My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
My name is Called
after sports, we immediately did a picket clean-up all the yard and building pesantren cottage. ustadzah divide the students into groups of five people in each group. each group was able to clean the nanny house, mosque, musholla, cottage hall, rooms in each dormitory, yard and fish pond and much more.
"eh, uh, uh, just a quiet, silent oustadzah huh?" said Syakira who happened to be cleaning the cottage yard with me and three other people.
"what does that mean?" ask Vina
"yes, last night abis razia, usually he will start humming via speakers calling the names of loved ones" replied Syakira with language that mendratisir aka lebay.
"sssshhhhhtttt, work first later continue to talk" I who was busy sweeping the falling leaves finally mediated their chat so that the work was quickly completed before they focused on the discussion they were talking about.
"yes, yes, I think Caman is afraid of being fired as a santri" said Syakira chuckled, and I just silently ignored the lazy response.
finished cleaning the entire boarding school, all the sons and daughters lined up to take breakfast in separate kitchens, not least me. I chose to take the last queue, the last one, my stomach was not hungry because I had breakfast porridge first at rest on carpriday, I sat for a moment alone on a chair located under a large tree near the fish pond, I breathed the air this morning with a sigh of gratitude for the grace of God that still gives me life today, I looked at every corner of the beautiful cottage with eyes full of longing and hope, longing because soon I will leave this garden of heaven, hope is all I have for God, if one day I am still allowed to stay in the garden of his paradise because really, maybe I will not get an atmosphere as peaceful and beautiful as this if I was out there. again the do'a was lifted up, a simple prayer 'O Rabb, I asked simply if the time came, then meet me and unite me with him who can give an atmosphere like this, he said, a very peaceful, soothing atmosphere filled with the chants of your asthma from the sound of every corner of my house and neighborhood.I love the atmosphere of the garden of Your paradise, Your world, I love, I love every smile of the face that loves You, and I love when I always remember You as I go hand in hand with those who always call Your asthma beautifully. and I will always desire like this, I beg you to grant this simple wish, Lord, amen'.
entering the afternoon, as usual me and the other princess santri were ready to go to the mosque to pray magrib together, he said, the plan is to pray magrib which is usually filled with class studies but tonight will be held a prayer or prayer together for class XII which tomorrow will carry out the test.
ba'da isya, Istighosah is finished and we perform congregational prayers, after which we go directly to each dormitory to get ready to conduct studies in each class, respectively, but class XII special off and replaced by studying munfarid to prepare for tomorrow's test. I'm preparing the books I want to examine tonight, as well as my other friends, I know, while class X and XI were preparing to go to their respective classes of study, I suddenly heard an announcement from the ustadzah speaker ringing.
"assalamualaikum wr wb, please pay attention to all princess santri for the names called please immediately face the court room amni ie ukhti Dewi, Yessi, Asri, Salamah, Nadia, Nanda, Wulan, Dina, etc, Selly, Adiba, Syakira and lastly ukhti,, nurain"
DEG
I immediately trembled to hear my name being called to the court of amni. assyila, Widia, silmi, and my other friends who were in one room with me looked at me with questioning gazes as if asking for my explanation. because before I had never been called into that room because I had never committed a serious offense in this lodge. ah, what is this, what is my fault