MOON IN PESANTREN

Miners

Lots of happy screams from the field. Watching games, sweating, hobbies, being a sports connoisseur. There are many things to enjoy in the afternoon. Exciting atmosphere. Bring your mind and heart much fresher.

My brain began to soften the heat after coming out of the basement and watching the joy in the field. The field that bears silent witness to every happiness of a football player who scores goals, a basketball player who manages to get the ball into the ring and all the happiness of the players or spectators on this field.

The location of the field adjacent to the school building, used to make me always want to look at the window. Seeing Andra was practicing basketball at lesson time because it was to prepare for the race. By the time I took extracurriculars in the school lab, I sometimes looked into the meatball field, seeing Andra who was always training in the afternoon. But not anymore. I haven't seen Andra since that night.

"It was said that many SKI lessons came out of the LKS book that Ustadz Yahya told me," said Aidha made me take my eyes off the field.

We were walking towards the dormitory. Today my class got the third session exam, then we finished around four in the afternoon. I went home with Aidha without a bag, only one book to be tested. This is how if the test, only bring equipment as necessary.

"The LKS is just a class taught by Ustadz Yahya, right? What classes did Ustadz Yahya teach?"

"No idea, deh. As far as I know, the Ustadznya SKI class in our class is only two classes, and that's a boy class."

I tapped my finger on my chin, thinking. "Just ask the manager's son, who knows if they were taught the Ustadznya."

Santri who just finished exercising, out of the field gate. Aidha and I stopped for a moment so they could pass first. Some of them must be in a hurry to return to the dormitory, then leave for the mosque, except for the twelve-grade students who perform prayer congregation in the dormitory.

Seeing this atmosphere is reminiscent of the tenth grade, following extracurriculars that must be pursued by time. Finish the activity immediately run if it is time, then take a super fast shower and run again towards the mosque. If it really passes the time that has been recommended, then it must be permission to the room of the hostel. Then, the upperclassman gave us about ten minutes to take a shower, if it was too late report, yes punished.

Once one day, I went back to the dorm after attending activities, it was very crowded on the second floor. Many by santri who just returned from activities that afternoon. We were ordered to make a line, waiting for all the students who participated in the afternoon activities to gather. After that, they were given warnings to return to the dorm before 5.

The warning ala upperclassmen is not an ordinary warning, the warning is like in court, the difference is this trial together. Being angry with a friend doesn't feel too scary. That's one of the things that kept us in the pesantren. If you cannot enjoy every moment, you can ask to go home to your parents. My advice, enjoy any moment here even if it is an unpleasant moment, because one day we will miss it. And what hurts, we can only miss, can't go back to those times. That way, we can be more grateful during the pesantren or school.

"The sons of the stewards were not taught Ustadz Yahya tau, Sel. Inget no heck, whose SKI class practice video we watched with his class son Yusuf?"

"Oh yes. They're teachers just like us, yeah. Not Ustadz Yahya."

Aidha looked at me with sparkling eyes while touching both my shoulders. "Ustadz Yahya Harsa's father, right? Ask Harsa for that. He's a diligent kid, he's got his book."

I'm nodding. "Good idea. Gih you will be the LKS pinjem mallem if you meet him."

We arrived at the first floor of the dormitory. Aidha sat on the stairs to take off her shoes. "That pinjem to Harsa you dong, Cell. You are the same as him. If I'm the pinjem, where's he gonna pinjemin."

I followed him to take off his shoes. "That's the same way he is, Zahra, not me. Then why did Syilla time in the cafeteria say that to Harsa try? Would Zahra know what? Don't tease me as Harsa keeps dong."

"Well, this is the question for the room. Zahra has a crush on Harsa, huh?"

"What do you guys not realize? I don't know, I'll take it."

Zahra who has a graceful character, makes it difficult to guess her feelings. He is friendly to anyone, his smile always radiates to the interlocutor. No one knows who he likes. He never looks blushed when talking to the opposite sex, never telling me who the man he admires is. Sometimes here, one person likes santri rijal, one room will know.

"But, the daughter of the taunya room if Harsa likes you, Sel. That's why we often tempt you. You want no, when Harsa nyamperin you at the cafeteria deck he kept telling me if you schedule pickets with him? Who are you talking to Andra, there is also Vira, you want not?"

"Oh, is Andra gonna make sure I meet her mom? Ingets. Why?"

"Yes, so at that time I was with Dilla seeing Harsa again with Zafran. Then they heard what you were talking about with Andra. He shows up and says you guys picket together. Worse, when I see the schedule, your schedule is not a picket with Harsa."

I was shocked as I looked at Aidha in astonishment. "Don't lie, Dha. When I saw the new schedule in the mading, really I was the schedule with Harsa."

Aidha patted my thighs slowly. "When did you see it? Tomorrow, right? I saw in the afternoon the picket schedule with Yusuf, not Harsa."

I'm silent. Trying to digest what Aidha said. Does Harsa like me? But the traits that Aidha loves, are not yet valid. This is only a temporary guess. Don't feel pretentious, Cell. Enough, don't go to the PD-an, my mind reminds me.

"Continue, Cell. I also looked at Harsa's face when I met you really mean."

I got up and left Aidha while grafting my shoes. "That's your guess."

Aidha. "Today you have to be the LKS pinjem to Harsa. The point! For good grades, Cell."

I exhaled a rough breath hearing Aidha's chattering.

***

Resignedly. To get good grades. I intend to borrow the LKS History of Islamic Culture lesson to be studied one night with the children's room. There is no choice, this subject matter is very much. It's impossible to read the whole book in one night. LKS it said contains examples of multiple choice problems that usually come out during the exam. That way, it will be easier to learn.

Waiting for the right time to speak to Harsa. Actually I am also still ashamed of Harsa with the incident in the cafeteria yesterday, Syilla who made it up. If Zahra wasn't staying, she would have borrowed it from Harsa, not me like this.

I walked over to Harsa who was organizing a line of children's prayers. Isha's prayer will begin soon. While waiting for the lecture to be announced, I took the time to meet Harsa. "Harsa," call me.

Harsa. "Yes. Why, Cell?"

"LKS SKI lessons? There are. But ... still on Zahra's stamp."

Zahras? Zahra seems to have borrowed, anyway. However, since he is still with his best friend in another dorm, then I don't know. It has become a habit of Zahra if the test, he chose to stay with his best friend. Not always, but it can be said often. Maybe because his best friend is also smart and accomplished like Zahra. So, maybe if he was with her, Zahra could focus more on the exam.

"Aren't you guys roommates? I think Zahra's pinjem to study with the room."

"Oh, that's ... Zahra is in another dorm. Yes, that's it, thank you." I turned back and headed back to the nisa prayer line.

"Seli, just a minute." Harsa. "Said Zahra wanted to return the book this malem, but if he was again in another dormitory and had not returned as well, this Isya abis I went to the room abi. I think Abi still has the LKS. Uh, but .. must have been kept in her room at school, yeah."

"No need, Harsa. Don't go to abi. No papa, I've learned from the package." I developed a smile, then left.

***

I arrived on the first floor after escorting tahfidz activities. "Assalamualaikum," I said as I entered the room still wearing a mukena.

Syilla. "Where, Cell? Not pinched?"

"No."

Iffah immediately hoarded and sat down on the floor that seemed to have not been long dipel. "Aren't you a minjemin? That's really nasty, anyway. Pinter-pinter but stingy."

"Yes. The bulls of stingy time." The new Dilla came to blaspheme Harsa.

"It's not. Not Harsa does not want to give pinjem, but the book has been pinjem Zahra," I said.

"Zahra?"

I'm nodding. Then, take off the mucus and hang it. Go to the bathroom to change clothes. When I finished, I immediately grabbed the SKI package book on the shelf. "Udah, let's learn. Then come back again."

We read each other's package books. Instantly the room, which had been crowded by chatter, became quiet. Some read books with a prone position, some are aware on the corner wall of the room to get focused on learning. Some learn on the bed until drowsiness.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Asalamualaikum .. is there Seli?"

I who happened to be sitting by the door immediately replied, "Waalaikumsalam. There ..., a minute."

I immediately grabbed the instant hijab and wore it. Tonight my clothes are long-sleeved so that when I come out I don't need to wear a jacket or anything like that anymore.

"Why, Harsa?" ask me after opening the door.

A smile was seen from his white and smooth face. Moles on the cheeks and near the eyebrows make it look sweeter. He handed over the LKS that I had intended to borrow earlier.

I grabbed the book. "Ente want to give me my pinjem?"

"Yes. I went to Abi's room and Alhamdulillah, there was LKS in abi's room."

"Yes my. So ngerepotin, take you there all. Thanks a lot, yeah. When do you want to use this book? Or have you memorized everything so you don't have to learn anymore?"

Harsa laughs. He had a neat and white teeth. "No, time has memorized everything. Tomorrow's your class's exam session with my class, right? Second session?"

"Rubber."

"You know, you're back in the book tomorrow morning. Around eight o'clock, papa."

"Waw means you learn it briefly doang, yes. Steady, accomplished santri," my god.

"Seli, talk about it don't last. There will be demons, you know." Syilla shouted at me from inside the room.

Suddenly I remembered Aidha's words this afternoon. Is it true that Harsa deliberately changed my picket schedule so that I was not forced by Andra? The hell, guys like Harsa like me? Well, it feels so bad. But, if Harsa really likes me then surely I will lose a friend like Zahra.

"I'm saying goodbye, yeah. Asalamualaikum." He turned and walked to block A.

"Getishalight."

***