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14| Home #2

Black clouds hang in the ceiling of the city of Malang, covering the beauty of the morning sun. The voices of the emphatic birds were replaced with the sound of rain stubs.

Today was my first day in my hometown. After yesterday trying to conquer Mount Arjuna and challenge the guts on the pedestal of Lali Jiwo to the top of Ogal Agil. Huft, now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ra, wake up! Shuh!!"

This time it wasn't Eri's voice or the HP alarm that woke me up, it was Mimi's voice. I immediately took a morning shower and wudlu to perform the prayer.

"Tiara?"

Someone's voice made me shocked when I was just going takbir to pray the dawn. Lazily, I finally opened the room door and saw Anjani as my sister-in-law standing in front of the door while holding a prayer mat.

"Why mbak?" ask me.

"Come prayers in the mosque!" Take the Anjani that I greet with a headband.

"No need to ah mbak. Pray in the room." Pinta. I'm too lazy if I have to wiridan long in the mosque, not to mention mixed with the pilgrims who still smell the iler.

"Umi who asked, you will replace umi maki arek-arek."

The words spoken by Anjani reflex made my mouth gap wide.

What did that say just now? I'm checking out the arek-arek?

"No ah mbak. Where is Mimi going? how not to check?" ask me. Trying to find a reason not to be overwhelmed with that authority.

"There is a point." Anjani made me a manyun. Gotta find alesan again for nolak.

"No want to mbak. I'm haidl." Reason next.

Anjani's face changed as time passed. His face showed a big question mark. Without a warning, Anjani pulled something I was wearing and showed it in front of my face.

"Alesane. This is what you wear? Mukena right???" abugn.

I patted my head hard.

God, why did I forget that I was wearing a face??? Caught donk!!

Finally I can only show Pepsodent's smile like commercials on television. Anjani ma'am also pulled my hand to take him to the mosque without waiting for my approval. Well gini, my life is the same as my only brother-in-law, like my own brother. No sense of jaim or anything.

Right at my feet set the floor of the mosque, Iqamah sounded. I and Mbak Anjani immediately went up to the second floor, and lined up dishof number two from behind. Struggling with the ukhti-ukhti who are about the same age as me or older than me.

The prayers of the Shahid worshippers who were directly imitated by Abi finally ended solemnly, followed by the decree and the bunibul Haddad, asking God to be protected and given salvation from all kinds of slanders of the world and the hereafter. The last closed with the reading of al-muthoffifin letter sung by one of Abi's students.

Okay, now you must be wondering, am I a neng???

The answer is yes, I am a neng but his behavior is still far from the neng-neng that you can imagine. So, don't look like me the same neng-neng you know, because I'm different.

"Sir, change students?" I asked with a message to Anjani. I don't want to have to check out the Tahfidzul Qur'an santri-santri whose incident is my own friend. Shame, I have not yet Khatam 30 juz.

"Bak also santrinya tahfidz Ra!!" Mbak Anjani.

"Can't be post too mbak. I'll hold the MA." My speech, which was answered by Anjani's mother.

But not long after, mbak Anjani granted my complaint. I'm not replacing Mimi but I'm sorry Anjani. Hooray...

And I ended up sitting here in front of some santriwati who are no less beautiful than me. Their smell is already fragrant like a seven-figure flower bath, different from the time I used to fit mondok, smells like eating goat gulai. Ampek,,,, uh,,,

"The method is still the same?" santri asked in front of me.

Well, what a method I don't understand either!! What does that mean, huh???

"Emang, how did Anjani teach?" ask me finally, than I know.

"Ustadzah Anjani told me to read the verse first and then deposit." Said the girl timidly.

"Jude, that's it." Finally said.

After the santri was deposited and continued by other santri-santri, the task of replacing Anjani mbak was finally completed. I immediately left the place and covered the beauty of the princess through the back gate of the mosque, a shortcut to the santri putri area. Still using mukena, I headed to one of the princess santri's rooms.

"Assalamu'alaikum??"

My greetings are more on the question was answered simultaneously by the occupants of this A5 room.

"You want to find Lastri mbak, isn't there?" Ask me who was answered by mbak.

"It seems that he helped dikantin neng" replied the parents.

I heard the answer from Mbak-mbak earlier. After saying thank you and greetings, I immediately covered again to the cafeteria. Right among the santriwati lining up for breakfast like a train, there is my old friend, Lastri.

"LASTRY!!!" Shouted me, regardless of the shocked gazes of the other santri.

Lastri who heard my screams, looked wildly looking for my whereabouts. After finding me, she smiled knots, then returned to serving the santriwati who was about to take breakfast.

"Well!!" Greet me after being close to him.

Lastri glanced at me with her parno.

"Woh neng kok do bar-bar!!" Lastri.

Directly without warning I tabok his hands using rice entong that has not been used.

"Santri really don't have the same manners!!" I said I did not lose fiercely.

Without giving up, Lastri replied to my tabokan with the entong he held.

"Do you feel like you're a neng?" he asked, which I answered with a headband and we laughed together.

Well, this is how my life is at home. Still the same in Jogja, still bars. If in Jogja I have Jeli which is inlaid with calm, but if here I have Pastri whose inns are ridiculous abisss.

"When are you home?" Ask.

"A long time ago, but stop by first." I said while helping Lastri serve the students who take their breakfast rations.

"It must be up the mountain, right?" guess it's on target. I just replied with a Pepsodent smile like I showed this morning to Anjani.

"Where is your CDD story Las?" ask me who answered with the same Pastri.

"His husband's marriage" he replied, shocked me a thousandfold.

For what sake did the doi marry? Is he a senior one level above me?

"Who is the young man" he replied again, still with a sad look.

"Can't you?" ask me, still with a curious look.

"Dijodohin with Abah" he replied again.

I was shocked by one hundred percent. It turns out that Abi contributed to the death of Lastri. I came to see the sad face of Lastri.

"Patiently, Las!" Say it, without speaking any more.

Lastri nodded her head. My conversation paused after the arrival of a kang-kang who delivered rice to the princess kantin through the back door.

"Las, lawoh e canteen son less!" said one of the tall kang-kangs.

"Njikik ae kang! Ojo akeh-akeh, seng wedok not kedoman!!" Lastri said in a high tone, without seeing the kang-kang. Maybe Lastri was too memorized by the kang-kang that delivered this rice.

"A really Las Jewel?" ask me after the kang-kang took the side dish for santri putra.

"Ngeselin kang Kafi is Ra. I don't want to mix tomatoes, so sambel tomato!!" Say again.

I laughed when I heard his words earlier, the whole thing this same kid was kang-kang.

"Be careful tingling!!" I ejeked after seeing his pouting face.

"Wes tho, will not I persimmon the same kang-kang who likes to tease the princess santri, smile while spreading charm." His words were no less fierce than earlier.

"Sopo zinc knows???" I said indifferently.

"Wes, whatever you want to marry!!"

"WALK???"

Seriate...