The Power of a Prayer
CHAPTER 10 KSD_Akhlak More Important Than Science

"Ra, you're so desperate to fight Iza."

"Actually I don't want to fight back, but how else" I pulled out a small gelatic book with four hundred sheets thick.

Actually I summarized an essay I was responsible for on Dayat to type so that my novel stays up.

"But I salute you, you dare and win."

"Yes, it's a coincidence."

"Ran, you're an alumni. You must know a lot about these Ponpes."

"Slightly, why not ask Ms. Dahlia. He's also been here for almost six years, I'm just about to enter the fourth year."

"Yes, there's a different story. This is what you think, not Dahlia. For your experience."

I spent the night talking to Rani. He only tells of his lover who accidentally met at the exculpation they were following. Rani has also been a karate athlete since second grade Mts.

"Indeed pencak silat exkul what is here.'

"All types exist, all have athletes."

"Cool, I want to come."

"The athletes have not reached the district only PSHT. There are more opportunities than others. And one more thing the princess's seat is still empty. Her coach has yet to find a female candidate in the PSHT. No one is good yet."

"Oh yeah?"

"said anyway. If you can occupy a representative seat, you can go to the subdistrict for another 5 months with me."

"You represent again?"

"Yes Ra, here rarely wants to follow the extreme."

As a result of the drowsiness that attacked, we caught up with Dahlia who had fallen asleep.

At three o'clock in the morning, I just wash my face and brush my teeth. At this hour in the Ponpes is crowded, the shower queue has been going on since two in the morning. After the shower, some went to sleep again. For the sake of bathing willing to wake up so early.

The bag of bedding I put on top of the gas canister pile in front of the kitchen. The kitchen is located on the left side of the ndalem.

My job is just to help peel the onions, then slice the eggplant. Coincidentally this morning menu eggplant balado. We only help, two Mts students and two SLTA students, the three of us because I am a tyrant. Who cooked the tree is already on duty. The task is of one's own will not coercion. We're just helping. Commonly called Mbak Janggem, either vocabulary from where to get it.

"Ra, that's Dhani, the guy who shot you yesterday."

"Times?" I'm so cute. Because of that Dhani I got ta'zir.

"He looked here."

"Oh."

"You're really a Ra, you're not Dhani's fans."

"Oh Ran, Dhani is just a little boy, he is indeed a bar from his orok" said I see. As popular as Dhani is in the new environment. In addition to the popular influence of Angga, Dhani is indeed cute. Cute-blanket rancid.

The sound of the Adhan sung by Dhani echoed throughout the dormitory. Indeed, since Junior High often adhan to the village mosque, although there have been appeals in forbidden to go out of the gate before the time to go home from school. Dhuhur prayer is usually done in congregation in the school's multipurpose room.

But Dhani always escapes the watchdog's sight. Me included. The six of us always ran to the mosque through the back of the seventh grade.

"Woy, darling!" Dhani grinning the horse. "Spirit!!" Dhani shouted in front of the kitchen door. "Good cooking, I'll eat a lot."

"Because of you, I'm at the bottom of a rancid boy" maki me.

Unbeknownst to them, Abah watched from a translucent window into the kitchen. Abah was only able to shake his head to watch it.

The cuisine is ready. From rice, eggplant balado, crackers, and dried tempe the rest of the heated dinner rations. It is ready according to the dormitory, according to the number of students available.

"Ra, we'll go with ya."

"Okey."

...***...

A very exhausting morning. I take a break while waiting for the bathroom to empty. Usually half six has started a lot of empty.

"Ra, let's eat first."

"Yes Da, I wash my hands first."

"Ra, you know, this morning his dawn prayer was so sweet, I wonder who was the Adhan."

"Oh."

"You'll cook, you'll see who is the Adhan."

"Yes, he cheers me on."

"Oh, yeah!!! You're very popular, handsome isn't his son."

"Fairy."

"mmmmm...." Ida just cleared her throat. He knows who the kid I always call rancid. It was none other than Dhani. That fucking kid.

After eating Ida prepared to leave, while I had a toiletry ready to go to the bathroom.

"Woy, Nera! Let's get rid of the trash first!!"

I only glanced at the owner of the voice, with no answer. Today was the first day I did ta'ziran garbage for three days because Iza was fighting. Very lazy if you have to deal with Iza.

...***...

Pov Fian

The more days I miss, the more I want to meet, the more I seduce, the less my heart wavers. I know a woman who fascinates me. A beautiful woman who can entertain me.

Nera, are you still keeping a heart for me? Do you have a lover other than me?

"Yan, why are you daydreaming. It's still this morning."

"There's Risa who makes you excited."

"Yes, I still want to know the news."

"Had it been, if indeed he is your soul mate will definitely meet, just enjoy the first relationship without your status with Risa."

I smiled, but there were many who wanted to get close to me.

If indeed Nera already has a choice, I still have Risa.

...***...

Today is Tuesday, I've finished my ta'ziran taking out the trash for three days with Iza. I'm free today.

"Ra, you'll be joining the exkul no, the training place is next to each other" Rani sat next to me finished ishoma, ready to go back to school.

"But I don't have his uniform."

"Later we stop by the cooperative to buy his uniform, all of you buy the book ngaos Abah" this book ngaos Abah is not his name ngaos Abah, but the book that was paid directly by Abah after dawn worshipers. Coincidentally this time the book that is being paid is the Durratun Nashihin book, which is on the reef by Sheikh Uthman bin Hasan bin Ahmad Assyakir Al Khoubawiy.

Ngaos Abah is addressed to all students, from Mi, Mts, MA, SMK, AKB, Tahfidz, and Salafiyah. All are required to follow.

"Okey, then I'll take Ida."

"That's a lot."

Ida just listened without making a sound, more precisely while holding back drowsiness.

Actually I have a training suit, but a dress for the coach, not for the students, there's no way I'm wearing it. My goal of being an athlete here is failing.

...***...

Today's the first day to the exculpation of choice, pencak silat. How dag dig dug my heart. Just be afraid in case my identity is discovered.

Four santri princesses who still look like Mts, and seven santri son of Mts, as well as two santri SLTA.

"Sir, take a prayer line before practice" said one coach. I was wearing an oversized uniform like a bego who entered Arema. Being the center of attention.

"Yes Ma'am" the coach is beautiful and sweet, but cute me anyway, hehehe.

"Why are you shaking?"

"Sorry nervous, she's pretty anyway."

"Ah, there you are."

"Kak Angga just likes to see beautiful women like Mbak" one of his SLTAs the Angga. He glanced at me sharply because of the name I called.

"Mbak Riah is the most fierce coach" said mas coach, who has a name Ferdinan.

"Oh yeah?" I made a surprised face, which I obviously made up. Of course it is very difficult to be a curious bego person.

"Here we go, when we start" Riah prepares to train.

The first exercise is quite tired, because it has been almost two months not doing this movement. It is very difficult to live the life of others what else to pretend to be stupid.

Hours of rest before the exculpation ends.

"New boy, looks like you were so excited in your first practice. What will be your achievement here?" Riah paid close attention to me after I praised her.

"I want to be an athlete."

"You know where this exercise will educate you as an athlete."

"Rani told me. And he says here lack of personnel, I happen to like sports."

"Goodoo. Friday special training athletes. And you all have to compete in these five months."

"Yes, Mother."

"But since you're a new kid it's unlikely to be a representative this year. But if the spirit of practice is likely something will change reality."

At three o'clock fifty-seven minutes in the afternoon local time, the exculpation hour will end. After praying home, I waited for Rani under the mango tree which happened to be there.

"Hey, Mommy. Samean's a new kid so don't belagu and don't expect to be an athlete because that's my position" Mia, the Mts santri who looks dislike when she sees me.

"Why are you?" My mouth is relaxed.

"It's okay, but don't expect much. Sampean is the new kid here. And don't you dare say that to Angga, he's my future."

"Oh yeah?" I'm so upset.

"Hey, Nera, Mia, what are you doing?" Rani sat next to me.

"There's nothing Ma'am, this is Ma'am no drinking" Mia smiled sweetly at Rani.

"Thank you."

"Curtain!! What moves did he give to Rani" My inner.

"We're going back to the dorm first."

"Yes, be careful."

I'm just looking at Mia. It was weird, very rude to me, but very attentive to Rani.

After I walked a few steps, I saw that Mia was still watching Rani with a smile.

"Mia, morality is more important than science. Remember that!" I said softly but I emphasized every word. Instantly Mia's smile turned into a cynical look.

"Why Ra?" Rani apparently heard my words.

"There's nothing" Mia replied. I'm passing right away.