recalled the events when Syilla played her part as a miserable mother at the time. The task of making a video lesson of the History of Islamic Culture or commonly abbreviated as SKI is indeed ordered to be made as interesting as possible as long as it does not deviate from the theme that has been determined.

"That's all our class videos or one group doang?" nisa asked because indeed one class is divided into 5 groups.

"Don't know. Yusuf just said our class video."

Kriying!!!!

All of them immediately returned to their respective seats, because the teacher of the next lesson was coming soon.

"Now Biology lesson," I said after seeing the lesson schedule that I and Aidha purposely stick on the table so that we always remember and do not need to look far to the classroom that is near the door.

"Eh, biology has a job, huh, Dha?"

"Yes. Who told me to write an essay in the package book."

"That's doang, right? I forgot to take the book to my room. If that essay I've been in school."

"Yes, Seli. That's doang. Panicking mutely," replied Aidha in the mirror, a small mirror that she always brought to school.

We santri was indeed ordered to leave the package book at school, here are provided bookshelves in each class to put their respective package books. Bringing a package book to the dorm if there is a task, a repeat or an exam only because carrying a package book every day will definitely burden the students. The distance from dormitory to school is quite far and not to mention if the class or room is upstairs, it can cause the back of the students to bend if every day carrying heavy loads in long distances.

"Assynualallaikum." The young Ustadz who taught biology appeared at the door.

"Wa'allaikumsalam." We answered simultaneously.

"OKAY. Ustadz, "we answered before Ustadz Zidan left.

"Yeahy. Study under."

"The lecturer in the class is mulu," said Syilla.

"Say let's meet some guys, right, Syill?"

"Heh. Really good."

"Udah. Come on down, guys." Maryam as class president reminded us.

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The biology lab is on the 1st floor block. We descended through the middle stairs, passing through several rooms facing each other in the corridor. The corridor was so quiet because it was now the hour of study, that our footsteps were clearly heard. Me and Aidha, the last road, suddenly heard the chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an echoing in the corridor.

"Sabbaha lillahi ma fis-samawati wa ma fil-ard, wa huwal-'azizul-hakim."

"Yes ayyuhallazina amanu five taquluna ma la taf'alun."

"Kabura maqtan 'indallahi an taqulu ma la taf'alun."

Aidha and I looked at each other. "Goddessa. Whose voice is that?" ask Aidha to me because the sound is very melodious, according to the letter makhorijul as well as the law of tajwidnya.

I shrugged the sign of not knowing. We also continued walking.

As we passed through the administration room, the voice was getting heard, apparently the one who was muroja'ah from the administration room.

"Innallaha yuhibbullazina yuqatiluna fi sabilihi saffang ka`annahum bun-yanum marsus."

Without warning, Aidha and I walked toward the door of the room that was slightly open, we found a man in uniform like us, a light blue shirt, and we found a man in a light blue shirt, our army uniforms are on Wednesday and Thursday, so the man is definitely our generation. He was facing the Qibla so we could not see his face.

"Figures, tuh. Make sure it sounds, but don't look at his face."

I smiled broadly. "Yes, Masyaallah. May my soul mate be like her."

"Aamiinu. Bye, yuk." Aidha turned around, walked to the biology lab that I was following.

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