My Life In Pesantren
My Decision
**One month after I left school, I could no longer hear about my two best friends, sitting in the middle of my house, sitting in my chair,, I'm playing my little samsung, and there's only one game. I don't know, I forgot the name of the game that's obviously the shape of the box... those who have touched old school may know, because they have no work, my heart is very saturated, I decided to play a game,,, my mother also went out somewhere.... "uuhhh,, so saturated.." said I'm upset, "maen where ya, but I'm lazy to go.." said I grumbled, "Nis, here.." said someone from the direction of the kitchen who was none other than my third brother.. older sister name Intan. "yes ka... what's the matter..???" ask me curiously. "we make rye , there happens to be vegetable nails, brother is also a bit hungry.." said my brother... in my village nail plants often we run,, it feels really good. "well, I'm also a laper.." said I approve...
A few moments later. "you get rice on the table . "my sister's pinta, I take it. . And my sister takes the plate from the nearby plate shelf,, let's eat.." I said as I fed the rice and some of the ferns that had been in the middle.... "mom want??" ask my mother who then entered from the back door. "you are first, you are not hungry.." said my mother. "well," I said briefly**...
after finishing eating....
"uuhhh, I'm full of feet.." I said to my sister. "eat it if you eat it don't get so full," said my brother warning me.. I just smiled in response to what my sister said....
I sat at the end of the bed, looking at social media on my tiny phone. After the magrib prayer I was free, like, anywhere... just waiting for the prayer to be more free... I'm the one who is busy pulling the narik up to the bottom of the facebook homepage. "uuuhhh,,, can only pull the narik homepage ajah,,, really nothing exciting.." I said with annoyance... "why nis???" said my mother who then came to me who was in my room. "no papa kok ma,, again saturated.." said I gave an excuse to my mother. "oh, that's it.." my mother said. "oh yes, ma'am, ma'am, what's the matter here ....???" ask me... "no papa, there are things you want to ask me to son.." said the mother who made me curious.. "what does ma'am???.. don't let me get married again..!!" I said guess. "I don't want to ah,, I still want to be single.." I said with an annoyed face. "jeez.. who wants to marry you.. There's a man now...???" ask my mother. "hehe, right now a lot of people are jilwin.." I said. (JILWIN) is the language in my village which means (Bijil Kawin) means...
" no boy.." said my mother.. "then what..??" ask me.. " Gini son, you have graduated Junior High, and you want to do it, you want to go to school.. Entering while at school, do you want Mondok doang...??? ask my mother..
"Hhmmmm, I don't know ma'am I think I thought I used to." said I "but son if the mother's school has no fees, pa again mondok while school, surely the cost is great... but if it's just a goiter, I'll do it.." explained my mother.. "Yes already , how do you want mother only.want school I am ok, manu two of them can also, want goiter is also not papa... as long as the mother is able to equip my life later.." said I gave the mother ease. "well then the mother decided yes.you just go over the water, hopefully you don't mind.." said mother.. "Dad ma'am ingsya allah..Where am I mondok ma'am???" ask me. "at the boarding school ROJAUL HUDA KADONG DONG.." said my mother.. Kadong dong is the name of the pesantren that I live in... "Alright nisa has decided nisa has agreed to this.." said I. "thankfully, mother so relieved to hear it.." said my mother.. I just smiled looking at my happy mother's face after hearing the answer from me...