(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 42

The cottage activity is back active. Everything starts to go according to schedule and terms. Life seems to be carried away by the current, drifting by itself. Sometimes, I wonder why cottage children rarely complain about the tight schedule and rules. As if that was what they had to do. They also live it with joy. No fatigue, even after a day of running around chasing the schedule. Evening they can still stay up late for the reason of duty even though they end up only spent talking all night.

If asked, am I one of them? Answer me no. I prefer to take the time to relax. Give my brain and body time to rest. They deserve it, because right now only I can take care of it.

I was reminded of Mas Albi's message just before he got off the bus that time. He said, "Good health, because right now only you can take care of it."

And I'm implementing that message. I don't know why he ordered that? Like I'm gonna be banged up in taking care of myself. But it's true, my schedule is more crowded than the schedule of other students. The third class has an extra schedule because it has to face exams.

If the study schedule used to be only one hour, this time increased to two hours, full without pause. Also increasing the schedule for prayer together as we undergo the exam to the announcement to graduates.

I am used to night prayers, but this time will be longer. In addition to increasing roka'atnya, the number of wires was different and increased a lot.

Every night we do it. At half-two in the evening the third-class managers will wake one by one. No hesitation, sometimes bring water to flush his face if he is difficult to wake up.

Just imagine, we slept the earliest at eleven in the night. And got up at half-time. Just two and a half hours of this eye got the rations closed. Can not be denied if when wiridan later will be many who fall asleep, and lose his body. But, there is also a strong faith and strength even though it has been in combat all day. They are third-class managers.

News Tryout has started to mill around. Within a month I had to call home to ask for blessings so that everything was smooth. Mas Albi often comes suddenly, even without Mom and Dad. He said he was worried about me getting tested. He said my face was getting thin and unkempt. I also warned myself not to waste time.

"It's rumored that Tryout's keepers aren't from our teachers." Aisyah whispered as the principal explained the rules of our Tryout exam.

Well, we were just in the group on the school grounds to receive the ban and also the announcement of the Tryout schedule that we were about to receive.

It is true, when the third grade the lesson schedule is thinning. But still, we are in the genjot with many chapters that we have learned. Start learning again, and repeat the material.

"Who will take care of us? What do you take from another school?" ask me with a witty.

Aisyah shrugged her shoulders a sign she also did not know the answer. As a result, we refocused on listening to the teachings of our principal.

Our principal isn't a random person, she's one of the nannies of this branch boarding school. He was the direct son of the founder of the hut, and the younger brother of Abah yai Musthofa, Kyai kami.

Compared to his brothers, Abah Faisol__ our principal, famous for his strict and intolerant educators.

He got a schedule in every class for the yellow book subjects. And when he finished explaining, we students had to ask questions. Minimum of three questions, from each class.

At that time, none of us prepared the question. As a result, our punishment was to be sunbathed in front of the flagpole until the break came.

We did not finish the punishment, one of us accidentally played a water hose in the front garden of the class. The apes again, the headmaster knows about it. Directly with loud. He kicked us all out.

"You guys are all suspended!!!" The anger at that time.

Like being struck by lightning his anger is like a curse that instantly makes us stone. None of us dared to move, nor speak. Enjoying the nelangsa on each of us, because it has made our teacher angry.

Actually he means well. He wants his students to be active and responsive in the lessons. Did not grow condolences even though he was one of our cottage caregivers as well.

In terms of ta'dzim we have to sami'na wa athok na (Hearing and obeying) but sometimes it will make us passive and not dare to ask, afraid if he considers his explanation to be less understanding of us. And it would hurt his heart. But in fact, he is different. In the context of his education, asking means to the fahamaan, being silent he means not understanding anything.

"I'm onto remember when we got kicked out of class first, funny huh. A class on the suspension." Reply me.

Aisyah immediately chuckled considering the incident. He was the one who played the water hose to make us a class in the suspension.

Our jokes came to a halt for a moment, after Abah Faisol announced who would be our Tryout exam supervisor. Some classes start as whoever their supervisor is. And yes, some of them are from other schools. There are also those directly appointed by the principal of the teachers of the Diniyah Madrasah.

"Why are Madrasah teachers included? Isn't that, not connecting?" some rumors began to sound. This year it happened. This dive, between formal and Diniyah is never interfered, unless the teacher is double to both.

All began to question the change, but none of them got the right answer.

"Why do you think Diniyah's teacher was included?" whisky Asiyah.

"Where do I know, aren't you usually the one who knows news like this?" Answer me while raising my shoulders and lowering.

"Ck. You're that, it's free I asked you." Sewot. His soul of curiosity began to stir. He always wanted to know new things early. And this time, the rumour escaped his hearing, until the news was immediately heard in front of many people.

I couldn't see into the front row when Abah Faisol introduced the faces of the supervisory representatives. There was loud applause after they were pushed forward.

Biasa, I can't stand the heat and look for a rather shady place, under a palm tree. And it requires me to be in the back row. I had to tiptoe when I started to get curious about the supervisors.

From the names mentioned there are also female supervisors. I know some of their names. One of them is the chairman of our cottage and its security.

The atmosphere began to get crowded, because it was not natural. Why the lodge managers are also included. Although yes, they are also included in the ranks of representatives of the Diniyah Madrasah.

"Everything is considered. The staff teachers, will continue to teach first and second grade. And third class can tryout calmly guarded by the supervisors we have selected_"

And many other announcements. I concluded that it was done to stabilize the lesson. And it does not require first and second class to enter half a day.

"For a welcome representative from the supervisor, we invite Mr. Arya Dharma to give a speech." Mc's voice tells the continuation of the show.

The name Arya Dharma immediately echoed to every corner of the direction. Cheers from the female student line were earthy. There are also those who immediately scream hysterically when the figure of the name runs into the middle of the field, towards the mic that has been provided.

My eyes can't see clearly what he's doing. It might also be spreading his extravagant smile, or just showing his charm.

"He will be our room's supervisor. That's lucky, right, us?!" Said Aisyah with her joy.

"What?!" Surprise me. Can't believe.

Aisyah did not notice my surprise. He was busy himself. I just want to move forward. His legs back and forth, his head up to be able to see the figure who was giving a speech.

"I swear, we're lucky. Every day I see Kang Dharma, I want to see Tryout!" Excited one of the friends who lined up in front of me. Why are they so enthusiastic? Until I want to quickly undergo Tryout. My head doesn't understand.