Rocker Guys Enter the Pesantren

Episodes.1

The stars and moon are seen shining in the darkness of the night. On this bright night, used by a group of young people to gather in the streets. They are Iqbal and his friends.

The sound of a motor horn was so loud from behind. Iqbal turned his head, saw his rival coming.

''Iqbal, if Lo is brave, let's race in the streets!'' Reno the rival challenges Iqbal.

''OK, who is afraid, '' of course Iqbal accepted the challenge, because he was very sure if he would win.

Their gangs were both standing on the side of the road cheering the cheering of their gang leader who was about to race.

Iqbal is on his bike. He looked at Reno who was beside him with a look of disdain.

A beautiful woman stood in the middle between the two of them waving a flag using one hand.

''Ok prepare! One two go .. '' said the woman.

Iqbal and Reno hit the gas and drove very fast. In between, no one wants to give up at all.

Suddenly there was a police car siren. Gang friends Iqbal and Reno escape before the police arrive. While Iqbal and Reno are still on the streets riding their motorcycles faster.

Iqbal could not frown when he saw the police car stopped in the middle of the road. He slowed down his motor speed while staring around looking for a way out. But unfortunately in the wild race there is only one way in and one way out. So Iqbal really couldn't escape.

Iqbal saw Reno who was climbing the guardrail and had managed to get out of the racing area. He also followed what Reno did. But unfortunately when it was over the fence, one leg was held by a policeman from behind.

''Get down or we shoot now!'' one of the policemen pointed a gun at Iqbal.

''Yes, Sir. Okay I went down, ''cause Iqbal still loves his life, so he obeyed what the police said.

Iqbal was taken to the police station for questioning. Unbeknownst to Iqbal, Reno calls the police and asks to come to the circuit. He deliberately set Iqbal up.

Why this wild race is banned, it is because every race there must be bets and brawls. Often takes a victim. The people around also feel restless because their sleep is always disturbed if there is a motorcycle racing there.

30 Minutes later, Mr. Bima who is Iqbal's father came to the police station. Honestly, Mr. Bima is very disappointed with his only child. If the association is like this, how can it be trusted to take care of the company later.

Plaques

One slap landed on Iqbal's right cheek. Highlight Pak Bima's eyes look sharpened. Iqbal held onto his cheek which was slapped by his father.

''Your behavior has gone too far. You just play on the streets, without thinking about the future. I'm disappointed in you, Iqbal. Just let you be in jail let you realize, said Pak Bima.

''Pah, please Iqbal. Iqbal did not want to be here, Iqbal held his father's hand. He also looked at his father expectantly.

Pak Bima was overwhelmed to take care of his son. His son had just graduated from college, but there was no willingness to work at all. Fun even on the outside.

''Okay, papah will set you free on one condition ... '' Mr. Bima pulled the corner of his lips so that he showed a smile.

''Whatever it is Iqbal follow Iqbal's origin is freed from here.''

''Let's talk at home. Now take care of everything first, Mr. Bima patted his child's shoulder gently, then met the police to help get his child out of there.

Iqbal was able to breathe a sigh of relief because he was unable to bear it. Thanks to his father's help, he was able to escape the law.

Arriving at home, Iqbal saw his mother sitting in the front room. Nearby was a large suitcase.

''Is there a suitcase? Where are you going?'' ask Iqbal.

''It's not my mom who's going to leave, but you, son.''

''So Iqbal was kicked out of this house?'' Iqbal stared at his two parents in turn.

''So he said you want to obey Papah's request because it has freed you. So papah and mamah want you to stay in the pesantren to learn religious sciences, said Pak Bima.

''If you don't want to, papah will call the police and ask to arrest you.

Iqbal was at a loss for words. Setting foot into the pesantren was never thought of at all in his mind.

''Okay, but Iqbal wants to check Iqbal's clothes first.'' Iqbal opened his big suitcase. His forehead shriveled when he saw the contents of the suitcase only contained cocoa clothes, sarongs and other clothes. There were absolutely no clothes of his that he used to wear.

''Whose clothes are these? Why not mine?'' Iqbal asked his mother.

''It's yours, son. Mamah deliberately bought him.''

''Iqbal doesn't like, ''' Iqbal passed away going to the room picking up the clothes he wanted to bring.

Iqbal had already picked up some of his favorite clothes and stuffed them into the suitcase. She was about to get rid of the other clothes in the suitcase, but her mother forbade.

''Don't you let it out! Just bring everything for a change of clothes later in the pesantren, said Ms. Fatma.

''Yes yes, ''' Iqbal according to his mother. He immediately closed the suitcase.

Ms. Fatma told Iqbal to take a break. Because tomorrow morning Iqbal has to go to the pesantren.

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Iqbal covered his ears with his hands as he felt disturbed by the knock on the door from outside the room. Though it is still good to sleep, but there is something disturbing.

''Who is really disturbing,'' because it continues to be disturbed, finally Iqbal came down from the bed and he opened the door to his room.

Ms. Fatma shook her head looking at her son's disheveled appearance.

''Iqbal, you have to get used to waking up in the morning. Especially later you will stay in the pesantren, ''' said Ms Fatma advising.

''But I'm still sleepy, Mah. Why use wake up in the morning?''

''Now you take a shower and go down. Mama same papah wait for you to pray together.''

''Salat? Iqbal's feelings have not done it for a long time, even Iqbal forgot how.''

''That's it, so you have to learn. Follow our prayers, so that later when you are in pesantren, you are not confused how to pray.''

''Alright, ''' Iqbal closed the door to his room and went to the bathroom to clean himself. I'm actually too lazy to do that. But his mother was too chatty and Iqbal would not bother.

A few minutes later, Iqbal had finished his bath. He rushed down to the small mosque in his house. It turned out that his parents and the ART that was in his house were already there. Iqbal stood behind his father.

The congregational morning prayers are carried out smoothly. Although Iqbal peeked a little while performing prostration, because he was afraid to miss his prayer.

Mr. Bima shook Iqbal's hand, then Iqbal kissed the back of his father's hand.

''Papah happy, finally you want to pray together with us, son. Hopefully after studying in pesantren, you can be a better child.''

''Yes, Pah.''

Bu Fatma and Pak Bima did the tadarus together, while Iqbal and other ART came out of the mosque.

Iqbal went to the room and took off the clothes he was wearing.

''What are these clothes anyway? Very hot, '' Iqbal murmured while throwing the origin of the cocoa shirt that he had just released.