PESANTREN GAY STORIES

I'm Nasrul. Yes, my name is this short. I originally attended SMK (Vocational High School). I don't like school there. The kids are all scoundrels. I can't study well. Entered at 7 am, it was too late, but I returned home at 8 or 9 am, even though the new class was disbanded at the earliest after midday. The teachers teach tough material, in the sense of being out of the date. It's not that I am arrogant, but when I asked the teacher why he was still teaching material such as material for junior high school students, he said casually: your friends don't understand this material. So it is difficult to give higher material. What the hell. If that's the story, why should I be diligent in going to school if the material is still the same? I became kzl and zbl alone. Literally!

Besides that, when I joined the organization, yeah ... it's a kind of student council, I actually found it

bad incident. Please, the people are really serious! And the thing I don't like the most is that they always side with the same people. Starting from the student council president to the coach. Everything for me sucks! The point of taking sides here is that they 'too' trust each other with the same people, without wanting to be open minded to new people. For example me. I am the most lazy person to do pedekate (close to someone) or something that has to make me open with other people first. I always try to distance myself from new people first. And unfortunately, because of my attitude like this at the Student Council, I was actually isolated.

So yes, we were told to have a meeting. Then I didn't want to come for this meeting. Original bye! This is lazy level presidential pardon. I've been inciting other children (who are in my age) not to come either. But when it was their turn they really wanted to run away, they decided to come! They returned to the school to attend the meeting. Yes! Even though we have arrived in front of the SMK exit gate, you know! And because I have no other choice and are lazy to go home too

alone at that time, in the end, I followed their decision. I'm back in class, back with them. Be the last one to enter the shit meeting room.

When we entered the classroom which was turned into a meeting room, we (who were late) were standing in front, including me, of course. We get angry with them, those old school seniors! One by one they were asked, the point is, I still intend to join the student council. And hell yeah, we were previously lectured at length about timekeeping and so on. Blah blah blah.

I got the last one to ask questions. Holy shit! They all love (my friends)! Everyone looked down and felt guilty. They compactly said to the student council president's brother and in front of the other student council members it was similar to a promise not to be late again when there were student council meetings in the future.

Uh, because I am basically a rebel, and I am already writhing with the conditions and the environment at the Student Council, I even said casually that I am fed up and don't want to be in the Student Council anymore. I just want to go back.

They were shocked. My friends who were standing next to me looked 'cajoling' me to rethink. But what do I care? I'm fed up with everything. I've had it with all! Fuck them!

Finally I took my bag and I closed the door to the meeting room a little hard. Whatever! I want to go back.

I'm pulling it out. Immediately decided to take an angkot in the opposite direction from the direction to my house, which is going to the middle of the city. As usual, if it's like this, I definitely want to find, borrow and read the latest books at subscription rental bookstores. My favorite place was during junior high school. I often play there just to unwind. Just read a book, right, instead of taking care of such freaky business?

So, as a result of my trip this time, I immediately got a new book that would change my future. At that time, after asking the guard… "Bro, is there a new book?"

He replied, "Oh, Country 5 Towers. Just a week ago it came out." He pointed at the top shelf. Because I'm tall, so it's not a problem for me to pick up the book myself.

Well, I've always trusted the choice of the guard. Without thinking, after I cradled the book in hand and read the synopsis at a glance, I immediately rented the book. I handed over my member card, paid and he wrote down. I immediately went home after all the processions were over.

When I got home, I immediately changed my clothes, and I didn't care about the text messages from my vocational school friends, the point of which was still persuading me. What a fool! I muttered while putting my cellphone on the living room table. I immediately chose the position to lie down on the sofa in the front room while trying to read the first sheet. Gelok! The story about your pesantren!

I am enjoying reading it. I read on that day. Ahmad Fuadi is really cool to be able to mesantren in a place like this. I just realized that in Indonesia there are also pesantren that are cool and use Arabic and English in their daily lives.

I continued to be immersed in the book, both at home and at school. When I take a break, which I usually go to the student council room, I just sit in the park. While accompanied

half cooked batagor with my favorite mineral water. (Jir's favorite mineral water .., hehe) Until I read on the last page - -Gue who was reading at home at that time-- immediately thought of something. I immediately told my mom.

"Mom, I want to change schools huh." "Huh? Why?"

Long story short, I immediately explained all the negative things in that school - my SMK. Starting from the children to the subject matter which seems like it will not make me any smarter. So yeah, I will explain as hopelessly as possible about my SMK.

"Where do you want to move?" Mamah asked me in the end after understanding my reason.

"To Gontor, Mom. Pesantren."

"Gontor ... where?"

"In East Java Mom, Ponorogo."

My mom was shocked. My mom immediately lectured me and said, if I can't move far first. The thing is Mom will be worried that I have to take care of myself.

Finally he asked me to discuss this matter with my brother-in-law who had been mesantren too. I also asked him for advice. My brother-in-law finally gave me a hint that in this city, there is a similar boarding school, which has a similar system. What makes me interested in my brother-in-law's statement is, of course, because this pesantren also uses two languages ​​in daily life. Arabic and English. Really cool! Because I'm basically fed up with my SMK, I finally made the decision right away. I immediately registered.

It turns out that the school system here is SMA, not SMK. In the end, with various considerations, I was asked to start over from the beginning, becoming a first year high school student again. I'm thinking hard here. In a way, I will join the younger class. But after going through a process of personal reflection, I finally decided to accept. Because after all, when I was contemplating while reading, it turned out that my face was still cute too (unclean!). Especially when I was convinced that there were friends in my class who were one to two years older than me. Beuh! I ended up taking it easy on this age factor. I'm willing to make it be in first class again. After all, this also lets me become a young generation again, hehe.

I was immediately told to take the existing test (I swear, this is completely unprepared!). The day after tomorrow, I was told that I was accepted and given a text message to prepare the things I needed while in the pesantren.

I immediately went shopping with my mother. I prepared all my needs. I think my life will be better in the pesantren. Yes, at least you know! I really think that simple and devoted to the conditions and environment in this pesantren. Instead of having to be in SMK with those people.

During the distribution of report cards at SMK, I was deliberately attending. Then I also told the school that I wanted to move and was accepted by another school. I took care of the transfer letter and received a report card with my ranking which of course was still in first place in class. I already said, SMK material is like SMP material. So I can study with ease. Most of them have fun reading novels by me. What is it, right?

My 'close' friends at SMK actually didn't expect me to move.

Besides, there was never any sign that I was moving. I'm a rather closed person with them. Because their discussion is not linear with mine. So I prefer to follow them often instead of imposing my own will. He thought I was fine with them. Even though I really want my own feelings. The feeling of wanting to be free, be free!

Some of the teachers who 'loved' me also looked sad because I the 'star class' had to leave their playground. They - on several occasions in class - always say that they are grateful because I am in this vocational school and at least they have one good student like me. Because I am diligently hanging out at the SMK library to read any books –like seriously, I am in the rare category because these SMK students rarely go to the library, the teachers who also hang out at the library often end up inviting me to talk. and I became close to some of them. But never mind! I have made a big decision in my life. I have to live it with all my heart.

And so, at first I finally decided to join a pesantren. I never really hoped that I would live comfortably here. Diligent worship. Closer to God. Anyway, I didn't have any bad intentions that flashed into my brain - at all!

I also don't have the thought of experiencing the homo-gay story here. Indeed, before I was honest, I had an LDR with an Acehnese boy during junior high school. He admits that he loves me. Without meeting,

we end up living this absurd relationship. But, over time, I broke up with him. After that, at SMK I also had a bromance relationship with someone. He's really nice to me. Pick me up often. Deliver food to my house, and so on. Until suddenly he changed after having a girlfriend. Hell yeah. Close male friends can change after a girl 'attacks'. Girls are fire countries, aren't they?

So, those are some of the reasons why I finally decided to move immediately from that 'damn' SMK. "Dropped" at Bromance

My vocational school especially and the problems with the Student Council and some of the bitter memories I experienced there made me convince myself and make up my mind to really leave the SMK.

Well ... at this boarding school, I already had the intention to be a good child and I didn't do anything. I will focus on studying, especially learning languages, my favorite subject. I just have to be proficient in speaking Arabic or English. It seems cool if I can speak both languages. That was my mindset when I first entered the pesantren.

However, fate took away my good intentions. I was even targeted and preyed upon by 'cursed' boys who are thirsty for sex. They said they liked my body, especially my lips. Holy! Screw them!