Trapped In Love In Pesantren

Chapter 14's

The Ar-Rizqon boarding school. His santri/ah routinely repeats the talk of his book and memorization of his quran. There they are required to be religiously and publicly intelligent. Every two weeks, it turns out there is special training in the field of computers, or around the world of technology. Sometimes they are engaged in the field of IT, the field of graphic design, the field of copy writing and robotics. The same goes for Santri and Santriah.

For santriah no less choice, they also have MUA-style make-up classes, sewing, and cooking classes. Apparently, the pesantren provided income from the extracurricular. Some sell the services of the santri so that the term unemployed santri in the future, they have broken with the expertise they provide in the boarding school.

The business of making sponge cake has been running for quite a long time, and it is responsible for itself by Susi's mother. Incidentally he is an expert in cooking, so that later the order to pesantren. The santri themselves are plunged into helping his nyai, so they already have cooking skills, if in the future, they will continue their skills.

There is also a hacker field. Santri who are usually proficient in the field of technology, after being separated from the pesantren, they immediately passed into large companies, both abroad and domestically. There are also those who continue the hacker field individually, both to help in his village and the community.

Remember, today there are many modes of fraud by irresponsible individuals. The Santri Ar-Rizqon is the one who mostly helps the lay community, to escape the entanglement of online loans for example or if there is data that is broken, the, they are ready to help selflessly and also without targeting money on the person in distress.

Really, science is expensive. So expensive, we as a society. Who already exists and live this modern life, must follow the development of his time. Once we are trapped and fall, then the exit will be difficult as well. There are so many scams running rampant, even the lure of businesses that pay 200-500k per day. Obviously, in this world there are no instances. Even if there is, it can be guessed, that these businesses are nothing but bodong company games, where they direct ordinary people to play online gambling and get caught up in their games.

So be a santri and a smart society. Be sensitive and always beware of anything and under any circumstances. Really, this world is hard, this world is cruel. If we give up, then we have truly given up on the grace of God. We have to keep fighting against it all. Because we believe, God designed our lives. So, live all the destiny that has happened, so that our lives are calm, peaceful, and peaceful. Also grateful for all forms of events, which have or have approached into our lives.

"Well, why are you?" tiara asked her High School friend. He is not a manager, but an ordinary santri, who is the same as Tiara, which just entered the pesantren.

"No. I'm a gapapa kok." - Denied with a face down.

"Come, what's up. Here's my same story." Tiara who had previously had a warm character, until now even the nature of his cares never fade from him.

"Tiara." she said glazed over. Now the tears are so heavy. He sobbed in front of Tiara. Looks like, this Cahya has a big problem. Think Tiara.

"Come, you tell me. I won't tell anyone." Tiara assured.

Fortunately, they had already dropped out of school. It was only two o'clock, Tiara relaxed and did not rush back into her room.

"I'm tangled in a pinjol, Ti. Why did my parents even enter me boarding school. How the fate of my parents, surely they also have trouble bearing it." he said while continuing to hiccup.

"Well, how can you? How's story?" Tiara was surprised and felt sorry for the problems that Cahya faced.

"Long, Ti. To be sure, it was all my fault. I'm stupid Ti, I'm stupid." Rutuk Cahya continued to blame himself.

"No, Cahya. Try here, you tell me the same story. Who knows if we can find a solution." calm Tiara down.

"The bottom line is, I'm entangled in online gambling, Ti. My money's gone with the gambling system, I'm dark-eyed. I also finally minjol, uh no idea, gambling I lost. My money's gone, my debt's piled up." Cahya immediately cried, she was touched with grief. Her crying was so heartbreaking. Who wouldn't cry about that. Mentally affected, the mind is affected, life is not calm.

"Innalilahp.. You are patient now. Calm down first yourself. Try, you calm down first. Then we think of the solution together." said Tiara while rubbing the shoulders of Cahya who shook from crying bitterly.

"Where to calm down, Ti. My thoughts are always on the day to find solutions. How do you make money? How not to repotin parents. I'm like an unlucky kid, you know. Not nyenengin parents, even ngerepotin." he said sad.

"No, Cahya. God means love to you. Allah will praise you this way. Try me? I'm not necessarily as strong as you, I'm not necessarily as strong as you in the face of a test like this. Sure, every difficulty, there must be ease. Every problem, there must be a solution. That's absolute, inviolable." said Tiara assured Cahya's confidence.

"But I can't calm down, Ti. My mind kept on worrying, how the loan of pinjol swells, as they are the system of interest, usury. How about the more the day gets suffocating. Where do my family pay? I was in the gini pesantrenin. Why..??" he looks very frustrated.

"Try now thou shalt Allah. You confide in God. You said the same God. Whatever it is, you're trying to get her. The hell time God let us in this problem, if not God himself who will get us out of the problem? No way, Allah leaves a test with a solution. Ask God to say that it is not strong. Allah is surely horrified, Allah loves you dearly."

"All right, I'll try, Ti. Thank you so much for grieving me. I thought, you'd hate me and get away from me for getting entangled in usury. I know usury is illegal, but I really don't know how to do it. O Allah.." he muttered while staring at the window.

"Gapapa, it's okay. You have experience. Well, make this a lesson so that things like this do not happen again in the future. Sure, this is a valuable lesson from God. You have to stop, sure, that behind this there must be a silver lining." revived Tiara.

Apparently the more the day, the closer he gets to his Lord. I feel guilty, the other day he suudzon to Allah, that in pesantren it is prison, whatever. He can learn the life of many people. He was very grateful to his Lord.

"Yes already, because he wanted ashar again. We get ready to go to the mosque." take Tiara to Cahya. They also dropped out of their class.

However, when Tiara was about to go to the caretaker room, aka her room. He saw a stranger get out of the car in the courtyard of the princess dormitory.

"Tiara?" greet the man to him.

"Ck, why would he come here." muttered Tiara slowly.

"Are you a santri now?" revealing the person with a look of disbelief, Tiara immediately responded.

"Sniff? I am already a santri. Why, complacent?" He responded annoyed, because it was as if he was being mocked.

"Geez, you used to go straight to me anyway. What's my fault?" said the man was calm. While Tiara had been lazy to respond back.

"Udah first, yes. I want to go to the mosque. Soon ashar." he said passed and ignored the man who was greeting him.

"Hem, you are like that. Will you never open your heart to me, Tiara?" muttered the man stared at the distant Tiara who had already disappeared from his sight.

"Ti, who was that?" asked Cahya who was currently walking beside him.

"foreigners. He was kind of familiar with me." he said flatly, he was lazy to talk about the figure of the man to anyone.

"The boy likes you. From his gaze is different." said Cahya as it is.

"Hem. Let alone. I don't care." he said indifferently. It turned out that person was Beni. A person who was about to be betrothed by both Tiara's parents the other day.

At that time Om Beni to the boarding school because of his Papa Raihan messenger. Apparently he was taking care of the sembako to be distributed to the students of Ar-Rizqon. Beni did not know, that Tiara had entered the boarding school at that time.

"There are bad memories, same om-om?" ask Cahya back.

"Yes, that's it. Udah ah, do not discuss mulu dong." pinta Tiara.

"OK on."

Ashar prayers will begin soon. The santri are indeed required to pray ashar congregation every time. Shajuh, dzuhur, ashar, maghrib, isha. All must be present to the mosque, because there is also an officer from the caretaker santri and osis from the school to pass on the students.

Such is the daily life of boarding school boarding school. Plus-minus must exist, because however the school in the pesantren is not the same as other popular schools, such as public and private.

But never doubt, because boarding schools too, the evidence is able to rival formal schools that in fact are more popular than it. For example, if there is a race in West Java province. Often the students of the Ar-Rizqon pesantren were translucent champions, even this year, there have just been students who can represent West Java to compete in the national level race.

"Ti, you're called ma nyai tuh. Cepet, not delicious loh awaited from earlier," said one of the managers santri who apparently a Tahfidznya student Ummi Susi.

"Tumben, why?" tiara asked strangely. He did nothing, but was sought.

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