My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
nostalgically

"assalamualaikum," Mary and I went in and said their greetings

"walaikum salam wr wb" answered assyila with a smile

"how is the situation of shil, has it been quiet?" said Maryam while hugging tightly the assyila who alternated with me, as if it had not been together for a long time.that's how we, sometimes it looks more than usual circumstances, considered normal, but this is an expression of our affection despite being friends for three years because we were met in this lodge, but we loved each other. still remember the first time we entered this cottage, I saw a woman crying in the corner of the room, her tiny body her face was pure white. When I approached her, there was no response at all. she just focused with her cries, she just focused with her cries, I touched her hand trying to calm her down.

"early enter the cottage is not good, separate from the parents anything done by themselves ranging from eating, drinking, washing dishes, washing clothes, cleaning everything anyway all self-paced. because the purpose of the cottage is that, we are trained to be independent. if a day is still not at home try a week, still not at home also try a month, still the same try a year, still not,,,"

"that's when she's at home" she suddenly stopped crying and cut my words

"Alhamdulillah already want to talk" I said while trying to smile kindly at him

"meaning?" he seemed confused by what I said just now

"who is hee, who is Shidqia nurain, who is anti?"

"Maryam azzulfa, Syukron has stopped crying"

"ma'asyukri" I replied with a smile

"ana's the first time I went to the hospital, so it's not unusual to be away from my parents" she started telling me without asking

"maybe, just take the money first defused" he got up and opened his closet, after which we went out to the canteen, there are still not many santri who come because it should be tomorrow santri and santriwati entrance schedule new or old back to the cottage again. I have been used to come the day before the schedule back to the cottage, I do not know, the reason is not to bother busy cleaning the things I bring, so if tomorrow santriwati has started to be crowded and busy cleaning up their things, so that they will have their things done, I've been sitting back and just watching them or doing other activities.

"is it okay to wear the same pants tight tops in this cottage?" suddenly Mary's steps stopped

"it's impossible" I replied directly

"continue that?" Maryam pointed to someone not far from us

"maybe a guest who wants to meet his sodara who mondok here maybe" I said trying to husnudzon

"his wealth is not deh, but he uses nametag tilimidah jadidah (santri/new students)" continued Maryam again, it is already a rule here for new santri are required to use nametag for several days. the reason is to be easily recognized by ustadz or ustadz and ustadzahs who teach during the introductory process is completed.

"why? speaking me?" suddenly the person we were talking about approached, maybe he felt noticed by me and Maryam.

"yes, we are strange to see women in clothes that are rich in materials" I replied with a slightly taut tone

"why is that, anyway? it's none of your business, is it?" his words again with a tone that is no less sniffy than me

"eummm, maybe it's more appropriate that it's our religious affairs, sorry if you feel bad by our attitude.just do you not feel uncomfortable wearing such rich clothes here? actually, not only that, but we are both Muslims, it would be nice if you wear looser clothes so that your aura is perfectly covered especially our environment now also supports" clearly Maryam is long