Reaching Surgaku
Graduation Day

Today is my last day at the cottage, right said ummi first that if you already feel the atmosphere in the cottage I will feel at home and feel the cottage is my second home, santri friend is my brother, I will feel at home, Kyai and Nyai are my parents.

This morning as usual we all woke up before dawn to prepare for the congregational morning prayers at the mosque with Mas abhi acting as his priest. We did pray together but between the santri putri and santri putra given a long cloth skate as high as the chest of an adult who separated us. With santri putra who was in the front shaf while we santri putri was in the back shaf.

After doing the morning prayers we all went on with the mujahadah, Mujahadah is a kind of remembrance that is done together. Completed our mujahadah then divided into two groups one group containing the santri princess who will continue the activities with the study of khabab, which will be, while another group contains santri putra who will continue the activity with sermon training.

After all the morning activities were over we did it was time for us to have breakfast, as usual we always eat in groups or groups it means that we want to share with others and do not distinguish between each other. This is the kind of atmosphere I will miss when I get home. The time during which we gathered at the cottage was a time that we would never be able to repeat in the future.

" Rek, time you dewe iki gur dino iki tok lo. Mene wes podo graduates continue muleh dewe dewe." Aruna opened the midnight chat as we were relaxing in the room.

" Iyo, I must be really kangen karo your crew rek." Sahut Siti my other roommate, We room there are five people, there is me, aruna, siti, khasana, khusnul. We come from different cities but the difference does not necessarily make us far, it makes us complement each other.

" Nek wes passed ojol lali dolen dolen nang omahku ya rek." Khasanah.

" Uadoh'e omahmu, shoots meet shoots." Siti Timpal.

" Lho, right all dolen nang omahku keep iso stop by nang omahe khusnul, right?" Khasana and Khusnul are neighbors of one village only different villages, they are the furthest house among us all. They both come from the island of Madura.

" Wes, let's go to bed tomorrow iki acarane sek much." My heart stopped all of their chatter.

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This morning the atmosphere looked different in the courtyard of the Al Jabar boarding school, where the cottage looks so crowded with santri filled with santri and several invited guests who one by one began to arrive and fill the cottage yard at that time.

The atmosphere of the cottage is like this every year or when Haflah Endussanah is a celebration of the end of the year santri or students who have finished their education or study at the cottage. Usually Haflah Endiussanah is routinely held every year and is a sign of the completion of the school year.

All the santri have sat in the chair that has been provided by the organizing committee.

Seen several car groups owned by parents of students entering the parking area of the cottage, flat they came from outside the city so that they could not be on time to attend the invitation that has been given. Seen Abah and Umm Alma have also sat in the row of invited guest chairs. Alma whose gaze could not be separated from seeing his parents was not able to hide his longing, he was so happy to see his parents were nearby and affordable from the sight of his eyes.

The committee opened the event with applause from the invited guests and all who attended, the event was opened with the reading of the verse al-Qur'an along with its translation, in further with the reading of qiroah and hadrah, the next is a speech from Kyai al Jabar and several teacher educators. The event continues in accordance with the series of events that have been arranged by the committee, after all the events are finished, arrive at the end of the event, namely sungkem and the thanks to all the guidance teachers in the boarding school. The feeling of haru is so thick felt there, making all those present dissolve in sadness as well as gratitude.

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" Amin's. Thanks, my mother."

" What are your plans after this Al?"

" Not many, Mas, maybe Alma will only help help abah in the orphanage and also discuss the abah foundation."

Abhi just nodded and smiled hearing Alma's explanation. " I'm going to play in Surabaya in a month."

" Oh yeah? Where are you going, Mas?"

" Em, go to the village office at all to the religious office."

" Oh, would you like to take care of a letter nggeh Mas?"

" He'em really, want to take care of the letter. You will care for it."

" Same with alma? Oh, yes no papa Mas, later Mas abhi just call if you want to go to Surabaya, God willing if alma does not bother surely later alma temenin."

" Repot is not bothered, you have to follow Nduk."

" Hehhh???" Alma replied who was confused by Abhi's request which was like giving a little coercion.

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Alma who has now gathered with her friends is like giving up longing because soon they will separate and continue their lives. Years of living together in the cottage make them like their own brothers, the closeness they build is very good, maybe because the same away from the family makes each other so personal mnegerti each other.

" Rek. rek, mbisuk nek podo rabbi ojok lali invite yo." Aruna is the most famous among us all.

" Snake, Run. Durung opo opo wes mbakas rabbi?" Sahut Siti one of our friends from bojonegoro.

" you yo have to rek, you dewe mosok understand nek muleh soko kene wes onok sing karep? Iki mung Allah knows." Aruna replied, no longer losing.

" Masio yo not directly tah Run, at least iki sek introduction, fiancee sek. Bari ngunu rabbi." Timpal is my other friend.

" Kesuwen, direct ae." Sahut Aruna who was immediately rocked by all friends by cheering him.

That's how we were when we gathered, always rame and beautiful. This kind of atmosphere will probably make me miss wanting to repeat the time at the cottage, right said Ummi first time to deliver me to the cottage.

" Thank you, mik, has given a life experience full of teaching for alma, happy and grateful to be able to feel something like this in the cottage." I say in a heart that is grateful for this gift.