The Light of Love Salma

Ummi Plan

Adhan dawn has reverberated, two lovebirds who are now ready to join the congregation stand in the middle of the other santri, after a long night of drama in Tari and Salma, experienced, now comes the time for the two girls to work to help Mbok Yem in the kitchen.

"Oh my God, Salma, my body was crushed because of last night" complained Tari.

Last night Dari could not sleep well, other than because of the cold Tati also felt uncomfortable because of having to jostle with other members of the room.

"What happened last night?" sahut Salma lightly with her innocent expression.

"Don't you not know that! I know that you also know the same thing as me." Reply Dari was a little irritated by Salma's voice.

"Well how else is Dance? in pesantren the situation is like this, so we can not demand much or expect better than at home" said Salma.

"Huft, have already entered the water soaking all of you, like enjoying every distress here would be much better than complaining," tari continued to walk beside Salma towards the cafeteria where they would start working.

"Assalamualaikum, Mbok Yem," said Salma.

"Morning, Mbok," this time it was Dance who greeted.

"Waalaikum salam, Salma, morning also Dance," Mbok Yem smiled sumringah seeing the arrival of Tari and Salma that will ease his work.

"This morning we're going to cook what Mbok?" ask Salma.

"Today's menu, the kale oseng, Tempe, knows the same omelet," replied Mbok Yem.

"If so Tari help clean vegetables kale yes Mbok," Tari's great-grandson.

"Salma help cook tempe sama yaya," said Salma take over tempeh and tofu that is still lying on the table.

'Ummi was never wrong, they were so diligent and understood their duty without me having to bother explaining it, ' Inner Mbok Yem felt happy to get help from Tari and Salma.

Although the sun has not yet been seen because the dawn adzab has just finished reverberating and worshipers have just descended, but Tari and Salma look so busy helping Mbok Yem in the kitchen, he said, cooking in the cafeteria does have to be dawn, because at six o'clock most students start breakfast to avoid queues that are too long and save time so as not to be late when leaving school.

"Alhamdulillah, it's finished too, after this we have to do Mbok?" said Salma after cooking all the tofu and tempeh that was fried.

"Salma later who gives fish when there is santri who eats, Mbok who gets rice and dance you later the fried part of the egg if anyone asks for fried egg fish," Mbok Yem explains Salma and Tari's duties.

"Ready, Mbok," said Tari and Salma almost simultaneously.

The morning increasingly dawned the more santri who came to start breakfast, there are eating sober there are also those who ask fried eggs as an additional side dish, as well, in pesantren is provided telo ceplok or telor omelet which will be directly fried at that time on condition of having to pay extra money for the eggs they ordered.

"Thank God," strands of gratitude were heard from Salma and Tari's lips when they saw the students getting fewer and fewer and the wall clock had shown half seven which meant that most of the students had left for their respective schools.

"How does the first day help Mbok? must be tired, huh?" mbok Yem said as he walked closer to Dari and Salma who were sitting on the floor where they had cut vegetables.

"Lumayan also Mbok, but this kind of work for us is very light, we used to do things like this, yes Salma," said Tari.

"Yes, you're a true Dance" Salma said.

"Yes, if we have breakfast first. Let's eat!" take Mbok Yem with his rice and side dishes.

"It's time to eat, the santri seem to have eaten a lot, so now is the time we fill the energy," said Mbok Yem.

"Mbok Yem actually, ngisi energy to accept the reality of life, he he he," said Tari while grinning the horse.

"Hus, you're a-just Tari," interrupted Salma while taking over the plate in the hands of Mbok Yem.

All three ate hikmad, enjoying a simple menu that tasted so delicious because there was gratitude in every tablespoon of food they ate, Dari and Salma were already used to eating as they were, as they were, for those who are important to be full already thankfully, the food on the plate has no toilet left, now Salma is walking back to the room getting ready to take a shower, he said, similarly, the Dance that always follows behind Salma.

"Think we live here that's what Salma is?" tanya Dari when both of them had taken a bath and were neat, now they were sitting in the room.

"Entah Tari, I myself am also confused, want to be a santri kuta not school here, want to say our work lives just like the other santri, I myself am also confused," sahut Salma's.

"Keep your plan ahead how?" Dance asked again.

"I don't even have any plans ahead" Salma replied, at the moment she just lives by the prevailing destiny without having any plans.

"Huft, why is our fate the same?" said Tari while jumping chin glare far considering his current fate until a santri harassed both.

"Mbak Salma and Mbak Tari are called Ummi in ndalem" said a santri who is now standing in the middle of the door.

"All right, thank you Ma'am" Salma said.

"Dance, we're called to ndalem go yuk!" take Salma who is now standing to leave the room.

"Kuy it!" sahut Dance is still a little visible bar bar bar.

The two walked towards the ndalem with their hearts shrouded in curiosity.

"Assalamualaikum Ummi" said Salma and Tari almost simultaneously.

"Waalaikum hail, come in!" sahut Ummi who was seen waiting for the two in the family room.

"Ummi call us what's wrong?" salma asked shortly after she was near Ummi.

"Yes, sit down!" sahut Ummi while giving orders, Salma and Tari sat down following Ummi's orders.

"What's Ummi?" ask Salma.

"Ummi is planning to make you Ustadzah to teach TPQ in this pesantren, so from today you can study with Ghozi, are you willing?" bargain Ummi.

Hearing Ummi's offer leaves Salma and Tari confused, the two look at each other beckoning each other to find the right answer.

"Do we deserve to be an Ummi Ustadzah?" sahut Salma with a doubtful expression clearly drawn on his face.

"Right Ummi, do we deserve it?" The dance that had been silent since then also asked.