BROMOCORAS
Competitions

This morning the sky looks so bright. There's no cloud. The pure white clouds were like a bunch of sheep dancing in the sky. Sometimes the sun seems embarrassed to show itself and choose to hide behind a cloud. Birds also seem to choose to dance rather than sing between the branches of trees.

Beyond all the natural charm. There are different in Pondok Hidayah. This morning, Kyai Aminudin gathered all the santri in the courtyard of Pesantren. There is important news, the santri said.

Ajimukti stood in front of his room leaning against the door frame of his room while smoking a cigarette tucked between his fingers. Dullah was still in the bathroom not far from their room.

Several times the gaze of Ajimukti collided with the eyes of the arrogant santri who passed in front of his room. No greeting each other as where it should be. There are traces of ridicule that may have been traditred among the santri.

Shortly thereafter, Dullah was seen coming out of the bathroom. Only wear original strapped sarongs and white t-shirts also wrapped in towels. His hands held a dipper that contained some toiletries.

"What the hell is it, Mas?" Dullah asked curiously to see the students walking towards the pesantren yard.

"What I heard, he said Kyai Aminudin wanted to give important news. I see, Lek."

"What do you think is going on, Mom?"

Ajimukti just raises his shoulders.

Dullah immediately went into the room, changed the sheath and put on his cocoa and hunchback.

"We're there now, Mommy?" Ask later on Ajimukti.

"Now it's okay, Lek."

Just a few steps away from his room, Manan knew he was approaching them.

"You, Manan." Sapa Dullaj.

"You know what news is important?" Ask Ajimukti later.

"You'll know later." His words closed with a little laugh.

Ajimukti just shook his head.

Meanwhile, in the yard some of the students were lined up neatly waiting for the arrival of Kyai Aminudin. Ajimukti, Dullah, Manan and some of the newly arrived santri in the courtyard immediately joined the existing ranks.

Ajimukti stood behind Khalil and Imam. But he didn't see Budi either.

"Where's Budi?" Inner Ajimukti after tolah toleh left right did not find the figure of Budi.

Soon Kyai Aminudin came followed by several Boarding Directors. Including those who at that time served the registration of Ajimukti and Dullah. Seeing his Kyai's arrival, the pesantren's courtyard instantly became silent without the slightest sound.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Kyai Aminudin said a greeting and then answered simultaneously by all students.

"Do you know why I collect you here?"

Hearing that all the students just looked at each other.

"Yes, today I want to tell you something important. That Pondok Pesantren we are given confidence again to participate in the competition between pesantren in East Java. Competitions whatever. It's different from last year. This year the organizers want from each boarding school to send one of their students to attend the speech in Arabic."

Hearing that all the students looked at each other again. The atmosphere that had been quiet now began to sound a little whisper between students.

"As we know, in pesantren we are not focused on Arabic. So for the students who feel capable please send the format of the speech in Arabic to the lodge manager no later than one week after this."

"This is not a play. So I hope the one who signed up can really. Because this concerns the good name of Pondok Pesantren Hidayah. You understand?"

"Understand me, Kyai." Santri's voice returned in unison.

Kyai Aminudin closed the information this morning. Then walk back to his residence followed by the pesantren.

Now without command, all the students scattered to leave the pesantren yard. Their conversation about the information conveyed by Kyai Aminudin was heard coming into contact with each other among several hordes.

Ajimukti and Dullah also left the page.

"What news, Mom. Uh yummy."

Ajimukti just smiles.

"Are you interested in coming, Mas?"

Ajimukti turned towards Dullah while frowning.

"That's the same as opening up, Lek."

Dullah.

"I'm still curious. Why doesn't Budi look too, Lek?"

"Let's go, Lek. No more shitting."

Dullah again stupefied.

Meanwhile, it's not far from them. Khalil and Imam seemed to be having a serious conversation as well.

"It's a pity that this competition is different from last year's competition." Khalil said to the Imam.

"Yes. Where I have prepared. Uh, change the theme. Shit." Sahut Imam looked disappointed.

"Now who would dare to participate in the competition held this year?"

The priest raises his shoulders. "Come, Lil. Maybe there's no."

"Yes. No one would dare to come. How come there's a santri here who can speak Arabic?"

"Nothing at all. Where it must be the theme is dilotre ya. Memorized for free."

"Yes free. Yes if you get a theme that has been memorized, if different themes. It's over."

"I'm afraid of my plan to maintain being the best santri of the year."

"Yes, Mama. My father must be disappointed."

"It must also have been a shock to hear this news, Lil."

""It's definitely that, Mam."

Khalil and Imam showed their disappointed faces. It all turned out to be nothing like what they imagined.

Meanwhile in Ajimukti's room.

"Sampeyan look not earlier mas face panicked santri hear news about competition what is it?"

"Yes, Lek. I wonder why they look so sweet. Hmmm."

Dullah took off his hunchback and rubbed his head.

"Not yet, Mom. Kyai Aminudin also seemed very agitated to report about the competition earlier."

"It's possible that it's very influential for this cottage, Lek."

"If that's for sure, my. The question is, what is the effect, Mas?"

"Yes could go back to the pamor, Lek."

"Yes, Mas. Not su'udzon. But it seems that the prestige and outside view are very influential for Kyai Aminudin."

"It seems so, Lek. Wasn't it clear from the beginning from his words?"

Dullah nodded in understanding.

"It's the same as using religion as a mask for profit, huh?"

"Yes that's it. And it's no stranger, Lek. Many sycophants and business people hide behind the name of a religious organization. Because they feel safe there. It won't make people suspicious. Such a thing is greatly enraged by Allah, Lek."

"Na'udzubillah, Mother. May we be kept away from that kind of nature. Defined from the greedy nature of what is always the preferred advantage."

Ajimukti.

"We'd better start moving, Lek."

Dullah frowned.

"Mas Aji mean?"

"Yes, maybe we should start now. Infiltrate the minds of those here slowly from now on."

Dullah smiled. This is what he was waiting for. A move that had been planned from the beginning seemed to be about to begin.

Ajimukti rests his head on the wall of the room. Sucking a cigarette in his hand and exhaling strong smoke. As if he wanted all his burden to be exhaled along with the puff of cigarette smoke.

Seriate...