Reaching Surgaku
Prologues

"Qobiltu nikahaha wa tazwijaha alal mahril madzkuur wa radhitubihi, wallahu waliyu taufig".

" How is the witness legitimate??" Ask the worshipper who was greeted with cheers from the witnesses and invitations by saying "Well!! The law!! That's right!!!"

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" Ummi, sayain to Abah Alma mboten purun mondok."

" Wes anyway, Nduk... Don't whine away."

" Or the cottage later only mik if Alma is big."

" Wait until you know what it's like to go home, then replace you who don't want to go home Ummi."

" No way niku Ummi."

During the trip I relentlessly persuaded Ummi to undo his intention of sending me to the cottage. I did not want to go to the cottage, I was reluctant if I had to live far apart from my parents especially if I had to be far from Ummi. The car kept speeding away from the hero city, my beautiful hometown.

I don't know how long and far the journey we took, which I think my sleep was quite good and tanek maybe because the distance traveled quite far.

" Wes toh Nduk ojo nagis ae, isin karo Kyai Jabar and Nyai Faridah." Said Ummi when he first drove me to the cottage, I was just crying as much as he would be staying home by Abah and Ummi.

" Ummi, Ummi mboten dear nggeh kaleh Alma?"

" Nduk, Rungok'ke Ummi arep mature."

There is not one parent in the world who does not love their children, all parents love their children and they want to give the best for the future of their children. Regardless of how they convey their intentions, every parent has their own way. So even Abah and Ummi did we love you so much Nduk, our love is so great for you Nduk. That's why we want to give you the best provision for you to live your day later, the provision that we can provide is not abundant wealth but knowledge that benefits your life later.

Hearing Ummi's long and seemingly meaningful wobble increasingly makes me tear broken my tears can no longer be contained, I can not stand, repeatedly I tried to wipe my eyes with the back of my hand but still these tears slid down and fell on my cheeks as if there was a stream of water in there.

Ummi hugged me while rubbing my back made my cry subside a little and my heart calmed even though my breath was still stingy as it held back my endless storm of tears. I can't stop my crying Abah and Ummi is back alone to continue the journey back to Surabaya. Instantly, a powerful storm raged back in my chest, tears flooded my face as his parents got into the car and left me at the boarding house of Kyai Jabar.

Like a child who was thrown away, that was the feeling I felt at that moment. Feeling unloved, feeling unloved and feeling abandoned. The cottage was a second home for students like me and others, where we spent more time in the cottage than in our own parents' house.

And that is where most of the santri children's life story begins. How we are taught to be sincere, patient and legowo.

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" Cah ayu kok nangisan." The young man who was currently standing beside me. I was completely reluctant to respond to the words of the young man who was now looking at me with a mocking smile. With a still unsettled feeling, I just took a quick glance at it then lowered my head again and came back crying.

" Crying continues opo ora pegel. No kandani yes ndek kene iki nggon deserted, Nek deserted iki biasane akeh demit'e pean wak wedi ta mbendino nangis nang kene??krko's nek at the parani demit yo'opo??"

" Samean after all demit'e??" I reply cynically for being disturbed by his presence while wiping away the tears that fell on my cheek.

The young man just smiled to see me return the words he said and no longer cried as much as he pleased.

That was the beginning of my meeting with Mas Abhi, the young man I know is the son of the owner of the boarding school where I am currently. A simple but memorable meeting for me. Because that's where I began to accept myself to live and study in this boarding school, a place that is foreign and far from home. A place that taught me a lot of new things in my life.