My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
Razia

my conversation and Maryam only got there, when I returned to the room I went straight to the bathroom to get ready to go to the mosque to pray the congregation magrib. after congregational prayer because this Sunday night there is no scheduled study between classes, but replaced by reading albarjanji with all santri sons and daughters guided by ustadz and ustadzah. the reading of albarjanji went solemnly and Hidmat.on completion as usual we prepared our respective textbooks for the mutual mutholaah and it lasted an hour and a half counting from eight o'clock. half ten of us were all preparing to rest together, but our routine before going to bed was to go to the bathroom just to brush our teeth and wash our faces, someone to the cafeteria for a while, or else, the most important thing after ten o'clock in the night should not be anyone out of their respective rooms.

I change my clothes with the usual sleepwear I wear, then I title the floor mattress right in front of my closet because our beds fit the position of each closet. I saw that Asyila had fallen asleep with her face covered by a blanket, whether she was really asleep or just wanted to hide herself. I couldn't see clearly because our sleeping position was blocked by the other four female students, but it was clear since this afternoon that she had avoided me.

as time went on, one by one the princesses in my room began to be busy with their dreams, I don't know what they dreamed of, but my eyes still can't be reconciled. I turned my body to the left and to the right, still the same.The eyes can not be invited to cooperate even if just close the eyes. I don't know what's bothering my mind but it's clear this heart is agitated for no reason. I decided to go to the bathroom just to get some ablution water, maybe it'll be a little quieter, I thought. I picked up my brown hijab hanging from the closet door, I stepped into the bathroom, but suddenly the sound of someone knocking on my door.

"assalamualaikum, ukhti please open this door ustadzah Farida" he said as he continued to knock on the door

"waalaikumsalam wr wb, yes ustadzah for a moment" answered me who immediately opened the door to my room

one by one I woke up all the princess santri who were still sound asleep. After waking up we were all asked to leave the room, not only my room but all the princess santri rooms. sure enough, we were all asked to leave the room, it turns out that there is a raid Akbar is a raid that has been routinely done here but no one knows when it will be done. because only the ustadzah knows, even the satri manager was not told. because it is a rule, Akbar raids are only carried out by ustadzah who have served, so that when found something that is considered to violate the rules of the cottage can be trusted or not hidden from each other. because of his usual if fellow santri members will cover each other.

"for those whose closet doors are locked, please keep the keys above their respective cabinets" continued Farida ustadzah accompanied by Mila's ustadzah

outside we all hope to be anxious, for fear that something is wrong that belongs to the category of violating the rules of the cottage.not least I, was busy inviting these eyes to be able to cooperate, not least, precisely now not only my eyes but my feelings are also the same. I don't know what will be ustadzah find in my closet, I, although actually there will be nothing just this heart was afraid of being forgotten.as well as others busy with their own thoughts, nervous, afraid to mix into one.