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EPS 106 FIRE

EPS 106 FIRE

That night the sky above Santren Mountain where the Pesantren Ksatrian Santri was very dark. Black clouds covered most of its landscape so dark, making the atmosphere so mystical and gripping. No human voices or sighs were heard. Everyone has fallen asleep in their dreams.

Suddenly the sky became bright. Scrolls of fire as big as huts in the fields shot through the darkness of the sky above the big hill. The fireball came down quickly, smashing into the entrance gate of a village until it burned down. Continuously rolling, leaving a trail of intense fire in every object that passed through it. A moment later the fire stopped in front of a large building, Pondok Pesantren Ksatrian Santri.

The flames that burned the village gates around the hut grew bigger. In the push of the dry season wind, the flames spread everywhere. Trees, flower crops, farm crops, and residential residents. Many villagers who did not have time to save themselves because it was too deep with his sleep. Some of the teak forest surrounding the hut was also burned.

‘Aakh!’

“Hot! Fire please!”

There were cries for help and noise everywhere. Most of them panicked and shocked to see his house know-how shrouded in fire. There were also those who did not realize the arrival of the great blaze, then suddenly he felt hot, sick and difficult to breathe because his house was surrounded by fire. There are also those who did not have time to ask for help while being good at sleep, then the fall of the roof that was burned roasted his body alive.

Meanwhile, the scroll of fire grew smaller and smaller and changed with the figure of a human body that stood upright looking at the empty building. Even though the fire was extinguished, but the entire body of the Demon Baaapati still gave off a smoldering red light. Let alone humans, even demons created from fire might shudder at his figure.

Pondok Pesantren Ksatrian Santri is located in the middle of the valley of a large hill with a height of about 600 meters above sea level. People call the hill by the name of Mount Santren. Mount Santren is a dead mountain in the middle, surrounded by a cluster of mountains that extend starting from the beach and ending at the main mountain, namely mount gede. 

At the top of Mount Santren are the tombs of the spreaders of Islam in the area. Most of them are relatives and ancestors of Kyai Badrussalam. Mount Santren is an exotic hill with its extraordinary natural beauty, the distance from the foot of the hill to the top is about five meters and can only be passed on foot. There was a stepped road that numbered around ninety-nine steps.

The villages around Mount Santri include Kejawar, Lumajang, Ciregol, Beji, Mount Santren and Pancoran. At the foot of the north hill in Beji village there is an ancient mosque that is the same age as the old Grand Mosque, the Darussalam Mosque which is a historic mosque that is still firmly standing in accordance with its original shape.

Many people take the time to make a pilgrimage to that place.

The intense fire and the noise woke the residents of Pesantren. They saw the sky to the east that looked brightly lit red. Instantly the atmosphere became crowded. Some young santri and ustadaz ran towards the place, intending to provide help.

“Please! Ah Panaaas!”

While in the pesantren there is also a furore. They were confused because the two leaders, Kyai Badrussalam and Panembahan Mbah Iro, were out looking for Rich Pranaja.

“Mas Andika how is this? Look at the forest around the pesantren has been burned,” exclaimed Alimin in a row.

Andika who just woke up and was busy reading Kalimasada fiber gasped in shock. Looking at Alimin's face like disbelief.

“Fire?”

Alimin nodded quickly.

“Iya, mas! The fire is getting closer to our boarding house. Don't you feel the heat?”

Andika got up from her seat, then walked towards the door. From the front of the door he saw a blaze that was burning the teak forest outside the pesantren. Huh huh? Andika was stunned, there was a fire. It was strange, why didn't he feel the heat? Do you even feel the cold enveloping him? His inner.

“Mas Andika! How do you even daydream?”

“Miriam? I had to save him,” he said suddenly.

Alimin became upset, then patted Andika on the shoulder.

“Miryam's condition is fine, as long as our pesantren does not burn,” he said reminding Andika. “Right now that needs to be done how to save pesantren.”

Without answering Alimin's words, Andika's body flew out of her clinic room. He saw the students who looked panicked, standing in front of their respective rooms. It was seen that Mukhsin Bae was arranging so that they would not panic and remain calm. They look obedient with the most senior santri in this pesantren.

“Quiet! No one leaves until there is an order! If we are forced to leave this boarding school, follow the evacuation route that you have practiced first. Remember?” ask Mukhsin Bae.

“Remember!” the santri replied in unison.

Andika patted her own eel. He just remembered that Abah Kyai Badrussalam was not in the boarding school. He went with Panembahan Mbah Iro to find Pranaja. Usually, if Abah is traveling, the affairs of the boarding school he who took over according to the mandate of the Kyai. Then he looked at Alimin who was standing behind him.

“Eh, Alimin, gather all senior santri and ustadz. Ask them to prepare for the fire. Find any bucket or container that can be used, then fill it with water to the full.,” he said.

“How about the santri mas?”

“See the situation later. In the meantime, let them stay on standby in front of their respective rooms. Ask the ustadzah to accompany them, so as to remain calm. Read the dhikr and the prayer of the repellent of reinforcements together with a loud voice.”

Alimin nodded his head in understanding. Then it immediately moved leaving Andika who was still fixated on seeing the flame. Still he felt astonished, why did the heat of the fire not affect him?

Jlegs! Jlegs!

There was the sound of feet coming right behind him. Andika turned her head, it turned out Raden Mas Parto and Eyang Penatus. Wearing the robe of his own greatness, they look ready to fight against the dangers that are already in sight.

“Eh, grandpa! I'm sorry I forgot about you. I should not neglect the guests who come to this boarding school,” Andika said unkindly.

“No need to worry Andika. It's our problem together, there's no way we can just stand idly by,” Raden Mas Parto said.

“Don't look at us as someone else Andika. We are family,” continued Eyang Penatus.

Andika smiled widely.

“Thanks grandpa. We just need to prepare ourselves before the fire seeps into the pesantren,” he said.

“There's nothing you need to worry about Andika,”

One voice surprised them.

“Miryam?”