MOON IN PESANTREN
Misconception
"Who wants to come with me to study on the balcony?" zahra asked in a rather loud voice so that the entire room heard.
"Ngapain learn to use on the balcony all. Many times mosquitoes, Ra." I took the package books, notebooks and stationery from my bookshelf.
"Yes, Ra. There are no dark balconies" said Dilla.
Zahra took the phone from her bed. "We learn it while looking at the video to be more understanding. But this video has not been downloaded. So, we have to go find a signal."
My pesantren did forbid to bring any communication tools. But, how else, now everything needs internet. Good and diligent children like Zahra who rarely get punished also carry a cell phone.
Learning can not only rely on books or teachers' narration, sometimes we also need other references. Zahra can win various competitions, one of which is because he also follows the guidance of learning through the application, because students will have difficulty if they only rely on the teacher as a place to ask, while the teacher cannot be there at all times.
Some students still bring mobile phones into boarding schools in various ways, especially 12th grade students who almost all bring because rarely teachers check 12th grade students. Even in my dormitory, class 12 is indeed legalized carrying a mobile phone by the head of the dormitory because it is for the benefit of santri madrasah ibtidaiyah and his guardian santri.
"Well, who wants to come?" Zahra opens the balcony door.
"Me, Ra." I followed her to the balcony, followed by Dilla.
The three of us are now sitting facing the balcony fence which is only so tall. This balcony fence has ventilation-like holes so that even if we sit, we can still see outside the balcony.
"Try to see that. It was the freezing point drop setting of the water 1.86°C, right, Cell?" zahra asked me who was reading about chemistry in Zahra's book.
"Yes, Ra."
This atmosphere really made us uncomfortable. The balcony lights are off so we are dark and rely only on cell phone light. Mosquitoes are also tearing us down. But this is the path we must take to get knowledge. I always remember the words of Imam Shafi'i.
...If you cannot bear the fatigue of learning, then you must be able to withstand the subject of ignorance.
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..._Imam Shafi'i_
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While we were focusing on the explanation of the video on Zahra's phone, suddenly there was a commotion mixed with the laughter of guys. We immediately looked at the room opposite our room through the ventilation hole of the balcony fence in front of us.
The room is the room of the boarders rijal this dormitory. It was clear they were trying to get up the window laughing out loud. Not infrequently one of them continued to whistle. Really less work even though it's 12th class like this.
"Crazy, again ngitip us yes they." Dilla lowered her head to be invisible from the ventilation hole.
"Cock, Cell. " Zahra followed Dilla who was almost down.
"Uhuy's. I have an idea." I lowered my head while wearing my white mukena subordinates that I had used to repel mosquitoes in my head.
"What do you want, Cell?"
The voices of the boys were starting to quiet down, it seemed like they thought we wouldn't show up again. I popped my face in the ventilation hole of the balcony railing and I covered it with my cell phone flashlight all of a sudden.
Suddenly they heard their voices screaming. Maybe surprised to see my face that is covered in a white mask plus white mucena subordinates I wear in my head.
"Selain me you want to do something. Shocked, were they? Haha base." Dilla laughed crisply.
"They were shocked, not afraid. But surely I will be the subject of their ridicule. Embarrassing myself, "I said as I patted the eel.
"Eh, Seli kunti. Not afraid of us, " shouted one of them.
"Basar ngintip lu. Yuk ah, continue." I opened Zahra's book and saw what number he hadn't done.
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I had just wanted to close my eyes after the prayer, but my mind suddenly remembered the cell phone and wanted to check if there was an incoming message. I really can't get my mind off my phone, sometimes I play my phone more than I read the Qur'an. Astagfirullah.
Sure enough, there was one message from an unnamed number. My hand immediately clicked on the profile photo of that number. The pose of a man wearing all black clothes, ranging from hats, shirts, pants, only shoes are white. He is ...
The treasure?
Immediately I open the message and it turns out he sent a photo before the greeting that makes me condemn myself.
"Arghhhh! How can he get a picture of me? There were guys at the vent. It can't be a picture of me like this."
My fingers danced right on my phone's key board. I answered the message with annoyance.
^^^"Wa'allaikumsalam!!!!
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^^^ Whose photo is that?"
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It's clear it's my picture. The photo taken about half an hour ago while I was on the balcony earlier, I was wearing a white face mask and also a mukena subordinate in the head. I was just trying to cover my disgrace. I try to avoid that it's not me.
Triggs. I immediately opened a reply from him.
0857xxxxxxx
Don't pretend to be amnesiac. The cave was on the balcony of the cave room before the three of you studied on the balcony.
^^^So, you're on your balcony?
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^^^Pantes aja dapet photo guasedeket it.
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^^^ Do not forget to remove yes.
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^^^ Bye
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Immediately I turned off the cellular data and began to fall asleep after reading Surah Al-Ikhlas, Al-Falaq, An-Nas, Al-Fatihah and do'a before going to bed. It doesn't matter if Harsa deletes the photo or not.
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