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The jaros rang again. That's a sign that today's lesson is over. I'm relieved. Ah, finally, I can breathe better after this. Literally, I don't need to be close to Arif right now. I have to find a place to hide, calm down and confide in. Fill in my diary again as usual.

The general activities of the students here after school are praying asar, receiving punishment which will be announced by qismul i ‟lan or doing extracurricular activities. My extracurricular? Looks like scouts are the ones who are obliged, hehe. Because I don't really like sports. I think walking back and forth between Hammaam is also a sport. Anyways my body is thin So I don't need to be more tired with exercise.

As usual, I tidied up the contents of my bag, and I entered the subject books last time to the cupboard. I'll take my bottle and drink first. I have to calm down before praying after almost all day long I've been bothered by Arif.

Crazy man. Just tell him all day long, up to 10 mosaics alone! What if I end up going out with him? Hmm, God forbid, no. It's not the time or place I do things like that in this cottage.

Besides, I also still feel at home alone and enjoy my time here. That's why when he suddenly said that, I decided to take a deep breath and come out for a while, and tried to think everything was fine. My mantra as usual when it's in this condition is… all is well. I will say this over and over to myself until I feel completely calm.

When I feel calm, I immediately assume my conversation with Arif is just a wind. I don't have to think too much about her words. After all, he also immediately struggled with his 'extra assignment' as soon as maybe he got bored just looking at me who didn't react to him anymore.

While thinking about all that, without realizing it, I've arrived in front of the mosque now. I put my nail close to the mosque pillar, then I immediately folded the cloth of my hand shirt up so that I could get my ablution water. When I put water on my face, it feels really cool. I feel calmer than anything.

After ablution, I prayed casually towards the Qibla. I enjoy enjoying all the moments that I experience right now. It is a great time alone, where there is only water, God and myself. I don't really like paying attention to other people's behavior when I'm in an atmosphere like this.

I stepped with certainty, entered the mosque, after previously washing my feet in the courtyard of the mosque. Like a small pond, the shape is above which it is held with 'bars'. Usually, we really have to wash our feet before entering the mosque.

Then I sat in my favorite place, the third row. If it's not a left corner, it's usually a right corner. It depends which one is empty. I chose this place because it makes me comfortable. My classmates or seniors usually prefer to sit in the back position. So I can gather with the cute first graders of junior high school, if I choose to sit at the front like this.

As usual, I prayed the first two cycles of the rawatib circumcision. After greeting, I immediately opened my nail and began to sink into my writing. For me one of the best ways to meditate is to write in the mosque. Because usually I will forget the atmosphere around me and only focus on my writing. With my thoughts written on paper.

Long story short, I've finished praying and dhikr together. Until the thing that was feared by almost all students came and was standing in front. Qismul i'lan. As I explained earlier, his job is to announce mutazawwijuun (offenders). Or if there is other important information about the pesantren, new regulations and so on, he will also include it to be conveyed to all students.

Al asmaa al madzkurooh fii hadzal qirtos, falyahdur amaamad daen ba'da hadzal ijtima '....

(The names mentioned on this paper, are expected to be present in front of the field after this collection)

He said starting the announcement as usual. I tried to listen, but I didn't really care. I think I didn't do anything wrong all day - if I was with Arif for almost a day it doesn't count as a mistake.

"Al an, al-khobar min qismil amni ...

Fa'alaihimul huduur ..

(Now, the information from the security department ... Must attend to ...)

The names that I know quite well in my contemporaries are mentioned one by one until the names I know the most.

Arif Min Faslir Robii Attaksyifii. Wal akhor .. Nasrul Min, Faslir Robii Attaksyifii. Thank God. Hadzaa minnii. Wassalamualaikum wr. wb."

I was shocked to hear my name mentioned. Is this serious?

After almost half of the students left the mosque, I walked unsteadily toward the field. Security section? What's my fault?

I keep contemplating. Think a lot of things as you walk. I looked down. Until without realizing I hit someone in front of me.

"Duh ..." I shouted, surprised and a little annoyed too.

I almost fell, if my hand was not caught by someone - who might hit me earlier. I was immediately pulled hard so I could stand up again and immediately fell into the arms of the person in front of me.

"Aw ..." I shouted again feeling a little sore in my hand because it was pulled hard, even though it was about to fall to the ground.

I was silent for a few seconds in that person's embrace - it felt warm - until I realized and then let go.

"Afwan .. ana ..." I didn't finish talking because I immediately realized who the person in front of me was when our eyes finally collided. Wise?

My expression immediately turned to anger?

"A tadrii maa al khotooaat?" (Do you know what's wrong with it?)

"Laa adri. Lakin, maa al 'iqoob, ana bika."

(I don't know. But, whatever the punishment will be, I'll still be with you.) I melted instantly, I don't know why. I just felt that his words sounded very sincere. I finally nodded and walked towards the maedan (field), with him walking beside me. Honestly, I feel comfortable right now because I'm not going to face this punishment alone. Not yet, because my real reason and being punished made me angry with him.

"Tob'an .. ana ..." (Okay, I ..)

That's how they, security started their sentence. I was silent and just listened. Whatever. As long as there are friends while being punished, I don't think it will be a problem until ...

"Yes Nasrul wa arif .."

(Hi Nasrul and Arif ..) "Na'am, nahnu, al akh" (Yes, we, al akh)

"" Aroftumaa maa musykilatukumaa? "

(Do you know what your problem / fault is?)

"Laa adrii, al akh .." I answered (I don't know, al-akh ..)

"Antumaa ta'kulaani fil fashli, sobaahaan waa nahaaron. The thing aroftumaa anna tilkassye 'mamnu?"

(You two eat breakfast and lunch in class. You know that it's forbidden?)

I immediately looked at Arif with annoyed gaze. See what I have told you, Rif! I was so annoyed, I immediately told Arif about this.

"Rif ... See what I have told you!" I said quite loudly. People immediately looked at me.

"Na'am al-akh .. aasiff21!" For the sake of politeness, Arif ignored my words and immediately apologized to the al-akh who was tasked with hearing us in front.

Aasif = The most polite word for apologize and it is actually the word that is often used directly by Arabs. Not Afwan

"Jayyid, antumaa tanaalaa 'asyaroh. Wa'iqoobu lakuma ... Tajrii fii hadzal ma diana khomsu marroh!"

(Good then. Now you have 10 points. Punishment for you, run around this court for 5 laps!)

I'm annoyed. Oh Allah, do I have to exercise this afternoon? Anjis pisan. At first I wanted to 'me time'. Failed. All because of that creepy Arif. Damn it!

With forced, I finally ran away. I hurry up, because I want to end all of this immediately. Until the fourth round, I was already breathing hard and me slow down my run. Arif is already beside me. He slowed down his pace too.

"If you think you are tired, don't force yourself. I'll be always with you." I don't really care what he says. I still forced myself to run. I think Arif still looks fit because I don't hear his breath running like me.

I kept on running, really intending to take care of all this punishment. And until I got to the last point, right at five laps, I immediately fell. Arif looks panicked and immediately sits beside me.

"Are you okay?"

"Geunyang gwaenchanh-a. Goegjeong mal."

"What you said?"

"Never mind. I'm okay."

Without saying much, he immediately sat beside me. We both took a breath toward the sky. Look up.

"It's good to see you run. You are less in sport activities."

"Stop butting in!"

"But, I care .."

"I said stop. Don't ever talk with me again. It's all your fault."

"But .."

"Don't interrupt! I am going now. I have had it with you!" I snapped a little loudly. I don't care when people in the field look at me. Just a few steps away, a part of the language, kak Taufiq, was already in front of me. In my way.

"Qif hunaa!"

(Stop here!) "Limaa, al-akh?" (Why al-akh?)

"Takallamta billugoh injlijiyyah wa lakin hadza laisa usbu'ihii."

(You are already speaking in English, even though it's not Sunday ..)

In this cottage, there are special weeks for the use of official languages (Arabic and English). Change of language between the two, sometimes every two weeks, sometimes once a week. It depends on the mood of the language, plus it depends on the request too. Well, this week happens to speak in Arabic, I see. So get reprimanded!

"Mamnuu '? Ana ufaqqir .."

(You can't? I think ...)

"Mamnuu"! " He immediately cut the sentence.

(Do not!)

"Ana lam amhar bil lugoh al arobiy, al-akh .. faqot qoliil."

(I'm not good at Arabic al-akh .. just a little ..)

"Ayyu faslin jalasta?" (What class are you?)

"Fashlur robii attaksyifii." (Intensive fourth grade.)

Well, in this hut too, why do I mention grade 4 because we count it for the first grade of junior high school. So SMA is the continuation. So grade 1 SMA is grade 4, grade 2 SMA is grade 5, and so on. You understand, right?

"Toyyib .. toyyib ... Idzan, wajaba 'alaika an tata'allama aidhon. Ijhad walaa taksal, na'am?"

(Fine, fine .. Then, it's mandatory for you to learn more huh. Remember, be serious and don't be lazy, okay?)

"Na'am al-akh. Afwan .."

(Yes, sorry ..)

"Thankfully, kae tahfidz al lugoh li yaumiik."

(Thank you for keeping the language deep your daily life)

"Afwan, finally. Ana says kulla yaumin li an arfa'a mahiirotii„ anil lughoh .. but, it's kind of difficult, I think ... Just because I am new student. And I just custom with english language."

(Sorry. I've tried every day to improve my proficiency in languages, but yes it's ... it's hard. Maybe because I'm a new student too. And I'm more familiar with English.)

"Wow. Your pronouncing was good. I think, one day, you'll be able to become a part of language advisory council."

"I don't have a dream like that. I just love language as I love myself .."

"Tob'an. Hayya binaa natakallam bil 'arobii aidhon .."

(Of course. Alright, let's talk in Arabic again)

"Toyyib al-akh." (Al-akh.)

He patted me on the shoulder before leaving. Ah, how tiring today. From morning to evening, I've been through a lot of chaos. All because of that damn Arif.

I immediately looked at my watch. 16.40. Shit! I have to shower right away then. Cancel the solitary event. Fuck off, the important thing is I take a shower for now. This body odor after running. 

I also ran towards my hujroh and immediately took my toiletries and towels from the cupboard.

"Rul, intadziir ..."

(Rul, wait ...)

I stopped, automatically looked at the sound source. Wise. He also brought towels and toiletries.

"Rul, hayya, nastahiim jama'atan." (Rul, let's take a shower together)

"What the fuck! Let's separate."

"Nope. I am be with you. I will take a bath right by your side. So, we can see each other."

"Rif ... Please!" I screamed a little.

"Let's go!" He didn't pay attention to me but took my hand away. I finally went with him to Hammaam. Hammaam is still a bit empty. Usually, hammaam starts getting really full after jaros, at five in the afternoon. So now the hammaam is still rather empty, even though it has been filled with a few.

"Hunaa hunaa ..." he said. I immediately went to my place, and he was in his place.

"Rul, can I see yours?" He whispered softly when I just took off my clothes.

"Hell yeah! Shut your fuckin mouth up! Just take a bath."

I immediately took off all my clothes, and him too. At first glance I saw that his body was already forming. Sexy. He really likes sports.

But that's okay, I don't care, it's not my business. I just chose to squat right away. I started to take my liquid soap. I give a little water and ...

"Rul, your body look so sexy. I love it. Can't wait for tonight" she whispered from above. On? What? Is he peeking at me?

Just right. He looked at me who was squatting and I spontaneously raped my feet so that I couldn't see my 'something'.

"Get the hell .." I flushed his face using a bucket of water.

"Hahaha ..." He just laughed.

"Rul ..." He wanted to peek at me again. "Stop I said! Don't look at me. I am shy!"

"So come here!"

Since I didn't want him to look at me anymore, I immediately stood up, got closer to the wall and got closer to him. "Look at down!" Without realizing it, I immediately looked down. And what I see is ...

"You can see mine, and handle it, whenever you want. This will become yours." He said while holding hers.

Aaa, no, my eyes! I immediately hurried to squat again. Feeling ashamed that I was deceived by him.

The Universe .. how about this? I've seen hers. That ... That ... I haven't woken up yet, how come it's long and thick? What if it gets into my ass?

Aaah no, no, please, no! I don't want to. It must be really sick. No, please ... There's no way he would dare to do such lecherous things in a pesantren, right?

But ... he is Arif. And he is crazy people I've ever met in this world.