Competing Love With Ustadz
First Day in Pesantren

Allahuakbar...

The voice of Adzan Dzuhur reverberated, Zayn who was still standing in front of the gate was called by Ustadz Azmi the senior manager who was 9th in the boarding school.

Zayn lazily followed the orders of Ustadz Azmi to the mosque located on the second floor in the middle of the class santriwan and santriwati.

Zayn climbed the steps of the mosque behind Ustadz Azmi. But his steps came to a halt as Ustadz Azmi looked back.

"Loh you're not wudhu?"

"Your ablution?" Zayn asked back.

"Yes, the one who performs the obligatory prayer abides to remove the minor hadas."

"You are also not ablution."

"I was ablution before calling you!"

"Ahh I can't believe, In fact your face is dry."

"Astaghfirullah's... He's really testing my patience." Inner Ustadz Azmi.

"Alright, Let's take ablution." to relieve emotions, Ustadz Azmi returned ablution as well as accompanying Zayn.

Zayn wudhu quickly like a regular face wash. That made Zayn back in reprimand by Ustadz Azmi.

"Why ablution is like an express train, Do you not read Do'a."

"It's memorized out of the head," said Zayn who immediately whined away.

Ustadz Azmi shook his head again and followed Zayn up to the mosque.

•••

Afternoon Day.

Zayd was astonished to see the long queue in front of the bathroom, The number of students who are much unbalanced with the number of bathrooms, making the students have to wait patiently waiting for the queue to take a shower. If you do not want to put up a waiting body, Santri will make a line of their toiletries such as a dipper or bath box as a sign of their queue. Zayn, who was impatient, kicked the toiletries to shorten the queue.

this makes a commotion santri who has the queue.

"Don't you know how to line up?" ask one of the students who did not receive the toiletries in the kick.

"It looks like you don't know how to queue until your toiletries have to queue up" Zayn said.

"New boy, how dare to fight us" another triak.

"Indeed need to be beaten so as not to run over."

A fight ensued between Zayn and the santri who helped gang up on Zayn to make Ustadz Azmi who heard the commotion come through.

"What is this, Udah want Adzan magrib you guys even make a fuss."

"He's the Tadz who started."

"New kids don't know themselves!"

"You again?" ask Ustadz Azmi on Zayn.

"I will not make a fuss if you provide a bathroom in every room" said Zayn who left Them and canceled his intention to take a shower.

"Astaghfirullah azim." Ustadz Azmi could only shake his head.

Zayn got into his bed upset, The ease he used to get in his house was completely inversely proportional to his condition in the pesantren. In the past when at home with comfort Zayn can soak with satisfaction in the bathroom, But in pesantren let alone soak, Just a bath is difficult.

"Look at the son of a rich man is not going to take a bath because he does not want to queue." taunted one of the students who roomed with him.

"Even though I haven't taken a bath in a week your body still loses its fragrance and my good looks will never wear off just because I don't shower" said Zayn.

"He's so arrogant."

"Former model."

"Model stray, Hahaha..."

The santri continued to talk about it with mocking laughter.

•••

After performing the magrib prayer, Now is the time for the students to eat dinner, Dinner at the boarding school is clearly much different from dinner at home what else in a fancy restaurant.

Here the santri must queue while carrying a stainless dinner tray as a substitute for dishes.

Zayn who used to live a luxurious life saw the situation made himself upset and returned to nagging himself.

"What the fuck, is this a boarding school or a prison?"

"Why?" santri was standing in front of Zayn.

"Only inmates use plates like this."

"It's better, in another pesantren you have to eat together on banana leaves with a potluck side dish."

"Oh my goodness, if only I hadn't felt so hungry, I wouldn't have done this." Inner Zayn.

Finally Zayn got a queue. But instead of being happy, Zayn was again stunned to see the side dish in his tray.

Only asem vegetables and anchovies as side dishes.

"Oh my goodness." Zayn patted her forehead.

"The long clothes, this dapetnya doang!" Zayn slammed the spoon into the tray until it made a loud enough sound.

"Thank God with the favors in front of you." a gentle greeting full of calm made Zayn turn towards the voice.

The man smiled and approached Zayn, then sat down in front of him.

"As narrated from Abu Hurairah's friend radhiyallahu'anhu, Prophet shalallahu' alaihi wa sallam bersabda,

“Prophet shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam never reproached food even once. When he tastes (likes), he eats it. When he did not like it, he left it (not eat it).” (CHR. Bukhari no. 5409 and Muslim no. 2064).

Zayn was silent at his words.

"Include Me Adnan Hafizh, Ustadz Azmi has already told you about."

Zayn shook the young Ustadz's hand. Then he noticed his face filled with fine hairs filled his jaw and chin and a thin mustache that made his appearance more handsome and charismatic.

"You Ustadz?" ask Zayn.

"The Santri called him that, But I personally still feel the santrinya Abah Hashim."

"Who is Abah Hashim?"

Adnan laughed shaking his head.

"Pak Kiai Haji Hashim Hasbullah the founder and leader of this cottage, Didn't you meet him?"

"Yet, but I didn't ask her name."

Adnan laughed again.

Adnan, who had served 17th in the boarding school, made him accustomed to meeting various characters of the students who made the Manager and other Ustadz headaches.

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