PURITY LIGHT

THE WAR ON SUNDAY NIGHT

Tonight is Sunday night. A thrilling and trying night. A very heavy experiment.

Nata has started to get along with friends at the boarding school. Although the son of a wealthy businessman, but when in the boarding school located on the coast, everything is the same, the sieve, sandalnya flops, eat with the same food, and many other things that will make a real conglomerate child allergic. But not with Nata, as Daddy said living in a boarding house is very exciting.

Alright. The war on Sunday night is about to begin. All the male students sat in a circular position. Sarongs have been worn gallantly, peci-peci has been installed with a cool position, all have been sitting neatly cross-legged on the mosque pandan mat.

One of the students said the word in Arabic. Attacked by another junior santri to be able to explain the content of Nahwu science and Shorof science contained in it. When the junior santri was able to answer, then he temporarily survived the battle tonight. Every santri throws words at each other in Arabic, anyone who is hit by the throw must be able to explain the content of Nahwu science and Shorofnya science.

Each santri is given a sequence to attack words in Arabic to other santri.

"Nata explained the content of the science of Nahwu and Shorof in the sentence!" orders of a senior santri.

"the length. Die me!" answer little Nata. "Mas Nyarno is very long sentence. Which state can explain. Penance..tobat..tobat.".

"Fedance accepted. His sentence filled the bathtub for a full week along with.several a dictionary of punishment first. Together with Agus, Teguh, Slamet, Yanto and who else yes.nah this is him, Yadi."

"We die together and repent together" said the santri who received punishment.

The battle to explain the content of Nahwu and Shorof science in the Arabic word content ended in the middle of the night.

Anyone who could not answer the question in the Nahwu and Shorof wars of science, held every Sunday night, was punished. There must be a full week cleaning the yard, mopping the floor of the mosque, arranging the books. But all of this is done together.

Nata and his friends wet each other draw water from the well and fill it into bathtubs that are large enough or called me in the local area. The morning they went to school in public school, and the afternoon was just about to carry out the punishment. The boarding schools in this area mostly do not provide public schools, so for the public schools of each school in the public schools in the area.

This is where Nata and his friends are now. At the Mbok Sumi stall, the only food stall in the boarding house. The price is cheap and there is no need to be angry. How not cheap, the vegetable is filled with soup all and very small pieces of fried tempeh, which is important the rice is a lot, full, vegetable affairs quite potluck. Santri pesantren huts mostly do not get sangu money (pocket money) that much. Even Nata only got an allowance for a month's worth of living with the same amount as his friends. The month is not over, but in the middle of the month the allowance is empty. Unfortunately, the fate. But take it easy, even pocket money is up but the process of executing food continues. How-to? One thousand ways to get a treasure called a plate of rice.

"Shew?"

"Excuse me, Ms. Nyai (the name as a form of respect for Mr. Kyai's wife)," answered little Nata.

"The wood in the kitchen is over. I haven't been able to find wood. Please help find and get the wood!"

"Excuse me, Miss Nyai." Nata immediately stroked his stomach, "the wont get lunch rations from Nyai's mother, Alhamdulillah." Daddy said that eating at Mr. Kyai's house was a blessing, a blessing from a teacher. Daddy said a santri who was not educated to his teacher then the quality of knowledge obtained is more stable.

The wood has been laid and arranged in the kitchen neatly.

"It's over?" ask Bu Nyai.

"Already, Miss Nyai," answered little Nata.

"Yes, here eat first."

Nata took the plate and took the rice until it filled all the body of the plate, in his spoon of clear vegetable spinach, do not forget to pick up tempe and tofu. Nata also ate well.

"It's Nyai's Mom. Matur nuwun."

"Why don't you want to be given more pocket money with your Daddy?"

"Nata is ashamed of Nyai. Nata's friends all live a simple life. Even Nata's friends who went to the cottage here there are some of them children from big kyai-kyai, they also live a simple life. If Nata lives excessively here, then what science does Nata get." Nata was silent for a moment.

"Daddy said, Nata has to learn. Must pray mommy to be given healing. So Nata also has to live a simple life so that Nata can ask the help of Nata's friends to pray for mommy. If Nata here is styled as a rich kid, then Nata's friends will hate Nata."

"Smart you, son. So that kid is sholeh, son. So entrepreneurs who sholeh yes, diligent prayer, diligent njai, diligent alms, diligent to help people."

"Matur nuwun kalih pandonganipun (thanks for the prayer). Ms. Nyai ngapunten (sorry) asked for her prayers for mommy Nata to get well quickly," little Pinta Nata.

"Of course, Son. If you do not forget, Miss Nyai will always pray for your mommy to heal quickly. You're like your Daddy. When your Daddy's hymn is always unseen to his teachers, so have a child who is as good as you," praised Bu Nyai.

Bu Nyai Suyudi's praise made little Nata smile. Kissing the hand of Bu Nyai Suyudi, then little Nata returned to the boarding house. Scramble a bath with the friends of the cottage whose peck is on a slant.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Here little Nata is now. I received a call from my mom.

"Assalamualaikum, how's Mommy doing?"

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Mommy's fine, son. How about at the boarding house, Mata at home?" ask mommy Halimah.

"Mommy's mouth. Friends at the boarding house are all right."

"Thank God, son. Nata's fine there. Please help her pray so that mommy gets well soon."

"Yes, Mom."

"Mommy promises later if it's healed, Mommy and Daddy must come look at mommy's favorite child in the boarding school."

"Yes, Mom. Nata wait for Mommy and Daddy to see Nata at the boarding house." Little nata sobbing.

"Don't cry. He said at home but weeping," asked mommy Halimah worried.

"Mommy is healing fast. Nata misses Mommy. Miss Mommy's cooking."

The day keeps changing. Time never stops turning. Humans continue to be preoccupied with life. Walk from one place to another, and finally return to the original place.