MOON IN PESANTREN

Towards the Anniversary Event

I received a call from my best friend in Junior High. I rarely talk to him, just look at each other's stories and then reply. Occasionally chat, not as often as before when still together. Even when they met at school, the night continued to communicate. Talk about what to bring tomorrow, what to do tomorrow, or even confide in each other about a man you like. That was my Junior High. Maybe your Junior High is like that too.

When I called my old best friend earlier, Vira came to my room. He said he wanted to hear a story about Andra. I did tell Vira that I visited Andra in Ustadz Zidan's room the other day. I just wanted to tell her that Andra is fine and her sentence will be over soon. Vira did not expect Andra to return his condolences. He just likes Andra, that's all. No matter who the woman Andra liked, Vira still liked Andra without bothering her. That's decision. Vira said to me that she Inshallah doesn't mind if Andra likes me, she quite likes Andra from afar.

"Swipe, Cell." Zahra got on my bed and lay down beside me. Staring at the ceiling in the form of stars.

"You're tumben Ra, afternoon-afternoon gini's idle."

Zahra sighed. "Sleepers really, really sleepy. But, this afternoon I'm going to do tomorrow's show."

"Oh, you're a tilawah sari reader, huh? Same who? Harsa, huh?"

Zahra nodded. His fingers played my long hair over my shoulders. "Dad. Uh, by the way clothes for tomorrow why haven't come, huh?"

"Udah dateng but belom nyampe to our room, it's a lot of tuh force. Maybe later malem. What custom do you use, Ra?"

"Balinese Adat. Mashayallah, very graceful look, I immediately bought it at that time," Zahra cried enthusiastically until he rose from the fall. "You wanna see, don't you?" Zahra grabbed her phone and showed her a picture of Balinese fashion.

I grabbed Zahra's phone. Seeing a portrait of a female model wearing a white kebaya with a red scarf, equipped with a purplish-colored songket subordinate. The dragon satru bracelet adorned his hand. Beside him was a male model wearing a white safari shirt with a head covering called destar or udeng. Brown-colored Kamen tied around the waist. Then, it is covered by a 3/4 purplish-colored cloth called kampuh. Umpal is strapped to the right which is then covered in safari clothes.

Source: https://www.femalesia.com/id/news/printpage/5c8104f266fb785f188b4567

"It's so pretty that's her shirt. Especially if you're on dipake."

Zahra smiled until her teeth appeared. "Alhamdulillah and may her clothes fit on me, hehe. I've said Harsa wants to wear traditional Balinese clothes that are kayak gini, but do not know if he wants to wear traditional bali as well or not."

"Oalah, hopefully he uses Balinese customs as well. Let it be good if the reader of the holy verse of the Qur'an and the sari tilawahnya wear a couple's shirt."

"Where are you, Cell?"

"adat NTT's. I do not know why I fell in love with the model when I first saw. The nuance of the color of the item, Mashaallah is very cool to see. I'll just go find the picture."

I opened the online shop page on my phone, then showed Zahra portraits of male and female models dressed in East Nusa Tenggara or so-called Rote customs . Women's fashion is woven fabric with a predominantly black color that is used throughout the body to form a continuous shirt with a gold belt called pendi. The accessories are a sash, a gold bracelet and a crescent-shaped headdress or so-called bulla molik. While men's clothing uses a long-sleeved black shirt and black pants equipped with a woven gauntlet with a predominantly black color as well. Equipped with a hat called Ti'i langga with a shape like a typical Mexican sombrero hat made of dry lontar leaf material. For the chest cover, in the form of a cloth scarf with the same motif on the shoulder.

Source: https://id.pinterest.com/bangtiar/baju-adat-ntt

"Goddess, Tabarakallah. Really great, Cell. It's gonna suit you."

"Jazakallah khair's. You must also be more beautiful using the bali kebaya. I bought this shirt with the same pair of guys, so I bought the one for the guys too. But don't know the guy's shirt wants to be flanked later."

"Make Andra dong. Andra's done with the punishment?"

I took a breath and exhaled slowly. "No more news yet. The show is tomorrow." Pause for a few seconds, "Eh, you're not going to the auditorium for the geladi?"

"So, so. This is getting ready. Fear first Harsa was there." Zahra got up from my bed.

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"Seli .. His clothes came. This is again for the Nyobain. Cepetan here." Syilla's voice called out to me who was near the bathroom.

"Yes, Syill. Responsibility, I'll follow."

My dirty clothes in the bucket are already mounting. It's time to go to the laundry. I folded up the clothes so that they could be put in the bag while noting them in the laundry note. Separating clothes that will be washed alone in the room or delivered to the laundry.

When I finished, I brought a bag and approached the others in the study room. Scattered with traditional clothes and accessories on the table and floor. Friends are busy trying custom clothes that have been ordered and will be worn at the event tomorrow. I put the bag on the floor and grabbed the big plastic bag to look for my custom clothes.

"Well, Zahra is so beautiful" praised Iffah who saw Zahra standing in front of the mirror. Try her bali kebaya shirt.

Everyone looked towards Zahra with an enchanted face. It fits the white Balinese kebaya on Zahra's body. Her white skin and beautiful face added a graceful impression to her. Gussel teeth adorn every time he smiles.

Preparation for this event has been started since a few weeks before the implementation of UAMBN. This theme aims to preserve the cultures of various regions in Indonesia so that it can add to the love of the nation and country. Agenda in the event tomorrow such as the appearance of some traditional dance, singing regional songs and other art performances that can be done in groups or individuals. In addition, there will be a few videos from the generation, usually the part that makes the most of it because it shows our togetherness.

"Okay, just a minute."

"You're taking that bag to the laundry, Cell? Malem-malem gini?" ask Dilla.

I was trying on my shirt and standing in front of the mirror. "It's not so bad yet, it's only eight."

"Wav ... Nice Cells on his shirt. Loved seeing. You're gonna wear a pashmina or a quadrilateral?"

"Fourth century. It's simpler that way. Stay in the models."

Najwa stood beside me. "Dad, his clothes fit in the body of Seli who is not thin and not fat too. If I'm fat gini, it won't fit," Najwa fought with a pouting face. Najwa had always been insecure about her body which to him was rather fat.

"You're that fit, Wa. Not fat, you're tall." After trying on the shirt, I immediately prepared to go back. "I'm going to the laundry first, yeah. Assalamualaikum."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Careful, Cells."

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After I put the bag containing my dirty clothes in the pile of bags, I headed to the payment counter. Tonight wasn't too crowded, just a few people so I didn't have to wait too long. After that, I immediately went out to return to the dormitory. However, it seems like I just saw Faaz running beside this laundry place. Soon I'm chasing him. But this narrow alley was quiet, only dimly lit lights from the laundry place. There's no one here.

I was looking for Faaz. He could've gone into hiding so he wouldn't get caught by me if he ran away from night study. This is not the first time, often Faaz run away from boarding and school activities.

Coincidentally there were laundry attendant fathers walking from behind the laundry place. "Sir, sorry. Didn't you see that MI boy passing by here?"

"Mi's kid wears item clothes?"

"Yes, Sir. You see?"

The man in the black laundry uniform pointed towards the back. "So passing in the back, brother. Just try to get there."

"good. Thank you, sir." Immediately I walked to the back. It turned out that there was nobody behind. Astagfirullah, why goosebumps like this.

Just now I was intending to turn around, suddenly someone slapped my shoulder slowly. Freeze me. I took care of myself while trying to look.

"Dorrrrr!"

"Astagfirullah, Faaz! So stubborn." Without a second thought, I pulled her left ear while walking back to the dormitory.

"Belgium ... Pain, Brother. I'm going back to the dorm, right. Uh, Brother Harsa. Brother, help me," Faaz fought when he saw Harsa coming from the direction of the dorm building.

I took my hand off Faaz's ear. However, it still withdrew his hand so that he would not run away again.

"Faaz why, Cell? Oh yeah, happened to meet you, Sel. I have good news. Tomorrow Andra can join the show."

Surprised, my hand fell out of Faaz's hand. He immediately ran up the stairs. I hope to go straight back to my room to study at night in my room.

"Alhamdulillah. Then tomorrow can join anniv, dong?"

Harsa nodded and smiled. "I'm from Zahra if you've bought a pair of clothes with Andra for tomorrow's event. I want to give it to Andra, right? I happen to be going to the dormitory."

I thought for a moment. Zahra told Harsa about this? Worrying is slander. Though I bought it not because I want to pair with Andra. "By, Sa. But, uh, ngerepotin you, right?"

"No, it's."

It's just my feeling or it's true, yeah. Why do I feel something changed from Harsa's facial expression. His eyes suddenly look sad. His smile was forced. But, Harsa is like that. Easily change his face.

"Attent, yeah. I take it in the room first." I rushed to the room.

Shortly after, I brought the shirt and handed it to Harsa. "Thank you, Harsa."

"Together."

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