Santri's Life in the Holy Prison

the sowan 2

"settle nduk?"ask my mom

"alhamdulillah ma" I replied

"thank God if you feel at home" said my mother again

then I turned my gaze to the figure of the man beside mama.ya.it was my father who always loved his daughter's son.I see him smiling happily.then I approached kissed the back of his hand.

"sound father?"ask me

"alhamdulillah healthy nduk" he answered

"is how are you?"ask me about my sister

"alhamdulillah healthy.besok also mba iis mondok" said the father

"where are you, sir?"ask me again

"the pesantrennya gus wahab"

"oh..so mondok there sir?"

"yes, he said, not a long way away"

"oh yes dil, there are greetings from your mas.he said the day after the new can come here"

"iy Uncle.tadi already called to the office" said dila

"It's in ndalem* right dil?"ask dad

"there's an uncle" dila replied

"sowan now just yuk" said the father

"mayo sir.mumpung hasn't done*." said mom

we also rushed to ndalem.since there the father immediately expressed his purpose.

after finishing my parents, my parents also immediately parted.

"sir, we go home first yah"my mama's pamit

"iya ma.be careful on the road, ma" I replied as I hugged him

"the one who feels at home here yes.kalo there's nothing to say."his health

"yes ma."with teary eyes I replied

"don't cry.later your beautiful face is gone" she said again while rubbing my cheek wet by tears

"later if it takes nothing to say the same dila."

"if uncle nitip nia ya.lanti if there is anything please tell." said my father again while putting me on mba dila

"yes uncle" dila replied

I stretched out my hand as my parents were about to leave.I kissed the back of both hands while crying

"walaikum salam."i replied and dila compact

after that I looked at those who slowly went away, leaving me in this sacred prison, with a thousand hopes

"entrance yuk nia."dila

"ayo mba." I replied with a smile

while walking towards the room I sometimes ask dila occasionally and he patiently answers all my questions

"mba dila." said I

"yes" she answered

"it used to be mba mondok here how old is the year?"

"why not 12 or 13 years, why?"

"who really is mba?"

"yes, no."

"mean mba just passed Madrasah Ibtidaiyah* dong."

"yet used to cry not the first time mondok?"

"often anyway engga.cuma ya ever a few times" he replied shyly

"wasn't there a lot of them?"

"much."

"oh.." I nodded in understanding.

"later you are also a lot of friends, just maybe they have not come"

yes. I admit it indeed.now is the period of acceptance of new santri candidates.indeed I came.because yesterday I went around the cottage I have not found a new santri

"when is there usually a new santri?"ask me

"at least nia."

"usually they wait for the school diploma to come out first and then make a list of schools again" he replied

Finally we arrived the room.dikamar is inhabited by 12 people.including me.they come from several regions, some are from outside Java.such as lampung, medan, Kalimantan.and from the island of Java, such as cilacap, ciamis, gandrungmangu and others.

*dalem \= kyai residence

*act \= go

*madrasah ibtidaiyah \= as elementary school

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