MOON IN PESANTREN

Daydreams

The weather was quite cloudy this morning managed to make me and some of my friends still comfortable on the bed. At dawn we had carried out our usual duties, we also still got food rations at the restaurant even though we were not students. I pulled the bolster and hugged him while facing the wall. It felt very comfortable, then suddenly I felt someone go up to my bed and lie down next to me.

“Zahra?”

“Ih, how do you know this is me?”

I'm still in the same position. “That's it, who else likes ngusel-nguel keep the time of rising grasak-grusuk?”

“Yes, really. My bed was just rocking, so Zahra could not relax. Very excited,” reply Aidha from his bed that is above me.

Zahra pinched my hand until I complained of pain and pinched back. “Eh, Aidha. Is it good to sleep on top? From the past I always choose the mattress below,” said Zahra while playing my big Hello Kitty doll, given by Umi Devi during last semester's vacation.

“From seventh grade your bed is always below, Ra?”

“Iya I'm always at the bottom, afraid of all the above. But, want to do nyobain above.”

I pulled the doll that Zahra was holding. “Hayo loh can not try, later will lecture if not necessarily bed rate like this.”

“Yes, no problem. Later I'll be at home just use the bed level.”

“No. The vibes will be different. Continue ..”

Geck! Geck! Geck!

“Assalamualaikum.”

We were immediately startled by the sound of knocking on the door followed by a greeting coming from a man.

“Waalaikumsalam. Find who?” shout Aidha.

“There's no Selina?”

“Many. How much?”

It sounds slow from outside. “One is enough. Get the spit out, yeah.”

“Siap, Sir. We carry out.”

After Aidha and Andra's brief conversation was over, I pulled the blanket over my entire body. I was lazy to do anything and Andra could come to my room this early. It's nothing, the problem is that I haven't had a bath even from this morning I'm in bed. I don't see what my face is like right now.

Zahra pulled my blanket over . “Seli, don't pretend to sleep. You can't act.”

“Please tell me dong, I'm not feeling well anymore,” my door with a pleading face.

Zahra got up from my bed, walked towards the door. “OK. I told Andra yes if Seli did not want to come out because he had not taken a shower.”

With a thousand steps, I rushed to the bathroom. Then, take a face wash soap after brushing your teeth. Continued by wearing makeshift clothes, only a gray plisket skirt combined with a cardigan. Not to forget the same colored bergos.

This is how it is if the twelfth class gets a share of the housekeeper and gets a room on the first floor. If anyone wants to meet, can directly tap the door of the room without the need for an announcer from the management office. I approached Andra who was sitting in one of the chairs.

“Selina, Sit, Cell.” He handed me a large cardboard box.

“What's this, Dra?”

“Custom, that's Mother's care for you.”

I'm flabbergasted. “Ih very much. Umi Devi is here? So now Umi Devinya where?”

“Udah home. Yesterday afternoon here to pick me up because we're coming home, so I want your gift. We knew we went back home, so at dawn Mom and Dad went straight home again. What if your parents? Have you been able to get here?”

“Not yet. Abi was going to pick up this morning, continued the mallm directly I was told if we did not go home. Uh, um?” you give parcels to Faaz from Umi Devi as well.

Andra nodded. “You saw me when I met Faaz? Or maybe you're often looking at me from far away?” his god while raising his two thick eyebrows.

“Enak. That night I was told Nisa. Oh yes, thank you very much. Umi Devi is very good, until you bother like this.”

This white man sitting in front of me snorted. “I also bothered times, Cell. Look early in the morning like this I've been to your dormitory for this nganterin. Fortunately you live in the dormitory of MI children so santri guys or girls can be free dateng.”

“Oh, so no sincerity?”

“Ikhlaslah.” Andra leaned her back against the back of the chair. “I am confused, the feeling that my son is me, why Mother if you want to come here who asked, ‘Seli what to bring, Dra? Healthy, right, Dra? Seli likes a hens, right, Dra?’ I think the mother wants her daughter all girls, deh.”

I immediately laughed crisply. Umi Devi indeed only has one daughter and is now married, maybe that's one of the reasons Umi Devi seems to want another daughter. I was lucky to know Umi Devi who was super kind and caring.

Andra sat up straight as if she had just realized something. “Should I use ‘gue-lo’ language with you, Cell. Usually we use ‘aku-kamu’ continue because of told Mother. Hahaha .. we can even be told by Mother like it.”

“Yes, but not comfortable at that time. Em, but you're telling me I can't use ‘gue-lo’ when we meet on the written test. Inget, no?”

“Which one?” Andra seemed to remember something. “Oh, we got a seat with that, huh? That's just you fad, Cell. I wish that time I heard you call me using the language ‘aku-kamu’. The horror makes that heart. Oh yes, later in the afternoon Fatih playing futsal again here. Please love this to him, yes.” Andra handed me the Qur’an and the prayer which seemed to belong to Fatih.

“This missed again what?”

“Iya, yesterday when I met Mom just go away aja she ama metenya. Surprised me, I have a adek why I often forget. Now he's still in school, if it's late afternoon I want to train basketball on the court, so I think it's hard to see Fatih.”

“Cause, I'll give it to him. Oh yes, speaking of basketball training, so take adek-adek class who often send letters to you. How now? There are still so many?” my tease remembers Andra who used to tell me a lot about her getting a lot of love letters from her underclassmen.

I gave a thumbs up sign assuring. “You're going straight back? Tar first, Umi Devi's birthday when? I want to give you something.” Looking at Andra who seemed to be thinking, it seemed like she had forgotten her mother's date of birth. “Do not say you forgot yes, Dra?”

Andra scratched her non-itchy nape while smiling thinly. “Later, I'll tell you. I saved on the calendar hp.”

“Ya back there.”

“Iya this is coming back. I have one pesen for you,” he added while holding back laughter.

“Apaan?"

“Don't forget to shower, yes,” he said slowly. Then he slightly moved away after saying that. He was afraid that I would hit him with the Fatih prayer mat I was holding. Because I hit him often.

“Kok know if not? Does it smell?” my many.

“Bau no, but his face pillow. Ugly very.”

I took Fatih's prayer mat and was ready to hit her but nimbly Andra ran out of the dorm. After Andra was gone from sight, I sat back down. I felt guilty for having this kind of feeling towards him. If it's true that he still can't forget the women in his past, it's not his fault because I'm the one who's been misinterpreting his affection for me.

As I heard from Andra's own mouth in the cafeteria two years ago that she was close to me just to fulfill her mother's request. A request to be near and take care of me. I don't want it to be me one day who's the cause of our friendship. From now on, I try to forget about it. I should consider him just a friend. Suddenly the memories of playing with her appeared in my head.

When Andra came home from the boarding school with me and my brother during the tenth grade holiday of the second semester, it was our second vacation after entering the boarding school. Andra's parents are still out of town so they can't pick her up. Andra had intended to go home by public transport, but my brother forced her to come with us. At the same time with my family. He stayed for about three days, then his mother and older brother came to pick me up.

On Andra's second day at my house, we enjoyed a snack while sitting on the porch beside the house. Then, my subscription meatballs passed by the front of the house, and Andra rushed to buy it. I bought one serving, while Andra was two servings and super spicy.

“Sel, you are not bosen what from earlier watch Korean drama mulu? Not from earlier but from yesterday, from us just returned from boarding school. Sana gih enter, rest,” his orders while chewing the meatballs of the second portion, while my meatballs are up.

“Udah, you focus on eating only. Don't mess with me! If you want to go in, go in first,” said me with a view that is still focused on the phone I hold. “Gue is busy. Busy watching the good looks of his actors.”

Andra laughed mockingly. “Pantes aja lo do not demen ama my friends. Though they are cute. It turns out your taste is that high. But, if your taste is like a Korean actor it's height, Sel. Pantes aja lo from birth until now single.” Andra laughed.

Drama show I pause. Then, I took the pillow near my chair and prepared to hit it so that his mouth could be silent.

“Eh, geez, Mistress.” Andra put together her two palms a sign begging for mercy. “Don't mukul ah, Cell. Be ill. Now I want to ask you something, I again need advice, nih.”

I turned off the drama on my phone. Watching the drama when there was Andra just pissed me off and ended up not in the mood to watch. “Apaan?” I just got annoyed.

“Gue confused, my ex asked to return when I was just dating a new girl.”

“WHAT? Lo gilak! Just broke up a few days, already have a new girl lo?” I shake my head.

Andra spent her last feed meatball. “How else, Cell. When he found out that I had broken up, he immediately shared his own feelings with me.”

“Keep directly you receive it?” I asked while chuckling amusedly considering Andra who is pursued by many women.

“It is, directly I accept. Wh why? I seem to be a lazy guy or even cheap, yes?” Andra was silent for a moment. “I really don't want to date anymore, Cell. But, yes I can't yet. Later I think how to stay single until akad.”

“Lo right all this time pacarin many girls, ever had their marriage intentions someday? Or just play around?”

Andra slightly held back her laughter. “They are only suitable to be a girlfriend, but not suitable to be a wife. I also want to find a picky wife. I want to have a wife who can take care of her aurat and association. But, a good woman will get a good mate, yes I am self-conscious if I have not been a good servant. So I also did not dare to have a crush on girls sholehah before I changed for the better.”

I was amazed to hear Andra's opinion. I didn't think Andra had such thoughts, I thought all she thought about was having fun. “Well, you actually understand the criteria of the girl you are looking for. Then why are they still courting them? Kasian they already hope the same lo, while lo aja actually do not like them.”

“Iya, Cell. Thanks for the kririk and the advice. Tar deh, I think again,” he replied while opening a jar containing snacks. Keep going, how is it? He said you like one of the voices of the Imam of the Mosque? How's it? Do you know what his name is or how his face is not yet?” ask Andra later.

“Ah, the. Right now I don't know what his face is. Let alone his face, his name I do not know woi. I'm sure he's twelfth class and must be handsome.”

Andra swallowed the food in her mouth quickly. Like I want to talk soon. “He is usually a priest on Friday’at or saturday, right? He's our army of dodols! Not class twelve! I told you I didn't believe it, anyway.” Andra spoke with great emphasis as if very sure.

“It is, I don't believe it. Kan who served as the Imam of the Mosque is usually twelve class, while our generation is still tenth class. Moreover, the information from lo, I am increasingly distrusting because you are a liar.” I stick out my tongue, meaning to poke it.

“Yes, Cells. This time it was real. I'm not lying, suer. I have heard that there are children of the generation who are chosen as priests because the sound is good and the tajwidnya also true. At that time I bodo who is he, besides our generation hundreds, so I do not know all. If you want to know, I will ask my questions, but if you have met the person I will tell him if my friend has a crush.”

I stomped on her feet with all my might until she screamed in pain. My brother who heard our commotion since earlier, came over.

“Seli, do not be coarse with temen.” Wardah's sister stood at the door that connected the terrace with the living room.

I grunted angrily to Wardah Sis while releasing my foot that stepped on Adnra's foot. My slippers were pretty hard, maybe my drive was enough to make Andra in pain. However, Andra laughed satisfied to see me annoyed.

“Sel! The cell! Sally!”

I gasped from my daydream as Harsa called out my name. He stood in front of me carrying a mop. I got up from the chair when I realized my existence was blocking the part that Harsa mop would seem to be.

“Eh, how do you mop?” my question is because usually the ones who clean the first floor are the mothers who serve in this dormitory. Supposedly cleaning the dormitory is santri, but know for yourself who inhabit this dormitory is the age of Elementary School. They cleaned their own room.

“Yes, it doesn't matter if I help the task of mothers?” reply while moving the mop.

I nodded, then took my cardboard from the chair and said goodbye to Harsa. “Ya already, first yes.”

I was just daydreaming about Andra arguing with me about who the men who were Imam of the Mosque were on Friday and Saturday when we were in the tenth grade. Imam Masjid whose voice I greatly admired at that time. I was a little ashamed of Andra because I had insisted that the priest was not of our generation. It's true, he's our force. He is Harsa. Someone mopping the floor in front of me.

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*Thanks who read it. Curi² really time to update because this week super padet :)