The Power of a Prayer
CHAPTER 54 KSD_Matur Abah

"For a little story dong Ra" Anisa is now holding my arm to the dining room, while Marissa has entered the dormitory.

"I originally wanted to go to a favorite high school but my dad didn't agree with my choice. Dad wanted me to go to school and had to major in fashion. I'm confused there's no purpose."

"Continue?"

"Pas I was browsing I saw Ponpes Balekambang on my porch. I fell in love with the first look with the sheath."

"Well, cool. Tomorrow, if you win again, I'll buy you a sarong, two then. But you have to win."

"Ready then. Two yes" I made sure Anisa didn't talk wrong.

I am happy to have another new friend. Although in the dormitory there are about four hundred students sometimes only greet each other, even just passing each other without greeting.

At first I was surprised, in the pesantren do not use Arabic as in the novels.

But basically many of them are forced by both parents and in the lure of something to go to the cottage.

I also realized, someone who demanded knowledge not all from the Pesantren but also from outside the city, even from the metropolitan. I myself could not speak Arabic before going to Pondok, thank God now I can even just a word two.

Compared to those forced, more are mumps and produce satisfactory results.

As per the information that already exists who became a young designer, I read it in Balekambang magazine which is released every year. In Ponpes here not only makes Pesantren alumni but graduates intellectually superior students.

...***...

The teaching went well, even for a month. I was also busy with my athletic training so that the school of Salaf only departed if there was anything important. The rest I copied from the Mts santri book who became the class leader in my salafiyah class.

With the help of my senior santri MA who is already a fourth class Salafiyah. This afternoon I was studying with him, Wilda's name.

"About a minute you're chanting the matter in the brain" Wilda said to me.

"The clothesline?"

"I mean quickly understand."

"It's also thanks to you painstakingly guiding me."

"This is also the result of your hard work."

"Hehe" we chuckled, when there was nothing funny.

"Wait a minute" I passed by leaving Wilda in the park, I went to the room to get something for Wilda.

"It's for you" I gave her a gift.

"Well, you are there, but I am learning with you also sincerely."

"This is a gift for you, thank you for being patient with me who became a beggar of knowledge in Balekambang."

"Okey, I accept yes. Thank you Nera."

"Together."

I'm happy that Wilda would accept a gift from me, once I gave her the money and she refused me outright until I was afraid that she wouldn't teach me anymore. So I took the initiative to just give a gift as a sign of my gratitude.

From here we can learn, that everything that exists is not necessarily payable with money, but if there is no money we do not necessarily get everything.

"Ra, you're leaving for the district in two days, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"If you win I will treat you to Pak Bas's meatballs of ten thousand."

"Really!" I assure Wilda, ten thousand at the cottage get two servings. One portion contains twelve pentol seeds as big as a big toe, there are still noodles. Not to mention the complements such as sauce, soy sauce, and chili as much if it has not run out.

"Yes, but you have to win" Wilda said again.

"Okey, I'll try to make me win."

"Dil" Wilda shook my hand. "Later about three months from now approaching the class increase there is usually a Scout race, you have to list yes, who knows we can be a member."

"Ready please!" I feel more excited.

"There are so many races held in this cottage, do not regret far from Kalimantan to Balekambang a lot of knowledge and activities that become achievements in the national event, what is clear is Allah's paradise bonus if Istiqomah. May we be included in the class of sincere people.

...***...

"Here, because later tonight I will have a full rest" said Rani. "Are you packing yet?" continued.

"No, I brought some clothes. Lazy bring a lot, I bring enough is all."

"Bath and everything else?"

"Find it out there later, in the co-operative there's nothing small."

"Nera mah sultan!" Ida goes with the nimbrung.

"Your bald sultan! My mom still has to look after the coy stalls! Not just a drop for my school fees."

"But you're wasteful, like to treat people. What pity on your mother?" Rani chimed.

"That's not wasteful, but your fortune!"

"Hehe" we chuckled with a joke that had nothing funny at all.

The next morning, Rani and I prepared to go to ndalem matur Abah. All my luggage lives on the porch of the headquarters.

As per the confirmation from Angga all have gathered in the corner of the Ancient Hut dormitory.

Ancient cottage is a dormitory occupied by santri MI and salafiyah son.

Before leaving for ndalem I have taken my phone, Rani also has a cellphone. Yesterday afternoon his father came to send a cell phone but should not meet with Rani because it is not a schedule to live (call).

"For a long time, what's the matter?" Riah said as soon as we got in front of her.

"Not us long, but until the part" said I immediately, because other students also have not left school, it is still time for breakfast.

"Yes, let's go to ndalem first debate later" said Ferdian.

We headed to ndalem to mature Abah, when he arrived in Abah's yard had sat on the terrace sofa which had become his most comfortable place.

"Assalamualaikum" greetings us.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh" said Abah. "It's complete?" Abah looked at us alternately, with Ferdinan and Angga kissing his right hand.

"Sampun Bah" Ferdinan represents.

"Be careful out there. Ferdinan, you must take full responsibility for my santri."

"Nggheh Bah."

"Spirited, give the best you can. Winning Alhamdulillah if you lose means not windfall and must be patient."

"Nggeh Bah" we said.

"That's it, good luck."

"Mother."

We left for the District at the shuttle by the Pondok, to go home later also picked up from the cottage again.

We will depart using a mini bus that has been parked from earlier in the madrasah yard.

I sat under the mango tree while waiting for Ferdian to call Jefri. I deliberately took the bus from here, later stopped by the headquarters to pick up the goods. Even though the walk to the headquarters will also pass there, so all ride only.

From the gate of SMK Dhani walking alone, after a close apparently he to ndalem wearing a batik uniform. It's Saturday, it should be in a Scout uniform, but why does he wear a batik uniform just like me. Is he going to travel or where?

"Dhani is wearing a batik uniform, not this Saturday yes" said Rani. "Or go home?" Rani.

"Where is it going?" I asked back.

"Yes, there is a sudden interest he said. Yesterday afternoon got a call from his father" Angga explained.

"What interests are you, sister?" Ask Angga.

"No story, just told me to go home, that's it."

I'm a beard, actually a lot of questions in my mind but I hold it. But not two months from his return, he was told to go home again.

Once everything is ready, we slide into the District, there it will take five days if anyone enters the final round. If no one enters the final round it will be two days there. After the race, the afternoon went straight home.