Pesantren I'M In Love
4. AL -AMANAH

"Yes well for a minute, "while wearing my school uniform as usual, because I thought, I haven't got a new school uniform yet.

"Oh my God, why are you wearing your school uniform ! " mama saw me astonished.

"Finally right, Priscil Belom has a new school uniform, mah trus use what time is stripped ! "my words are upset.

"Pake clothes every day, "answered to Tyas, who arrived out of his room in neat clothes.

"Pake a daily dress ? yes it is ! " i went back to my room and changed my clothes.

"You do wear everyday clothes, okay !" I picked up a black shirt, my torn jeans on my knees and thighs, a leather jacket, a sports watch.

I also went down.

"Astagfirullah !! "say mama.

"Pfft hahahahaha !! " laughter by Tyas.

"Where are you going, those pants are you the model so all ?" ask her.

"Akh ribet is very ! so ga ? if you don't die don't do it." I'm angry

"Stop ! yes, that's it ! " father massaged his forehead, dizzy at my behavior.

We walked towards the car.

"Wait a second, here's something weird ! I don't know how I feel, "my mind.

Our car drove.

"Ko tumben, mamah sama ka Tyas follow, rich want to nganter prospective hajj aja ! rich I won't be back ! "ask me, while drinking a canned drink casually.

Ka Tyas was just giggling.

Along the way, my eyes felt sleepy, I put on earphones, then tuned music through my phone and slept.

I slept a long time ago, I opened my eyes,

"it's really weird, the feeling I slept for a long time, but ko ga until '" I thought.

Not intentionally, I saw a welcome sign. But I read the directions, I read Cire**, I rubbed my eyes, made sure I wasn't delirious.

"It's not wrong, try me to check ! "thought.

"Well, where are we going ?" I asked, finally venturing.

"Priscil I'm sorry, son, I haven't been honest about one thing, I'm afraid you ran away."

"What the hell is this ?" my panic.

"Yes, you want to be sent to the boarding school ! "answer ka Tyas relax.

"AAAAPPPAAA........?????" my yelling.

"Yes, I'm sorry we are well, you just want the best for you, baby, "soft broom my mama.

I'm shaking mama's hand, man,

"why didn't you say Priscil was the same ? Priscil doesn't want mah, Priscil doesn't want yah !" I asked, begging father and mother.

"I'm crazy ! the pesantren? akhhhh !! a metal band boy enters the pesantren !! "inner.

"Father is also not really heart, but I have to do it, for Priscil's own good, try ya dear ?" pinta daddy.

"The leader of Pesantren Cottage is a relative of father, father has spoken with him to educate you son."

I just bowed and cried.

"Where is my band ? my efforts ? is this how they fuck me ? " my inner.

"Is this how you guys cut Priscil ?" say it while crying.

"Priscill !!! what are you talking about? and where to go ! dad, mom, same as Tyas, just wanted you to change !" firmly dad.

"Dek, I'm talking about it, that's what we mean. We just want you to be a better person."

"Partially, if you are not at home, you stay home, you will pick me up again. Gini deh, ade make a covenant with mama, if you hold a year, mamah promise deh ! whatever you want, ma'am follow" said mamah, reassuring me and winning me in the nod ka Tyas and my father.

"Deall??" I asked my mother, holding my hand to shake.

"Deal !" say the three of them.

"okay !" I said while wiping my tears.

"But yeah, what is priscil business ??

"Once you can check it, via online right dad has talked to kyai Usman."

Now the car drove about 1 hour from downtown Ci****, but it has not been seen to stop. We are now passing through the forest.

What the hell is this, my mind's imagining something weird.

"Crazy Mamen, where am I going? this is the middle of nowhere ! wait..wait ! into the forest ? I was afraid, suddenly I saw a girl, who nari nari nari in the middle of the forest. Rich in horror novels, which I often read or kake grandpa use blangkon ! " murmurm.

Before long we passed through a vast expanse of rice fields, a river whose water was swift but clean. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the cool. I also see there is a village, with residents who always pass by and actively reprimand each other.

The car stopped at a boarding house, with a high gate in white, on the gate bearing the words AL-AMANAH.

The guard who was standing guard, opened the door as the father opened the car glass, it seemed like the security guard already knew the father, because from his gelagat he saluted and smiled.

The car went through a road that displayed the beauty of the place, cool, serene. Some of the rooms we passed by Mr. Roni parked the car in front of a room, which I think was the office of the leader of the ponpes. A bearded middle-aged man, wearing a white robe, a turban and holding a prayer beads, came out with a middle-aged woman, who wore a scar'i robe as if it was his wife welcoming us.

Dad, Mom, Ka Tyas, and Mr. Roni got out of the car.

Mr. Roni took out a suitcase from the trunk, it turned out that it was my suitcase, which had been mamah prepared quietly.

"Grand !" my ketus.

They shake hands and throw smiles at each other.

"Priscill ! down !" father's word.

Inevitably, it finally came down with certainty but heavily.

"Same salam umah !" pinta daddy.

"Sil, this is Kyai Usman, the leader of the ponpes, a relative of the father.

And this is Khodijah's wife, Kyai Usman, "clearly mama.

"It's Priscil, isn't it? beautiful ! but even more beautiful, if veiled, "his smile is friendly, soothing.

I was just grinning, some santriwan and santriwati who passed by excitedly.

Seeing my presence, they stared and whispered to each other, is this santri ? gunjingin the man behind, whispered...."

their gazes were varied, which obviously made me uncomfortable.

"Well, Priscil wants to go home ! Priscil promised me, not gonna be naughty mah ! Priscil ain't gonna be here, look at the kids, see priscil freak !" I held my arms while hugging my father.

Ka Tyas pinched me slowly, making me complain.

"www !!"

"You're ashamed of the shame !" said it.

"What is Priscil, later also at home, they see Priscil, because it is rare for them to see guests come here, let alone children as beautiful as Priscil, "say home with a smile.

"They also saw you strange Sil, wearing torn pants, "tight ka Tyas.

They chatted for a long time, then my family decided to go home.

"Priscil, you don't be naughty, the horrors of ustadz speech, and the ustadzah here, yes son.." said father while gently stroking my head.

"Yes at home dear," said Mamah.

"Don't be ashamed of you here" added Ka Tyas.

"Oh yeah ? don't try to run away if you don't want to be attacked by a tiger, aaummm !! "saying Tyas scares me.

"Tyassss ..."fuck dad.

I pulled Dad's arm.

"Dad ! daddy ! Priscil ain't here ! " my whining to dad, but I didn't hear you.

They even got into the car

"ikh daddy is evil !" I screamed, stomping my feet.

"Daahhhhh !" pamper them,

I could only look at the car, which was getting further and further out of the ponpes.