A Plate of Both

Okay, I finally managed to take a shower after waiting in line for more than fifteen minutes. The queues are also unique here, because it's not the people who are queuing, but instead the scoops belong to each of them. If the dipper is already there, even though the person isn't there, whether you want it or not, accept it or not, the person with the dipper at the front will take precedence. I don't know who started this ritual. And so in the future I like to act cunning too. At dawn, when I wanted to go wrong at dawn to the mosque, I must have brought a scoop and already queued my dipper there.

Oh yeah, I also want to tell you first which bathroom is like. The bathroom I mean here, is a bathroom that looks like an internet cafe. Yep, it's a kind of cubicle for office people. Seriously?

I also chose not to shower at first, instead of getting peeked at my genitals, right? But really, I don't keep showering?

This bathroom has a height of about 170 cm, which is made of wall material. Why can I say the height is 170 cm? Because at that time I was already a few cm taller than that. Then when I entered the toilet cubicle, my head and shoulders were only visible from the outside.

So why did I decide to take a shower in the end? Thanks God, I finally found the method. This is also the result of cheating from a senior that I accidentally saw when he was going to take a shower. This method of bathing is by blocking the 'entry direction' to the cubicle with the towel you use. So that the chance to see you from the shoulder to the bottom of the foot, is getting smaller. When I shower, I get used to it while squatting. Because if that's not the case, I'm afraid to be seen.

Yes ... the point is that. Anyway, I tried in such a way that I could take a shower

well without the need to be afraid and anxious to be seen by people.

But, if I'm just playing around with it, I can accidentally see the 'anu' of people taking a shower. Even then for those who are too confident with their bodies. Too PD?

Yes, so this is it! There are people who when they take a shower, they are even busy talking to people who are waiting in line, rubbing their bodies with soap. They rarely even bring towels. Or, if you have a towel, it is usually a small towel that can fit just your head. Automatically, these towels obviously can't cover and block their bodies at the entrance to this toilet cubicle. They are the type of people who jump up and down like kangaroos when they wash up. The reason? Yes one! Just so that their bodies dry quickly, even though it doesn't help much in my opinion.

Well, this is what finally got me peeking so accidentally. Because my posture is high too right ... so I can see those who are engrossed in the bath - and of course naked all over their body--freely. Not long, at least a few seconds, at a glance ago, just passing by. But

as it turned out, my 'observation' for a few seconds had paid off.

I recognized the typology 'err' from my search results for a few days, bruh! There are types of 'er', you know! I'm starting to notice, that these types are long black, some are small, some are plain white without hair, some are thick and long and full of hair, and others. I like to be alone if I remember all of that. Skip it, skip! Later you will think 'yes-yes' again.

Long story short, I got out of the bathroom and returned to my room. In hujroh, I changed my clothes. Well, maybe this is your question, how can I change my clothes without needing to look 'vulgar' to show my body?

So, after I finished my hammaam, I wore a t-shirt and training pants. In this hut there are rules not to wear shorts when you come out of the rain. They say genitals, really. A guy's genitals are from the navel to the knees, so if you wear shorts you are afraid to show your genitals. So this rule is made!

So the story is using training and the t-shirt from Hammaam. My idea of ​​changing clothes is like this: me

I'm going to open my closet, then I cover my body with the door open on both sides, so that if I want to take off my shirt, I quickly take it off and then quickly change into a PSAS uniform top (the white, gray uniform typical of high school kids ).

After that, the next problem is how to wear the pants, right? Because if it's a T-shirt, maybe we can just wear a double with a PSAS top, but what about pants?

I also adapted to overcome this problem by looking at the habits of the people around me. So they will wear a sarong first when they take off their pants, covering almost their entire body. They bite the sheath with their mouth or teeth so that it doesn't fall off. When the bite is strong, they will remove their pants. Then they hold it with their hands, take other pants to wear. Vice versa, this process is also done when wearing pants. The process is really the same, the difference is only in and out.

After I feel complete and neat wearing this PSAS uniform, then this is the time

I make food. I saw that the clock was already 6.28 in the morning, so, I had to hurry, because even when I ate, I had to queue. Well, please note that at the pesantren it is not just taking a shower that queues. Even eat and queue, bruh! Uh!

I immediately took my plate and rushed to the soup kitchen. Well, the atmosphere of this public kitchen is not what you imagine it to be. The place is like a hut built over a pond (the water has receded a bit), and everyone eats and queues there.

If I feel like I'm not going to be rushed if I go back to hujroh, I will definitely choose to eat there and take the plate right away to class. Like now, I don't think I'll be in a hurry to go back to hujroh again after eating. So I already brought my bag and put on my shoes. My guess is true. When I arrived at the soup kitchen, the queue was already long. I really have to wait in line.

I also occasionally look around. Many have eaten first, including some of my classmates that I know.

"Naakul, Rul, naakul," said one of my classmates.

(Let's eat, Rul)

"Tafaddol, awwa!" I said as I immediately stood in the line.

(Please go ahead)

"Hey sweetie, let's eat a plate together? I'll wait there. I'll treat you to bakwan. I'll buy it first!"

Duh! Suddenly he was behind me. How come? Even though I didn't feel like he was in hujroh! Besides, if he is gentle, he should be the one in line, right? However, not long after, he was finally right behind me again.

"Here, I'll just queue up! Here, you will hold the bakwan!" He said while handing me as plastic as the bakwan he had bought.

I just nodded and immediately handed the plate to him. I got out of that annoying queue. Not bad right? I don't have to stand long. Ten minutes passed, he finally brought our food. We? What the hell! This doesn't mean anything huh! But we are literally going to eat together.

I was a little awkward when he invited me to the class near the hut. For the others, eat it squatting directly in the hut.

I actually often do that too. Follow the others. But he's weird. Instead, he brought me to class. Even though it's actually prohibited as far as I know, but he just keeps walking in that direction no matter what. Wow, I actually followed him without hitting any words. I also chose to sit on the bench he chose. We sit facing each other.

"Yok, eat! Don't forget bismillah ..." he said with a smile. Eh, how come the smile is so cute huh? Ish. What are you doing? Don't think about any kind of thing, Rul!

After saying bismillah silently - according to his direction, I immediately ate. A plate of two, cuy! That may be one of the romanticism in the pesantren. You can eat together, three or even ten directly on the same tray. It's just that I don't really like it when eating together and I'm quite selective in this matter. I brought my own plate to eat. Let it only fit one to two people. I don't want to get my food mixed up with other hands which are sometimes dirty, I don't want to wash my hands first. Washing hands? Geez .. I forgot to wash my hands!

I immediately took out the bottle in the bag. Fortunately, just a bite. I went out for a while, and immediately washed my hands over the pool where the water had started to dry. Maybe because it's the dry season now. After that, I immediately went back to the place to eat with him.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"I forgot to wash my hands!"

"Oh .. I forgot too." He casually said such disgusting things. "Ish, disgusted .. I'm not in the mood to eat with you!"

"I just took a shower. My hands haven't been doing anything. It must be clean. Calm down, sweetie ..."

"Hh .. what the hell! Yes, okay, then. We'll finish eating. In a minute jaros." He just replied with a smile while continuing to devour the food on the table. Ah, he looked so cute earlier. What are you doing? No, no, you can't! I can't say that.

Food on the sign plate. I then took the plate, and immediately went to the ablution place. This sink, in fact, at first I was in a pond not far from the hut or public kitchen, but because the water was dry, I chose to wash dishes at the ablution place near the mosque.

Lil note:

Jaros: Arabic, means bell

I open the tap and wash it arbitrarily. Don't use sunlight or the like. Yaiya wrote, I want school to carry it around like that. Eh, but I brought a plate to school, right? Never mind, damn it!

When I feel that the dishes are clean, together with him who has also washed his hands, we walk together towards class. The class is not far away either, because the school is also located in the pesantren complex. Less than 5 minutes, we're already in class. When I sat down, the jaros sounded. Alhamdulillah, I said to myself because I ate on time.

In class, I sat in the front seat, far from the left. My friend's name is Pratama. But somehow he wasn't there yet. Tumben, is he late?

When I was about to look back trying to comb the class, someone suddenly stood next to me, so my head automatically bumped into his 'anu' accidentally.

"Duh ...." I said. When I watched what appeared in front of me, I was shocked. How strange does it feel like that? Uh, by the way, how come I feel like he's big, right? Hush, Nasrul… don't think of something weird, ah!

I immediately looked up, trying to find out the owner of the pants whose 'er' part I touched earlier. It was him, Arif. Gee! So that was Arif's?

"Tama moved to sit first to the back. So, now, I'll sit here first, accompany you?"

Without waiting for my approval, he immediately placed Primary - or Tama, his nickname. I was embarrassed and looked down. I'm excited to be precise.

When my body stiffened because he sat beside me, his hand suddenly grabbed my left hand, which I kept on top of my thigh. He immediately whispered again, "Your hands are smooth, aren't you? Can I keep it on?"

My God ... What is this?

Looks like heaven has fallen into position earth. The Universe… What are you doing?