MOON IN PESANTREN

Smoke Again?

As much as possible I let go of my hand from Andra's. Andra's power is stronger. He still holds my right wrist. He could touch my hand. All this time he's never been disrespectful to me like this. It pisses me off at him even more.

"Andra, manila!"

"OKAY. But, horrify me first. I'll talk to you for a second, Cell." Andra let go of her hand.

I'm silent.

"Cell, for God's sake. I had bad intentions just at the beginning. It was only when I did not know the world of pesantren. When I still have a stupid mind. Cell, I'm sorry."

"Is there anything else to talk about?"

Andra sighed. "You can't forgive me now, don't papa. Sorry to make you hurt. I'm sorry I can tell you now because I never knew how to explain it to you."

I immediately left Andra who was still sculpting.

Brakk!

I closed the door violently. I was really upset and it seemed like the demons were happy to see me angry like this. It was as if my heart and mind were filled with anger and asked me to vent it.

My body sits by the door. Empty views. Disappointed and angry at Andra kept flowing in my blood. Actually, this may seem trivial. But when I feel it it's not that simple.

"Assynolajet. Brother this is Faaz." I heard knocking on the door after that.

I took a breath and exhaled immediately. "Yes waallaikumsalam. Why, Faaz?" I said a little loudly without opening the door.

"I want to ask for money. My money is gone."

"Yes, wait." I went into the bedroom and headed to the closet to get the money.

I handed over a hundred thousand to Faaz. "Don't be wasteful, yeah."

"OKAY. Thanks, Sis. Uh that brother in the front seat was Brother Andra from this morning. Why, tuh? Nyari Brother?"

"No idea. I'm there," I kicked out and then closed the door.

***

It's been five days since Andra met me at the dorm. I still haven't told him that I've forgiven him. To be honest my annoyance at him has subsided. It's not good to be upset or angry with someone for too long. I wear mukena because the time of prayer asar will soon arrive.

My phone shook and the screen showed me the name 'Umi Devi'. Rarely does Umi Devi call me if nothing matters. About why, huh? I swipe the green sign to pick up the call.

"Hallo. Assalamualaikum, Selina."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Umi." I sit near my bed.

"How are you, Cell? Healthy?"

"Alhamdulillah. Healthy, Umi. How's umi herself?"

"Healthy, Alhamdulillah." Quiet for a few seconds, there was a sigh across. "Umi denger Andra smoking again. That's not really, is it, Cell?"

"Andra's smoking again, Umi? Do you know from whom?" my many. Because I was surprised by Umi Devi's words.

"From Vira, he said he was watching Andra receive a cigarette from his tent at the back gate of the boarding school. Vira hasn't asked Andra yet. Umi is worried because Andra is already in the twelfth grade, just wait to graduate soon. Do not get outside because of smoking. Umi tried to chat Andra, from a few days ago, but not dibales-bales."

Umi Devi sounded very panicked. I'm confused because I don't know anything about this. These few days I have indeed completely shut myself off from anything related to Andra. As I recall Vira had also asked me to talk about Andra but I refused. Is it possible about this?

"Then Seli tried to find out, yes, Umi. Later on in the news."

"Yes, Seli. Thanks, yeah. Assalamallaikum."

"Grandoall."

The risk of smoking in pesantren is not kidding. If caught, it will be immediately issued without stale bases. Santri who is in the exam and only one more step towards passing if caught smoking immediately issued. What if you really smoke? O Allah.

The cell phone had been placed in the closet and rushed up to escort the third-class pickled prayer upstairs. Azan was done from earlier then I went up in a hurry. Mukena skirt I clinched with the right hand for easy walking and prayer mats on the left hand.

Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar's

Asyhadu allaa illalaha

Asyhadu anna Muhammadar

Hayya 'alalfalaah

Qad qaamatish shalaah, qad qaamatish shalaah

Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar's

The laa ilaaha illallaah

"Relse up, stand up. It's qomat."

"No drowsiness abis assar."

Sounding from the stairs the voices of the managers were arranging the santri MI. I always salute the students of MI, they want to enter the boarding school from the age of SD children like this. Indeed, the majority of them here started from the wishes of parents I even asked one of them why they wanted to enter the boarding school and the answer stunned me. He replied that he did not know at all that this was a pesantren. The boy was only told that he would go to school in a nice, luxurious place. Bring the boy here. But now the boy is very comfortable in the pesantren.

I don't think it's wrong for parents to do that. Remember the words people often say. It could be because you're used to it. So, everyone can be a santri if they are accustomed. If you can not stand in pesantren, try to survive a little more then the goodness will come to us.

Santri immediately dispersed after the asar prayer was completed. I stood down and went back to my room.

"Seli, just a minute."

I looked over and found Harsa walking towards me. "Yes, why?"

"The album of the manager is still a lot of empty, yesterday Yusuf has printed photos of the manager again. Yusuf said this afternoon the caretaker that the girl can help you guntingin and arrange photos to the album, right? All neatlyin perpus same meeting room dormitory."

"How many people are needed?"

"Three is enough."

I nodded at the sign of understanding. "OKAY. Abis it's me and the others straight to the perpus."

***

"It wants to be a little neat, yeah, cell." Harsa admonished me while tidying up the bookshelf near the table where I cut the photos with Zahra and Aidha.

I grinned the horse. Shame to be found out original cutting. "Yes, Harsa. It wasn't on purpose to the scissors."

"Regular, Cell. Harsa mah must be perfect," added Zahra.

Joseph came along with a label for a book. "Later all the book labels, yeah. Start with the label."

"Ready," we answered in unison.

The photos we have attached to the album. Now it's time to label the books in this library. I labeled the books on the shelf in the corner of the room.

"Assynualallaikum."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Find who, Vir? Aidha's voice answered someone's greeting.

"Seli any?"

"Seli...," call Aidha from the door. "This is Vira's search."

"Yes." Yeah." I immediately approached Vira who was sitting in the front seat of the library. She uses a black blouse equipped with the same colored skirt with her hijab, milk chocolate.

"Andra is really smoking, Cell?" vira said as I sat next to her.

I sighed then shook my head because I didn't know anything either. "I've never met or communicated with Andra."

"May I see the day wrong. That's not a cigarette. I tried to ask through chat but not bales. Don't you ask Andra, Sel?"

"No. Why don't you ask Andra if you see her?"

"The thing is I never saw Andra again after that day. At the restaurant never see, in the cafeteria that he usually hangs out with his friends this does not exist either."

We were silent for a moment.

"Later I try to chat him," said I was replied with a hug by Vira. I could feel how much Vira was worried about Andra.

***