MOON IN PESANTREN

Go home

The suitcase containing some clothes and all my needs at home was standing neatly in front of the room, ready to be taken home. I've been ready since then while Faaz has gone nowhere.

Soon enough, the figure I wanted so badly to be with Andra on her left side. He was busy licking ice cream without thinking about me who had been waiting for him until almost moss.

I'm standing. "Faaz, where are you going? Brother waited from earlier. Your permission book hasn't been taken at the office."

Every pesantren in or out, must use the permission book as a record. This permit book must have been submitted to the chairman of the foundation for signature before we go home.

Faaz only grinned the horse.

"Yes already. Where's your suitcase, Faaz?"

"This is just about to be taken. If so, Faaz to the top first yes, brother. Take a suitcase in the room." Faaz immediately ran until my hand that wanted to pinch him floated in the air.

"Ngapain laughing?" my protest was against Andra who had been laughing at me since she was scolding Faaz.

"You should be mad at me, Cell. You see, I took Faaz Jajan first to the store," said Andra who then followed his crisp laugh.

I didn't answer. Not long after that Faaz came by pulling his suitcase.

After taking Faaz's permission book at the dorm management office, the three of us walked towards the parking area that was very far from the dormitory by pulling their respective suitcases. It was a long way away, we had to go through the school building and some fields. During the walk I was more silent, only Faaz and Andra kept chatting, I did not listen to what they were talking about.

"Assalamallaikum" Andra said to her parents and Faaz and I followed her salim to Andra's parents.

"Wa'allaikumsalam, Seli you're tired, huh? Pucet is his face. What pain?" Umi Devi touched my hand and forehead, checking if my body was hot.

I smiled clumsyly. "Hehe... . Umi was like a soy sauce." I feel bad, Umi Devi has always been nice to me.

"Have breakfast?"

"Now, Umi."

"Yes already. Andra, get the suitcase into the trunk, yeah." Umi Devi and Andra's father got into the car.

"Yes, Mom. Seli, Faaz, take the gih."

Faaz and I nodded.

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Andra lifts all the suitcases into the trunk, accidentally seeing the hangers in the zipper of Seli's suitcase. A hanger that is really familiar to him, a hanger shaped head hello kitty that is none other than the hanger that he gave to Seli 2 years ago.

"It turns out you're still wearing it, Seli. It might actually be better this way, you better not want that day," he murmured.

Andra continued to talk to Faaz during the trip, actually he really wanted to chat with Seli like before but somehow Seli's attitude seemed to change very much to him. Not as friendly as before, not as cheerful as before. Andra herself does not know what the cause of Seli's attitude change, is because she had dated Vira?

"Faaz, your brother now hates you, brother, huh?" whispered Andra to Faaz. Mumpung Seli is sleeping.

Faaz shrugged his shoulders in ignorance. "Why, Brother?"

"No. No papa, I'm."

Seli wakens. He looked towards Andra who was watching him, realizing that, Seli turned her eyes out the window. Today Seli uses a baby pink hodie with the same colored hijab, then combined with a milk-brown skirt.

"It's so pretty to wear that color, Cell."

Hearing her name being mentioned, Seli turned to Andra, as well as Faaz who was between Seli and Andra.

Andra who was caught wet praising Seli immediately looks wrong behavior. "Why? How was it on the look?" tanyanya hesitated.

"So Brother Andra said Seli was beautiful, right?" Faaz asked, while Seli immediately looked back at the street outside the car.

"Wrongly with you."

Andra immediately took pride in her heart many times, regretting that she was looking at Seli with such feelings. Andra recalls that there is a verse of the Qur'an which instructs men to keep their views in Q. S An-nur verse 30 which means; "Tell men of faith, that they keep their views and keep **********, which is thus more sacred to them. Verily, Allah is All-Knowing of what they do."

***

The white car driven by Andra's father finally pulled over in my yard after a few hours' drive.

After Andra and her parents stopped by my house, not long after they continued their journey to her house which is approximately within half an hour from my house.

In my house now there is only me, Faaz, Wardah and his 1-year-old son. My parents will be home if my grandmother's condition is restored. Mas Adam and his wife and children live a little far from my house, while Kak Wardah, husband and children do live with us so that my house remains crowded usually.

Ddrrtts!

The cell phone was on the nightstand.

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Syilla

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No, my house is far away

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Suddenly the phone came in from Harsa. What's up, huh? Why call suddenly? I hesitantly raised and heard his voice say hello.

"Wa'allaikumsalam, why, Sa?"

"Your competency test book, is there?"

"There was. Why mother?"

"I found our cover color competency test book, there is a name Selina Mufida class 12-MIA-B-01."

I opened the suitcase to check. As I recall, I put the book in my suitcase. Apparently nil.

I let out a breath. "Yes, Sa. My book doesn't laugh, it doesn't exist here. And now I'm home. Where's nemu?"

"In the dorm office. I happen to be still in the cottage."

Poked my forehead. "Astagfirullah. I just wanted to go to the office when Faaz took the permission book while carrying the book."

"How is this? During the holidays you have to write many verses that will be memorized next semester."

"It could have been written when I got back there. But, fear that if you are busy even have not finished the time to test. What change books, huh? Ah, but I'm afraid to tell you the writing from the early semester again."

"Where is your house? God willing I can anther."

"I'm in Bogor. Aren't you in semarang?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"That's a long way to come here. Don't bother, Sa. I will write when I get back to the cottage. Nitip on you first, yeah. Hehe, I'll take it back. Btw, thank you."

"Either. If so, then first, yes. Assalamallaikum."

"Wa'allaikumsalam."

I hung up the phone and imagined that my book had been opened by Harsa. Ah, so embarrassed. My Arabic writing is not as good as him, my memorization and reading are also mediocre. Not to mention at the back of my book there are often curses of my alay. Oh naw.

Astagfirullah. I should be grateful that the book is still there. After all, why should I be ashamed of Harsa if my rote is not good? I should be ashamed of Allah because I memorize more songs than the Qur'an. Astagfirullah.

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