My Senior My Boy
One Room Friends

It feels heavy when I will realize we will be far apart, especially I am the youngest child who is most spoiled than the others. But reality is in sight and I must be prepared for what is now happening to this new life in this place.

Umi Ainun, one of the pesantren managers who is currently right in front of me to take me to the dormitory and choose the room that I will occupy.

“Do you feel bad here son, Zia?” ask her.

“ Little Umi…. But I'm gapapa kok.” answered me with a little nervousness.

“Ah is okay, someday you will get used to kok.” he said gently.

I only nodded hearing the response from Umi Ainun.

Up to one medium-sized room, with four beds and a medium-sized closet. Looks like three girls my age who turned out to have been here since graduating SD, so it looks much different at all, right? You could say I was late to enter here because I refused, but Umi continued to persuade me and finally I agreed in because Abi did not allow me to go to school anywhere other than in this place. Sadistic right? I am a person who wants to continue my education.

Umi introduced me to them and vice versa.

“Assalamaicum."

“Waalaikumsalam” answer the three santri simultaneously

“Kids introduce this new santriwati who will keep this room with you.”

“ Please introduce yourself to them, Nak.”

“Good, Umi.”

“Include my name Aziana Zahra, just call Zia. From Jakarta here with the intention to study the same as you. I hope not to trouble you guys for choosing this room.” Mouthed

“ Wah... kok, we are even happy because there is a new temen.” Answer one of the santri.

“ Introduce my name Aisyah, this is Rara, and Yuri.” The two other students greeted me with friendly smiles.

“The introduction is quite yes. later in continue again, Umi there is a little work so must pay first. Assalamualaikum.”

“ Fine, Umi.. waalaikumsalam” Answer us simultaneously.

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In one of the senior dormitory santri putra was seen a teenage boy who was staring out the window of his room. With a face that is difficult to interpret.

“ Who is he?” ask in the heart.

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But today the smile of knots engraved on the lips revealed the shape of her dimples that were so sweet. I don't know what he was thinking about that made his attitude that way. Not far outside the entrance came a man of his age named Hadi into the room without a sound with the intention to surprise his friend.

“ Assalamualaikum, woii.!” yelled the man.

“Astaghfirullahal’azim.. Waalaikumsalam, you ngaggetin me aja.” contact her with a face of shock.

“Abis bengong mulu her hell you. Your face is also why is it red?

“Aihh nothing kok.” elaknya

“Alah do not have to lie deh.kita ni have been here a long time, an Azam if lying really seems to know.”

“Iyadeh, By. Same you can not lie.. haha” said Azam with a small laugh.

He realized that Hadi was the only friend he could not lie to.

“ I want nanya, There is a new santriwati huh?”

"Kok you know?" Ask her astonishment.

“It seems so, I passed in front of the office there was a foreign girl. Why emang? Connect again.

“ Not really, it looked like I wanted out musholla.” answered.

"Hayoo has a crush... Ciee" ledek Hadi

"You're just a random person.I'm just his name." His eagle.

"Was... Really no" again the temptation of his friend made him smile annoyed.

"Yes, really, it's there" Azam kicked out.

“huu's... Kirain what was.”ujar Hadi.

Shaking Azam's head immediately busied himself so that Hadi did not continue to tease him, so Azam was forced to not be able to discuss too much about the santriwati. Hadi was the closest friend to Azam whatever he did was always his companion. But , for this he could not explain to Hadi, because he himself did not know what he felt at this time.