
#Najwa Layla Fathurrohman
That night we made decorations for the stand at the bazaar. Start designing, editing, and assembling some other decorations.
Besides we can do that in study hours, we do not need cue to gather fellow classmates. Because without asking every day to gather together.
If possible at school outside, we will need time and place to gather with friends, plus must ask permission from parents. In the pesantren everything has been done together. Sometimes Pr is done together. Worse, who thinks sometimes one person only. Even so, we keep each other safe.
"We are lucky Lo, helped by Kang Dharma. Very tumben-tumbenan," said Ais.
He was sticking the letters from the folded paper on a large cardboard. Put it together first to form the sentence 'Menu'.
"I was also shocked when Sarip kang nawarin himself. He is right, Dharma kang's hand," said another friend.
"Don't nobody make him comfortable now" said Ais
"Gee... Could be that,"
They are having a problem with the Dharma kang who suddenly wants to take part in the implementation of our bazaar tomorrow. It's hard to predict what he's looking for. Is it purely because he wants to help, because he was once the keeper of our tryout or indeed like other friends think. If there is someone who makes it comfortable. But who, if you remember one class seems comfortable all with the Dharma kang, even joy. Kang Dharma doesn't look at us differently, it feels the same.
"How do you think?" My arm was so stiff I almost spilled glue on my hand. One friend was looking at me.
"What?" I don't know the line of the question.
"Any! He focused on himself from earlier!" He said annoyed that I was loading with what they meant.
"The Dharma?" I interrupt, I listen. But, indeed, not to talk.
"Yes, who else?!"
I shrugged, "Where do I know, who does she feel comfortable with" I said.
Ais staring.
"What?" much
"I think you are," he said.
All eyes were then on me.
"What?"
"Yes, the one in Dharma's direction," explained Ais.
"Not ah! Ngawur," elakku.
"Eh, yes... Your most! The rumor about kang Dharma that Ning Nada sent you to keep you home yesterday is right?" add other.
"Kok me? Not ah! Ngawur you! I'm who?" My objection.
"Yes...That's the hell, right! You're the reason Dharma wants to help us!" Now I am getting more convinced.
"Well yeah... If you ask for it again, make help ngurusin this bazar.
"To the Dharma again?" my many assured
"About? After coming home yesterday is there again?" ask me Ais.
I quickly pulled my lips. "Nothing, that's it.'' I hope I can cover my nervousness.
"Who, then, is the child in our class who is being sought by the Dharma kang?" The question bounced back among our concerns.
Some are self-reflecting, some are then chimed if they only hallucinate. Whether it's true or not, I don't really care. The important thing is that I'm not the main culprit he's among all of us right now.
Late at night we finished finishing our artwork. Even with makeshift ingredients, and what it is but still satisfied because it is done together. Tomorrow will be our last bazaar, a beautiful memory before we will be apart.
The hall that became our place had started to desolate. The other classes have returned to the cottage area. There are also some who decide to overtime, because there is still something unresolved.
The discussion of Dharma has stopped since no one knows the answer to their own question. There are even those who confess to each other who eventually make entertainment between us.
I saw the night sky through the window of the hall. A vast expanse full of stars. Full moon seems to be offering half its rays, making the sky not as dark as usual.
"Udah's got everything, right? Let's go back!" Ais already carrying cardboard boxes that have been completed in ornament for tomorrow. I also brought a cardboard box containing other equipment.
"Already, come!" My reply.
The other friend got up. Although it looks light but it turns out to make our bodies feel sore too.
Everything was clean and all brought. We both went back to the cottage.
"Udah sleepy not yet, I'm hungry, nih," said Ais.
"Make noodles, yuk.." I bargained.
"Kneel!"
Arriving in the kitchen area I leave my stuff to one of my friends. To put in the room. Aisha did the same.
We then headed to the kitchen. Buy two instant noodles at the cafeteria copration after that cook in the kitchen.
Understandably, santri can only cook instant noodles. Because there is only that. It also provides just that. For other foods, there are already dhalem or cooking mothers. The kitchen can also be used santri when all other activities are completed. That means on nights like this or vacation time.
Santri is now more awake food. Different from the old days. To eat, they have to cook for themselves. No stove, no pawonan. A type of brick, which is stacked to form a rectangle and he tops it in a hollow for a pedestal.
Not infrequently if the parents used to provide many santri ingredients for cooking. Such as rice, sugar, kitchen spices and so on. Maybe that's why, old-time students when out of the cottage they can directly practice their knowledge. Because their tirakat, made barokah his knowledge.
But that does not mean that santri is currently lacking. Still, even if it's not worth it. It's just that at this time the tirakatnya can not know the news of the outside world, can not play sosmed, kuper, and certainly they are less aware of the times.
As the age grew, human behavior gradually changed his thinking. In the old days, no electric person could still be calm.
You can even take the time to teach the Qur'an under small lanterns. Right now, electricity is everywhere. Just die for a while, sometimes can make a day of salary in liburkan. Activity at rest. It's still about electricity, what about the others. Social media especially. SD children already understand very well how to pick up the phone, already understand very well if we type Google what we want to know answered all there. There is no longer a jumping rope game, or marbles the existence of legendary cars, games with many variants and attractions to make children feel at home with their phones.