MOON IN PESANTREN
Nine o'clock
“You bought what?”
I looked at him with a confused face. He even smiled a faint smile.
“I'm going to the cafeteria, yes. What do you want to buy for iftar?” ask Harsa again.
I'm shaking. “No need, I also want to go to the cafeteria.”
“Udah, you wait in the dorm. The cafeteria must be a big game now, so I'll go to the cafeteria later. You better now shower continue to be ready for santri iftar at the restaurant.”
Harsa went to the cafeteria after I agreed to her request and told her what I used to buy to break my fast. At the restaurant, food has been provided for breaking the fast along with the takjilnya, but food and drinks from the canteen will be the complement.
Not until ten minutes, I've finished bathing and drying towels on the balcony clothesline. Suddenly, Zahra's voice shouted from inside the bathroom. He took a shower in the bathroom next to me.
“What's up, Zahra?” I'm the one standing in the bathroom.
“This air shower is dead, Cell. Huhu .. where do I shampoo this again. How's dong?”
I exhaled a sigh of relief. It turned out that Zahra was yelling just because of that, I was so worried that Zahra would be like that time again knowing that I was chatting with Harsa in the middle corridor of the first floor.
“Sel,” whining. “How am I going? You're still there, right?”
“Eh, yes still. Yes, you have been shampooing using the water in the bucket. Kan shower bathroom that is often suddenly dead.”
“Lack of tau shampooing do not use shower. That's in the bathroom you used, the shower was on, right? Yes I want to move bathroom.” Zahra opened the bathroom door with her body wrapped in a towel.
“Seli, it awaited Harsa outside.”
I was surprised when Syilla suddenly came and told me that in front of Zahra. I looked at Zahra timidly. His face was a bit surprised when he heard the name Harsa called but after that the look of his face returned to the original and he entered my bathroom earlier.
“Seli, you abis bought drinks from the same canteen Harsa huh?” asked Zahra from the bathroom. “Drinks are more than one, right? If more, I want dong. Last afternoon I asked to buy drinks to Ustadz Zidan but I think he forgot.”
“Forget from where? That's the plastic snack on the table from all of you from Ustadz Zidan. Didn't have you all with, Ustadz Zidan said there is for children room too,” Syilla said.
“Ih really? When did Ustadz Zidan get here? How do I not know?” Zahra asked Syilla a question. It seems like he started to like Ustadz Zidan since he met his father Ustadz Zidan a few days ago in the lobby of the boarding hotel.
“Tadi fitting you shower Ustadz Zidan here. The bath is long. The Ustadznya nitip doang. Eh, your cell is out here.”
“Iya this is coming out.” I'm hurrying to see Harsa.
...***...
“That's a lot, Sa.” I opened a plastic bag containing food and drinks that Harsa bought from the canteen. “Syukron, Harsa.”
“Afwan.”
The mint green watch that is circular in my hand has shown at 17:30 WIB. “Sa, it's time to break the fast santri MI. I go first, yeah. Assalamallaikum.” I stood up and was about to leave.
“Eh, wait. Go there. I also have a schedule for today.”
I nodded then placed the food from Harsa in the room. After that, I walked towards the MI santri special restaurant with Harsa walking behind me. Every now and then Harsa starts a conversation and I answer accordingly.
The restaurant with a boisterous atmosphere can provide warmth for the santri-santri here. Sitting children gather with ompreng containing rice with soy sauce and tofu chicken side dishes on the table. There are still many santri who queue to take rice along with the takjil in the front of the restaurant.
“You can pick up openings in which restaurants?” ask Harsa who is standing next to me.
“Here only time, yes. The responsibility again is already open like,” my responsibility because the restaurant for our generation is near the dormitory of Madrasah Aliyah, then a bit far from here.
Harsa nodded. “Oke.”
“Bro, later lead iftar, yes.” Yusuf handed me the microphone connected to the sound system. “Ane wants to go to the bathroom first, nih.”
Harsa grabbed the microphone and turned it on. “Adek-adek santri MI who are pinter-pinter and sholeh sholehah, we will soon read do’a break the fast together ya.”
“For that, everyone must sit in their seats. That's what's still running around, let's go back to the place. Come on, sit tight. In a moment we read do’a equally.”
The boarders began to organize the children who were still running around and helping those who were still taking rice and rice so that they would immediately sit in their respective seats.
Harsa spoke again, “We count together first, yes ... . Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! ... . Ayok everyone read do’a together, yes. Bismillahirahmanirrahim. Allaahuma lakasumtu wabika aamantu wa’alaa rizqika afthortu birohmatika yaa arhamar roohimiin. Aamiin's."
Everyone sipped white water each. Continued by enjoying the takjil that has been provided.
“Cell, fetch for me, yes. I want to go around check on the children, afraid that someone does not eat.” Without waiting for a response from me, Harsa immediately went to split the crowd of students.
I poured the notch into two glasses and took it to one of the empty tables in the back. Looking for the figure of Harsa who was apparently advising a child who did not seem to want to eat. Shortly after, Harsa turned to look at me and realized I was looking at her. He came up to me and sat in a chair facing me.
“Still, Cell.” He began to take the takjil.
I'm nodding. “Where? The kids all started eating?”
After the certificate we managed to spend, I intend the farewell to return to the dormitory because our escort duty is finished. Five fathers who are in charge of tidying up the restaurant and washing the toothpaste have also begun to do their duties.
“Bentar, Cell.”
“Why?”
“You why never say that from the tenth grade you have a crush on my voice?’
My eyes grew bigger, surprised by Harsa's question. Any idea where he's from about that? Astagfirullah, just be ashamed.
“How was it? Sok tau, deh. You know where?”
“From Andra.”
I throw a surprised look. “From Andra? What did he say to you?”
“Many.”
I sighed then left Harsa who was still sitting in her chair. Then, he chased after me and walked by my side. “Until now still like my voice, right?”
I turned my head with a cynical look and accelerated my footsteps.
“Cell, later malem at nine o'clock do not forget to open WA, yes,” he shouted in a rather loud voice. It was fortunate that the dormitory courtyard was already deserted so not many heard.
...***...
I received a chat from a number and I believe it was Adelia's number. Sure enough when I clicked on her profile photo featuring a photo of a white and beautiful woman named Adelia Putri. He sent me a message to get me acquainted. After that, as I expected, Adelia would talk to me about Andra. He tells how he knew, became a girlfriend and eventually broke up with Andra, the man who has the full name Zafar Candra Manaf. I don't know what the purpose of that was for me. I just answered the message with the best answer.
After talking long enough through the Whatsapp application with her, Adelia came to ask me a question. A question that made me think hard to answer.
Adelia: As her best friend Andra, do you know who she likes?
Seli: Well, I don't know that, anyway.
Adelia: Said Vira, while in the boarding school Andra never deket same cwe except you. He said he had dated Vira but you didn't like it really. That really?
Seli: Is that Vira who told you?
Adelia: Yes. Vira does not like Andra now . He likes someone in his organization.
Seli: Yeah.
Adelia: How is that? You as his best friend never know who you like again? I still like Andra. If I ask for Andra's return, what do you think?
Adelia naturally asked me like that because all she knew was that I was Andra's best friend. A friend who has no feelings for Andra. But he was wrong. The truth is I have those feelings for Andra.
Seli: I don't know, hehe. As far as I know, she doesn't want to date anymore.
Adelia: I don't want to date, but I want to get married.
Seli: Married?
Adelia: Yes, my parents asked me to get married. I'm 19 now and Andra's 20. I think I'm enough to get married.
Seli: Sorry, what I know from Vira instead of you going to college in Turkey?
Adelia: Right, Andra wants to study in Turkey too, right? I wish I could eat him. Let someone take care of me while I'm there.
Seli: Oh that's it. If you say this to Andra directly.
Adelia: Okay, I'll say. You don't have to get married right away. At least commitment let my parents not worry. Thank you Seli for wanting to shock me.
Seli: Equally.
I just remembered that Andra was two years older than the age of our generation in general. It is true that Adelia said earlier that the age of Andra is currently 20 years. Andra once told me that she did not go to class when she was in ninth grade because of her delinquency. Coupled with he who entered SMA but only lasted one month, he came out and only entered this boarding school in the following year. Yes, Andra should be my upperclassman. Even so, it was too early for Andra and Adelia to build a household, but it was up to them because this was her way of life.
Coming home like this I should have tadarus, but I opened the phone instead. So all I found was something painful. My friends have been starting the ladder since. Immediately I opened the Qur’an and continued the target reading. The target is one day one juz, it could be two juz or more.
“Shodaqallahul azhim.” I closed the Qur’an, took off the face and took the phone on the bed.
Whatsapp notifications coming in from Harsa. It's really nine o'clock tonight like last afternoon Harsa said. Maybe this is what he meant. I opened the message and it turned out that Harsa sent a video. I hesitated to open the video. Instantly I was amazed in a matter of seconds. In the video, Harsa sang a song that I really like lately. He played his guitar while performing the song.
“Mashaallah.”
...***...
