Islam Learning Fasting
33. Tarev

Islam leaned against the walls of the mosque with a full stomach, after the Maghrib prayer he had spent two portions of food, even now breathing was difficult.

"My stomach hurts," Ali who is now stroking his stomach.

"How your stomach doesn't hurt, you eat three plates" Kristian said.

"His name is hungry too."

"We all have to be patient, this is still the beginning" said Sarifuddin made Ali, Kristian and Abirama surprised.

"You mean?" ask Abirama.

"We've fasted one day so the rest of the 29 days," he replied making them surprised instead of playing.

"What are you really?" kristian.

"Where have I ever lied."

Kristian threw his body on the floor with his fatigue.

"Could die a man like this" she was sad.

The sound of azan reverberating melodious and who else if not Akbar who chanted it made the atmosphere now become silent, no one spoke. Santri and pesantren cottage managers are now flocking to the mosque.

"Azan again?" whisky Christian.

Sarifuddin raised both his hands and rubbed his face. He rose up to make Islam, Christianity, Abirama and Ali look up.

"Where are you going?" ask Abirama.

"Sholat isya" he replied.

Inevitably they just follow what Sarifuddin did exactly like children. When Sarifuddin prostrated to the prayer rug then they will also bow down, if Sarifuddin rukuk then they will also rukuk, no difference like a boy who follows his mother who is praying.

Isya prayer is now carried out and led by Rahman, well as Rahman returned from Arabia now Rahman who replaced Akbir who was always the imam of the mosque.

Islam turns left and right after the imam says his salutation as a closing sign of prayer. After the Islamic prayer is finished Abah Habib then went up to the pulpit and gave a little opening sentence of Ramadan and his gratitude for the fasting today went smoothly.

Islam leaned its back against the wall, it felt like this body was very tired after facing the problems today. Ali, who was lying on the floor propping up his head, looked up at Abah Habib who was still talking up there.

"What the hell is the old man?" ask Ali.

Kristian scratched his head while yawning wide enough, he was really sleepy.

"Din!"

Sarifuddin.

"When is it over?" ask Kristian.

"Patience!"

Kristian poked her lips and then scratched.

"The feeling of the servant if he goes to church is not this long," he said.

Abah Habib stepped down from the pulpit making everyone get up and stand on their respective safes. Sarifuddin got up and furrowed his eyebrows because he felt strange. Sarifuddin glanced at the side that looked empty, there was no Islam, Christianity, Abirama and Ali.

"Hey! Where are you going?!!" sarifuddin shouted after finding those who were seen stepping towards the exit.

"Well, come back" replied Islam casually.

"Where to?"

Ali smacked his lips, this slanted guy always asked.

"Lu stupid huh? Well, go to the room and use it again lo," upset Ali.

"Why go to the room? Prayer is not finished yet" he protested.

"Huh? Christian gawking. "What was that?" ask Kristian.

"That's the new isya prayer, not tarawih prayer. Now we want to pray tarawih," he explained.

His fourth face was decorative, his hope to sleep and relax was just a delusion. They then returned to their original positions and stood on the last saf. The recitation of the Qur'an was recited and they carried it out by force.

The heavily sleepy Christian would occasionally yawn and rub his reddened eyes while occasionally scratching his itchy neck. In the same place Abirama who remained silent was busy staring at the ceiling of the mosque in blue and staring carefully at the calligraphy writing that was up there. Sometimes Abirama takes a rough breath and tidies the loose sheath.

"When did it end?" ali whispered towards Islam who meggeleng do not know.

Ali's legs were no longer standing upright, which he felt was aching all over his body. His shoulders were not firm anymore even his shoulders looked one-sided.

Sarifuddin turned to the left and right to close his prayer and then he rubbed his face making other Muslims follow. After that Islam, Christianity, Abirama and Ali quickly rose from the prayer rug intending to come out again from the mosque with a happy face.

"Where else are you going?" sarifuddin asked, making their steps stop.

"What else?" ali was annoyed by his face that looked like he wanted to cry.

"That was it!" Show Islam.

"That's two rakaats."

"How many prayers tarawih? How much?" asked Kristian who now stepped closer to Sarifuddin and stood in his initial position.

Inevitably Islam, Abirama and Ali returned to their safes and stood with tired faces.

"Tarawih prayer there are eight rakaat and there are three rakaat for the witir and then twenty rakaat for prayer after the witir," he explained making them wide in shock.

"What is it really?" surprised Ali.

"Where have I ever lied."

Islam poked his lips and tidied his peckers violently.

"It can kill me if I'm like this," he said.

"If prayer can make people mampus maybe I have been extinct since the age of five years," explained Sarifuddin.

"Yes, yes believe me," upset Islam.

Tarawih prayers are carried out with great solemnity and so are the four of them who are forced to participate in tarawih prayers even though they sometimes whisper to each other asking when the end of tarawih prayers.

...***...

Islam stepped down the steps with a sleepy face, not much different from the three friends. After praying with compulsion it was finally their prayer completed as well.

"Din, that's the bottom floor for santri too?" ask Abirama.

"Oh that's for the santriwati" he replied.

"Who is the woman?" ask Kristian.

"Murid woman," he answered again, who now wears his back.

The three nodded, Islam turned to look at Ali who was pacing in front of the stairs as if busy looking for something.

"Li! Don't you want to go home?" ask Islam.

"Wait on! I don't exist, "he answered, busy looking.

Islam shook his head, he then stepped away along with the others without caring for Ali who was shouting back there asking to be waited for.

"So there's also a female student here?" ask Abirama.

"There's."

"But I never saw."

"So they were separated from the santri. Their residence is also there so it is difficult for us to meet," he explained.

"Woy!!!" yelled Ali who was now running behind there with breathless making the four of them look back.

"Anjirt lo yah left me!" annoyed Ali who is still short of breath.

"You too, or the old."

"Well, his name also looks for sandals" replied Ali.

Islam furrowed his brows staring in wonder at the white sandals that Ali was wearing. As Islam recalls earlier Ali only used flip-flops but now he wears sandals that look branded.

"Whose scandal?" Show Islam makes everything look down at Ali's feet.

"Oh, is it cool?" ask her while moving her legs in turn.

"Where are you from?"

"It was in front of the stairs" he replied casually.

"Lo yah?" Show Islam.

"Pinjem" replied Ali.

"If it's the same thing that's got how?" sarifuddin asked who looked frightened.

"A very stupid fool" he answered casually and then walked away.

...***...

"Where is this slipper?" ask Abah Habib who did not find his sandals.

"Where did Abah keep it?" ask Akbar.

"Here in front of the stairs" replied Abah Habib.