The Power of a Prayer
CHAPTER 6 KSD_Birrul Walidain

There were some students who came in the morning. The more daytime the atmosphere of the dormitory the more crowded.

"Ra, you just watch tv. I'll go ahead help the reception santri who came". Rinda polished her face with baby powder.

"Yes" that's all I said.

I am alone in my room now. There was one santri who entered my room but just left the big bag and came out again. Maybe it was a shirt or something.

Many santri went in and out of my room. I'm just sick of it they're just glancing at me cynically too.

There was one santri sitting next to me crying. Suddenly in the santri-looking Senior.

"That's crying. Do not cry later your mother is not calm at home" said Senior santri.

"I just want to go home. I don't want to mondok" said santri who was crying. Maybe he was forced into a hyacinth.His voice sounded clear, because it was right next to me.

"She, you have to stay mumps. Poor Mother Your father has paid for everything" Senior called Ida. That's santri's name crying.

There was no response from Ida. But keep crying.

"Sir, I picked up my sister. I went to my dormitory for a moment" the senior said to me.

"Okey, don't be long. If I run away I'm confused."

"Wouldn't run away, his parents are home. Oh yes, my name is Dahlia" Senior introduced himself.

"I'm Nera."

Dahlia returned to her dorm. I don't know where the dorm is.

"She, why are you crying? You forced the school here?" I rubbed his back.

Ida just nodded.

"Let's not drag on. Enjoy it here for a while. If indeed you are not at home, within a month can confirm your parents" I said.

Ida just nodded again. But the crying is over.

Dahlia is back soon. He was carrying a crackle bag filled with snacks. The plastic is a little transparent.

"Nera, you're the new santri?" Dahlia opens her snack.

"Yes, Mother."

"Where are you from?" What Dahlia means I'm from.

"Borneo."

"Are your brothers here or around Kudus Demak?" Ida started talking.

"There's no brother in Wonosobo."

"Dengerin Da, he has no relatives but at home, you try to be friends with him. Who knows if you're here."

"Yes Ma'am" this time Ida said. No longer just a nod of the head.

...***...

The day is getting late. The time for sleep arrived. I spread out a foam mattress that was just enough for myself. Suddenly someone came.

"Hey Ma'am, this is where I sleep. You just find somewhere else" said my roommate.

I shifted my bed.

"That's my theme" he said again.

Santri had already installed his own mattress and there was no gap for me. I went out and the terrace was full. Last night I was still sleeping comfortably as I liked choosing a place. Now it has changed.

The hall is full and even the terrace is full. There were some santri carrying a large tarp and unfurling it in the courtyard.

"Ra, we sleep in the yard only" there are some santri bring his mattress to the tarp and sleep comfortably without fear if suddenly comes rain. And Ida took me.

"Okey" I just followed Ida's steps.

In the place where Ida meant there was already Dahlia lying down while reading a novel.

"Here, on the bed" Dahlia told me. Ida had already spread out her bed and looked up at the sky.

I spread the bed beside Ida. I look at the neighborhood here. Some are sleeping, some are clustered. Some read his book or his book. There is also a sitting in a small garden available in front of the bathroom. Some of them are asleep.

"Ra, this is what makes me want to go home. The bed is also inadequate" Ida cetus.

"I even just found out and was shocked too, it turns out that the room does not fit to sleep" I lyrics a glimpse of Ida's face that looks swollen.

"Silver class is also at random. Especially the alumni. Though the age but because he's a spoiled alumni."

"How's marijuana?" I sat down in front of Ida. He sat down from the beginning talking.

"Yes that's it. Like ruling so."

"Oh yes Da, you who feel at home later if there is something like saying me" I said trying to make Ida not boyong.

Boyong is the term Pondok Pesantren. It could mean a total return home.

"Heleeh, you're a new santri and don't know anything, pretentious to take care of me. You can take care of yourself Alhamdulillah. Thank you for not getting hurt" Ida said at length, laughing lightly.

"Yes, he he" I scratched my head on the back while not itching.

"Have talked. It's time to go to bed if you don't sleep in ta'zir" Dahlia hasn't slept. Pretending to sleep.

"What is ta'zir."

"Ta'zir is the law" said Dahlia.

"Ta'ziran is punishment" continued Ida.

"Smart you da" I clapped softly in front of Ida.

"Stay added just said an in said smart you da, he he" Dahlia chuckled. "Everything that is uncomfortable depends on the person is not the Cottage and do not blame the Cottage or the caregiver. We are from all over so many natures here. All need tirakat" Dahlia is very wise, me and Ida just understand.

Finally asleep.

...***...

Pov Dhani's

"Le, let's get up. It's dawn" Ms. Endang, Dhani's mother woke up her eldest son.

"Cold Mom's still sleepy too."

"Yes, he said he would find love there. Later your love is taken someone new know the taste" My sister, Eli chimed in.

"My goal is to make El, not to date" I said.

"Love God means it" Eli passed.

"Ouch! Got into my sister's trap again. It's not funny that a Dhani falls in love. Ohhh Nera, you have broken my heart. Are you my soul mate, or is it just someone who will make me hurt forever" my inner self thrashed.

The air is very cold, I have been in Kalimantan for years so I forgot the taste of mountain water.

"Dhani!! hurry, I'll go shopping in the afternoon. You know for yourself I'm only given four days off" Mom yelled from the kitchen.

"Yes ma'am, this is just taking a shower" I also shouted a little.

"Astaghfirullah, just say something from earlier."

"Mountain water miss, cold. He he."

Five minutes is enough to take a shower.

I wear a uniform that must be worn when I return to the cottage. Even though it's my first time and I'm a new santri, Ms. De has already left my uniform to my Cousin who went there. This is also a recommendation from my cousin.

After my breakfast with Angga, my cousin is ready to go. The goods have been packed into the trunk of the car.

"Dhan, are you all ready?" Angga sat side by side in the back seat. Mr. De is driving, and next to the driver is Mom.

"God willing, it's all Brother" Dhani checked his sling bag. Cell phones and friends.

"Later if there is less to look for. Or book at the cooperative. Santri putra can also go out of the dormitory to the nearest stall just to coffee" Angga explained to me.

"Okey" I'm a mangosteen listening to Angga's explanation.

During the trip I recalled the path to Pondok Pesantren. I've been there once to see Angga when he was in second grade. Exactly a year ago.

This is my second time there, and I hope to be a devoted human being to my parents. I wish I could learn Birrul Walidain.

Arriving at Pondok me and Angga re-registration at headquarters. Angga has memorized the flow of this Pesantren Cottage, he has been here for four years. From the Elementary School in Ponpes Al-Asy'ariyyah when the eighth grade moved to this ponpes.

"Sister, inside there like a lot of santri" Dhani pointed towards the dormitory behind the headquarters.

"Yes, it's the dormitory of MA SMK the daughter of grade X and XI."

"Oh."

"Come on, Mom, it's done with the registration" Angga and I just accompanied Mom. Because Mr. De is just waiting in the car.

Arriving in the car Mom panicked because her phone was not there.

"Son, you're left behind" as fast as Mom's lightning back.

Not long after coming back with a bright face. Actually it's Dhani's phone just that Mom borrowed it because her phone was left at home in Wonosobo.

...***...

In a different place.

"Ra, to the cafeteria yuk" Ida confirmed the scabbard. It was far above the ankle, and now it has to be below it. Because the canteen is outside the dormitory.

Not only santri putra, santri putri is also required to wear sarong except santri MI or equivalent to SD.

"Not the snack yesterday is still yes" I lyrics a glimpse of Ida's face. Now it looks a little excited to go.

"Fried, mumpung is still morning" Ida said.

"Okey, I'll take the money first."

The queue at the canteen is very long. We were willing to queue up for a fry. In the Ponpes everything should be queued.

Shower queue, take allotments to eat in line, to the canteen queuing, salim umi queuing, even out of the dormitory leaving school must also queue. All in line.

There are three fries left and I leave them to Ida.

"Thank you Nera."

Ida and I went back to the dorm. I only bought two sausages so nice and one-pack pillow bread because my snacks were still under the cupboard.

In the cupboard is not in the contents of the food, if the contents of the food seem stingy by other students. And one more, if the ants flocked into the closet we also bother ourselves.

"Ra, it was called to the office" Dahlia chewed on the fritters of Ida's struggle.

"Do I have to go there?" Nera raised her right eyebrow while glancing at Dahlia.

"Shirt curls."

Without replying or refuting, Nera passed to the headquarters. Arriving, it has been waiting for by Mr. Tailor subscription Ponpes.

I was greeted by Rinda and Mr. Tailor with a friendly and polite smile.

"Measured first Ra."

"Yes Ma'am" that's my only answer to Rinda.

"Sir, what to see on the table" Mothers came with panicked faces.

"Hp what Mom?" Rinda is like a researcher.

"Realmi 7 i is light blue."

"Oh, this is Mom. Next time be careful not to be left behind" Rinda proffered a phone that has the same characteristics mentioned by Mother earlier.

"Thank you son" Mother then passed.

"The phone is no stranger, but it is impossible if the cassing hp in production is only one. Unless it's an order and it'll definitely pay dearly" my inner self. Because of cassing like that limited edition.

As per the measurements I returned to the dorm.

...***...

Notes,

The story is fiction. If there is violence or unnatural things it is only a sweetener of conflict. But Pondok Pesantrennya real.

If you want to go to Balekambang, you can contact the author.

I'll share the registration brochure.

Many talented students of Balekambang alumni.