Women of Choice

A Tale Behind the Gates of Pesantren 3

After following the idhofah (sawbook) during the day Nisa participated in gathering with other friends who were crowded in the backyard of the cottage. Precisely, behind the public kitchen adjacent to the location of the bathroom. He joined a chat ngaler ngidul hihi ria with his best friend who happened to sit there.

"Nis, will you come?" exclaimed Kurnia from outside the back gate of the hut. He saw that the somewhat tomboyish-looking girl was looking at herself with her excitement surrounding the spacious dormitory backyard. I don't know where Kurnia got and used that bike.

"It can't ride a bike!" nisa replied as she approached Kurnia who was still engrossed in teasing.

"Here's the bonceng in the back. You stand up later ana goes," invite Kurnia excited.

"But, slow down, yes, take it. Ana's afraid of jatoh." Nisa recited her friend's invitation while trying to set both soles of her feet on the iron buffer bike that is on the back.

Kurnia began pedaling bicycles slowly around the ground that resembled a vast field. Nisa who was piggybacking at the back began to enjoy her cycling fun. They looked so happy as if a child had just found a new toy. Joking and laughing both slightly forget the deposit of memorization mahfudzot and muthola'ah to the ustazah Maryamah tomorrow.

Feeling satisfied cycling the two princess students began to enter back into the back gate of the cottage mingled with other friends. Nisa who was sitting on the bench suddenly felt an unusual chill. The brown girl thought she was just cold because she had been playing cycling outside. But, over time he felt something strange with his body.

Though Nisa's intention there all want to take an afternoon bath, but it was stopped because of the cold she felt became more and more. Nisa says goodbye to her friend if she wants to go back to her room on the third floor.

There was no one in the dorm room. All of Nisa's friends are outside. Some were taking a bath, or queuing up to grab some rice in the soup kitchen for their afternoon meal.

Nisa immediately rolled out a mat and pillow to relax after previously she wore a sweater first because her whole body was shivering.

It had been almost thirty minutes that Nisa was lying weak all by herself. His friend had not yet returned to the room. The coldness that Nisa felt increasingly pierced the bone marrow. Until he can no longer control himself. Nisa's cry broke instantly. Tears began to flood the part of his cheeks that began to redden holding the feeling between cold and hot. Towards the Maghrib one by one his friends began to arrive and enter the room. They were amazed to see Nisa who a few minutes ago looked fit suddenly was curled up.

"Ente why, Nis? Sick, huh?" asked one of her friends while crouching and sticking the back of her hand on Nisa's forehead.

Nisa simply replied with a nod of her head.

"Yes, my goodness, Nis, your body is so hot."

"Eat first, Nis, let the body eat," suggested Romlah whose closet adjoins exactly with Nisa.

However, because it was Nisa's habit from childhood. If he is not feeling well or sick, then there is not a single piece of food that can enter the stomach. Let alone to swallow food, just swallow even bitter taste in his throat.

All his friends returned to follow the activities and activities of the cottage as usual. They began to go to the musala to perform the Maghrib prayer and learn to read the Qur'an in groups continued the prayer of Isha. It has all become pesantren rules that must be obeyed to train discipline in worship for students without exception.

While Nisa just lay weak helplessly accompanied by one of her friends. By night the cold that enveloped Nisa's body was getting less and less. Change the nausea that he can not stand. He also took out all his entrails in the basket of trash that was provided in the room.

Almost all night for Nisa can not close her eyes. The fever and nausea he felt defeated his drowsiness.

In the morning, all the students were active as usual. Seeing the condition of Nisa who has no change her best friend told the state of Nisa to ustazah.

Not long after, his ustazah and his homeroom teacher came to the room to see the condition of Nisa. Ustazah tried to strengthen Nisa by giving a little encouragement so that Can be patient when given the test with reduced healthy pleasure in accordance with the hadith which means:

"Be glad, O Ummul 'Ala, indeed the pain of a Muslim is made by Allah to remove his guilt with him, just as fire removes the rust of gold and silver." (She Abu Dawud).

And so it is with the Quran.

It means: "And if God imposes evil on you, then no one can eliminate it but Him alone. And if Allah wills good for you, then no one can refuse His bounty. He gives His bounty to whomever He wills among His servants. And He is the Most Forgiving, the Most Merciful."

"Drug first here, yes, Nis, ushered ustazah," said Resty suggested.

"If I'm allowed to go home, please" replied Nisa.

"Me and Fauziah are ready to bring Nisa home, ustazah," said Rofidah eagerly.

Thought the two of them had quite a chance to get out of the cottage gate and could see the outside atmosphere so that Fauziyah and Rofidah were so enthusiastic about escorting Nisa.

Now the three teenage girls are standing across the road in front of the cottage gate. Waiting for the usual yellow-plated angkot passing by and carrying passengers to the Nagrak crossroads.

The awaited cargo also appeared from the direction of Sepatan. Rofidah waved her hand for the car to pull over and stop in front of them.

Fauziyah immediately guided Nisa's hand to immediately board the parked angkot. While Ropidah brought a bag containing some clothes Nisa brought home. It just so happens that the contents of the angkot are empty. There are only three of them.

"Nriv ... Hoeek .... !"

"Ente wants to puke, Nis? Nih, wear a scraped bag," exclaimed Fauziyah as she opened the black plastic in front of Nisa.

Hearing a voice like someone throwing up, immediately the driver who was driving pulled his body back while exclaiming, "Don't throw up in my car, Neng, it will get dirty!" hard without pity.

"But my friend is sick again, sir, this is also vomit filled with scraping bags, kok," said Ropidah answering the reprimand of the gluttonous driver.

"Do you know how sick it is to ride my angkot?"

"Owh, yaudah stop here only, sir, if indeed you do not want to bring my friend who is sick again," pinta Fauziyah who from earlier listened to the debate between the driver and Ropidah.

"Left ... Left ... It stopped here." Ropidah yelled, annoyed with the angkot driver, who he said had no conscience.

While Nisa is only able to sit limp to resist the nausea that is increasingly becoming.

Sure enough the driver stopped his car on the sidewalk hoping the three passengers got off.

Rofidah and Fauziyah swept Nisa slowly towards the side of the road that was not too hot after the angkot had passed just leaving the three of them.

"Basar kang angkot there is no morality! Really, ye, die down a sick man in the middle of the road." Fauziyah vented her frustration.

"Yes, yeah, I don't want him to have a family at home. What's wrong with helping passengers who are sick again," said Ropidah follow furious.

"It ... Already, what matters is that we're down now." Nisa mediates her two best friends who still look arrogant.

The nausea that Nisa tried to endure from earlier finally broke down as well. He pulled out his stomach with a squatting position on the side of the road while being kneaded at the nape of his neck by his two loyal friends.

After being satisfied to let out nausea, Fauziyah and Ropidah Nisa tried to get back on their feet. However, when his body tried to be enforced Nisa felt her gaze began to twitch as if the land she was peeling along. The girl felt she was no longer able to control herself. Like he was fainting. His two friends were panicking.

"Ente bring eucalyptus oil, don't you, Nis?" ask Ropidah later.

Nisa shook her head weakly.

"Wait here, yes, ana wants to go to the stall first buy eucalyptus oil," said Ropidah as he ran to the store located not far from where they stood.

While Fauziyah supported Nisa's body so as not to be dazed.

"Nih, olesin eucalyptus oil first," suggested Ropidah open the lid of the small bottle, then rub into the forehead and neck of the back of Nisa. Fauziyah helps apply eucalyptus oil on the stomach.

"Well aren't you, Nis?" tanya Ropidah made sure Nisa's condition.

"The story is passing." Nisa answered weakly.

"I wasn't taken to the road? We're waiting for the angkot again." Fauziyah added.

"Yes, slow down" Nisa assured her two best friends.

***

By noon the three of them arrived at Nisa's house. After a short break and lunch Rofidah and Fauziah bid farewell to return to the cottage.

"Thank you, yes, Nisa's gone home" Nisa's father told his two friends.

"Yes, sir, equally. We were even cool because we were given a chance to get out of the cottage," replied Fauziyah honestly.

"Yes, sir, quite able to see the scenery and breathe the outside air despite a lot of pollution" said Rofidah added greeted with laughter throughout the house.

That's how it was when I was a santri. Always feel bored and bored all the time during your stay in the hostel. But, later when graduating and living outside will feel a prolonged longing with the atmosphere of pesantren that has been rooted in the heart of the heart.