MOON IN PESANTREN

Piqued

1 Month Later... .

"Seli, take a shower. We're testing today, how late?" Syilla shouted in front of the bathroom door.

Nisa who is also waiting in line Iffah shower, can not stand. "Snap, Fah. It's six o'clock."

Each room has three bathrooms and one sink. Usually one room consists of 9 or 10 students, so one bathroom for three or four students. We should be more grateful to go to the boarding school that provides a bathroom in each room. I heard a lot from my friend who went to another boarding school with a few bathrooms for dozens of students.

In this week, all twelve classes will carry out the National Standardized Madrasah Final Examination (UAMBN) based on computer. The subjects tested in UAMBN are Fikih, History of Islamic Culture and Quran Hadith. Yes, because we are Aliyah Madrasah, then we have to carry out more exams than schools in general. We have over twenty subjects.

Out of the bathroom, I combed my hair and pinched it. Flatten the moisturizer all over the face and pat the powder polishes. Slightly give color to the lips so as not to look pale. Do not forget to spray perfume and wear body paint, or commonly called hand body.

"Related, guys. I want half a seven." I shouted at the men while wearing a veil.

"Seli, please take my veil in the closet and continue to be folded into a triangle dong." Dilla was still brushing her hair as quickly as she could.

Since I'm done getting ready, then I help the others. It was so bad the first day of the exam, we were late to get up. That's his fault we are too focused on studying until late at night so it is difficult to wake up in the morning. Should learn from far away so that approaching the test just review it.

Zahra who happens to always wake up early is staying at her best friend's room which is in another dormitory. We did not even attend the morning prayers of the MI santri because we woke up late. Definitely after this the hostel rijal commented because we were not escorting. Yes, they took over all of our duties.

We arrived at the dormitory with breaths. Fortunately, there were no items left behind, because the distance of the dormitory building to the school building was quite far. Usually if there is an item left behind, we have to get permission to the business room and find a bicycle loan to the teacher to arrive faster. If you can not get a loan, inevitably have to walk around or even run to quickly arrive.

Krieg!

The bell rang, the whole class started to fuss because the exam was about to begin. We immediately went down to the basement of the school building because the exam was held there. The students who got the test session immediately lined up to enter the basement by not forgetting to bring stationery and test takers' cards.

"Aidha, I'm deg-deg-an." Aidha's hand I reached out to join hands.

Aidha parried my hand. "Lebay, man. Yes, Bismillah."

"Yes. Again do'a, from earlier."

I've been in the basement. The AC starts to feel cold all over the body. This is how nice if the test in the basement, no need to worry hot and hot when working on the problem because the AC is so cold. There are actually using socks because it is so cold.

There are three rooms separated by a glass room, where each room has about 40 tables with a computer on it. The exam is divided into three sessions. For the MIA or IPA class is on the right side of this basement, while the IIS class or what used to be called IPS is on the left side with the same amount of space.

The projector screen in front of the room is on and ready to display the test time. The students began to look for their respective tables according to the sequence number. Some of the santri were already sitting in place, some were still standing.

I sat down and put the stationery on the table. But I lost something very important. I rogoh my shirt and pants pocket is nil. Not giving up, I looked around at each table, probably falling around here. Apparently there's nothing in this room. I had to search outside.

I cursed myself. "When the exam card is already using the name-tag. Why is it still happening too?"

"Seli, where are you going?" asked Aidha who saw me walking towards the door.

"From the exam card. Has anyone seen it?"

"No, Cell."

"Test card? I saw a test card fall on the door deck next door." Maryam pointed to the room that contained the santri rijal. "I didn't take it because there were a lot of guys there. Kirain's got one of them."

I looked at the projector screen showing that the exam was about to start in a minute. "OKAY. Thanks, Maryam."

"I'm a temenin, yeah, a cell." Aidha got up from his seat.

"No, Dha. You're there." I walked quickly to the place that Maryam pointed to.

The basement corridor was already deserted, it seemed that the entirety had entered their respective rooms. Seen from the glass that this session my class is flanked by two classes of rijal. I was already at the door, apparently there were no name-tags of my exam here.

"Something seems to have taken. Where the exam is going to start," I muttered while looking at the floor.

I was leaning near the door of this crisp room. "Damn it, anyway, today. I woke up late, exam card. Oh, my God, please."

"Search this?"

The name-tags containing the exam card with the name 'Selina Mufida' were swung around in front of my face. I looked directly at the person who did it.

"Harsa?" I pulled the rough thing I was looking for. Harsa smiled without saying anything.

"Seli, haven't met, have you?" aida shouted as she walked towards me.

"Udah, really," I replied to Aidha. Then, look to Harsa. "Thank you, Harsa." I immediately ran towards Aidha.

I am now sitting in my place. "Alhamdulillah."

I accidentally saw the folds of paper inside my name-tag. I opened it because I didn't feel like I was putting paper in it. It looks like this is the paper.

...DON'T BE CARELESS ANYMORE, YEAH...

It was definitely from Harsa. Then, I turned to his room which was only limited by glass with my room. He was looking at me while smiling. I pretended to look the other way and didn't see it. No interest in serving Harsa.

Looking at Harsa's class, I remembered Andra. Andra was in class with Harsa, so she should have been in that room. The seat that was supposed to be occupied by Andra, empty without occupants.

"Let's start the test today by speaking together" the test supervisor ordered.

***

"Eat in the cafeteria, yuk!"

"Yukkk!" answer us in unison.

We walked straight to the cafeteria after wearing shoes on the sidewalk near the basement. Many children come in second sessions, because their sessions will start in about 25 minutes.

Me, Aidha, Dilla and Syilla were walking around chatting whatever we wanted to say with occasional laughs. Talk about whatever we see. But not to talk about the ugliness of others. Hehe.

"That's Ustadz Zidan going through. Say hello together." Syilla stopped us from standing in place. "One, two, three."

"Assalamualaikum, Ustadz Zidan ..," we said in unison until the handsome young Ustadz laughed. Maybe also shame.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered Ustadz Zidan while pedaling his mountain bike.

We continued to walk to the canteen by passing the Ibtidaiyah Madrasah building, Secretariat building, and lastly the mosque is commonly used for santri worship activities, not the mosque used for large events.

Get us in the canteen. The canteen was quite quiet, filled with only a few students of my class who were the first session exam. The second session is off to school and session three is still in the dormitory. While santri MTs and MI are still in school of course. So, the food and drinks were not too complete either, it was still too early in the morning.

The food was neatly on our table. While the drinks we have not bought, because the drinks we want to buy are filled with santri rijal. I sat to the left of Aidha and in front of Syilla. Dilla in front of Aidha.

When it's cool to eat food, suddenly ... .

Bruuk!

Four glasses of cold rosella tea laid by Zafran and ... The treasure?

We looked at each other, not understanding why they put it on our table.

"Thank you, yeah. Harsa, Zafran" said Syilla. Then, a nod was answered by them and passed away.

Syilla was immediately interviewed by me, Aidha and Dilla.

"Not to be confused. I asked them to buy it by selling the name of one of us" Syilla said, continuing to eat without guilt.

Me and the others just shook their heads and clucked in wonder at Syilla's behavior. His behavior is very tingling. Not infrequently he got scolded for being so jaily.

"You ask them to buy it under whose name, Syill?" ask Dilla.

Syilla chewed and swallowed the food and replied, "I told Harsa if Seli was thirsty again, wanting rosella tea. Buy but a rame guy."

My eyes are enlarged. Surprised by Syilla's utterance, she was just joking around to tease me. "Don't macem-macem, Syill. Want me to pinch your red hands?" my threat.

"Udah, don't make a fuss. Alhamdulillah. Mending abisin first food, later we discuss again." Aidha.

"Aidha's bummer!"

Aidha simply raised an eyebrow while developing a smile.

I don't want to argue and continue eating. Syilla's kidding, right? What really? Syilla really likes jail, my mind.

A few minutes later, we finished eating. I'm setting Syilla back. "You didn't say that to me, did you, Syill?"

Syilla scratched her nape that did not itch while grinning the horse. "Sorry, Cell. I was confused about how, you guys were also thirsty, right? He said that to Harsa. Uh, actually bought us."

"WHAT?" I got up and was ready to pinch Syilla. However, unhappily, Syilla dodged first.

"I go first, yeah. Go to the laundry. Dadaahhh" Syilla ran away from me.

***