Raped by Two Boys

Tonight I am very nervous. Am I just playing dead? Or did you really die?

Not bad if you die in a boarding school. God willing, martyrs, khusnul khotimah.

After evening prayer, his dhikr routine took a long time. You can mutter the dhikr in the congregation with your voice raised for more than half an hour, guided by the priest. In the beginning, I was still excited about doing dhikr, because I thought I could memorize as well. But over time, sometimes I get bored. When you have memorized it, dhikr for half an hour and done every day in the same way can it be boring or not?

But, I can't be like that. I have to be able to endure fatigue, so that I can be devoted to khotimah. InsyaAllah yes ...

After that long dhikr, I immediately took my yellow book for sorogan. Tonight the study of the book of tizan, a book that discusses the science of monotheism. Tawhid is one of the most important sciences in Islam as well. We have to study it seriously. Among the important knowledge in Islam are the science of monotheism, fiqh and morality. These three basic sciences must be learned if we really want to get to know Islam well. And these three sciences are always used as a guide in managing our daily behavior.

I also walked lightly to where I was sorogan. I went to Ustad Imran's house with my friends in intensive class. I followed behind. I'm talking economically again.

(Sorogan is an activity to repeat the study of the yellow book that was previously studied in class, but deepened further)

I was more panicked, actually just this afternoon that punk Arif said, I'll do it tonight, babe. Just wait. What kind of creature is he? His job makes people have heart disease. Maybe he causes heart disease on earth. People like him have to be destroyed anyway.

"You think about me, huh?"

"Kkamjakya!" I grabbed my chest, shocked. I even blurted out again speaking in a chaotic Korean language as I remember watching dramas while on vacation. The meaning is more or less, I'm surprised oi!

"Please be patient, don't think about me in a hurry. We'll do the recitation first, honey, will our children be blessed." He whispered in my ear Then he reached for my empty left hand. He immediately grabbed her tightly.

I froze for a moment. Ah he can drive me crazy here! His hand feels just right for mine. Did God purposely create his fingers to complete my fragile fingers? Disgusted, Rul, disgusted!

"Free!" I waved his hand. Even though it's really warm. Isn't it quite cold, is there someone holding it? Uh, this is a pesantren oi! Awake, Rul, realize… Astagfirullah!

"Don't be mean, please." He grinned, how disgusting! "Yok, I will accompany you to the Koran. Let our children be pious later."

"Ish, crazy!" My people were annoyed and immediately accelerated their steps. He also rushed to follow my steps.

"I've already prepared a condom, bro." Near Ustaz Imran's house, he suddenly whispered like that. I'm surprised again! And without realizing it, I screamed loud enough.

"I said, shut up you fuckin ..." Just about to mention the word bitch, I immediately realized that I had seen my friends. Finally I stopped immediately. Get down. I'm ashamed, O Allah, please forgive me.

Punch! Arif patted my ass, he continued to squeeze. I only wear a sarong and inside there is only a thin kancut, I get goosebumps right away. Damn it!

"Rif!" I glared at him. He just grinned indistinctly.

I don't care about him anymore. I just slipped away immediately among my friends, so I could sit at the front. This time I prefer to take monotheism seriously. Let Arif do what he wants to do. Give him up, give up!

After saying hello in unison and Ustaz Imran inviting us to sit down, finally I immediately grabbed the seat at the front with enthusiasm. Besides so that I can absorb more knowledge, I can also stay away from Arif for a while. So that you don't tease me, I'm just a child!

The Sorogan of the Tizan book as usual begins with diversifying the attributes of Allah.

Being, qidam, baqo, mukholafatul lilhawadisii, qiyahumuhu binafsihi wahdaniyat, qudrat, Irodat ... Knowledge, life together 'bashor kalam qodiron disciple,' aaliman hayyan sami'an bashiron mutakalliman ...

After diversifying God's attributes, the sorogan activity was continued with the usual chanting. I even get sleepy when I say it, it's a habit! I'll wake up after the explanation. In a cross-legged position, I fell asleep. I still think of it as a process of resting my mind after being bothered by Arif, that damn cuckoo bug all day.

The explanation in this sorogan is quite pleasant. Ustaz Imran managed to flick our logic and faith. Are we going to maintain wrong logic or from faith, we can actually accept the science of tawhid with common sense. Questions and answers from my other friends paced the air. I, who did not really understand the science of tawhid, chose it, silent, occasionally taking notes if there are questions and answers that are of interest.

Not felt the call to prayer echoed. In this hut, usually the call to prayer echoes around eight in the evening. Even though the clock 7.15 should have been isha, but indeed 8 pm was chosen because we were given time to pray first.

As usual, I painstakingly tidied up my yellow book and writing instruments, and carried them neatly in my right hand. I embraced it as the Koran used to carry.

While walking, I actually had time to think about it - kissing - with Arif this afternoon. Immediately, I also remembered the challenge I threw at Arif in class.

I want a hot kiss, which I have never felt as long as I live. I want you to be able to do that to me tonight, no matter what, but I can't get caught. If you fail, I'll never fall in love with you again, and you have to stay away from me, forever.

Uh, was it hot this afternoon? If it means that's already done! Without realizing it, I muttered to myself.

"Not really. Tonight we will give you the hottest." Arif, as usual, suddenly I was beside me.

Look at his attitude like this, I'm curious. Arif is a human, right? Are you a genie? How can he appear anywhere?

"What the heck, Rif!"

"You were imagining a kiss this afternoon

„Right? Hey, just admit it to me! "He said softly as he poked my waist. I feel uncomfortable being treated like this myself.

"Follow me!" I snapped at him - again, for the umpteenth time.

(Shut up!)

"Hayya Rul! Ilal mosque." He ignored my curses and immediately invited me to pray together. I don't want a longer debate. I nodded and followed her steps from behind, because it was already time for the evening prayer.

(Come on, Rul! Let's go to the mosque.)

 "Rif ..."

I called him slowly when we were about to be near the ablution place. He stopped and immediately came towards me. His eyes as usual stabbed at me with the perfect focus point. As perfect as I am

'Getting used to' being his prey.

He suddenly smiled - sweet - and asked, "Why, Rul?"

"My challenge this afternoon wasn't serious. You don't need to take it!"

"But the rice has turned into porridge, Rul. We just need to add crackers and chicken and onions to make it delicious."

What the heck It's not really clear

so talk porridge. I thought talking to him wouldn't be sane.

"Anyway, you don't have to do that.

I think this afternoon is enough. "

"It's mean, I am enough to be your boyfriend, right?"

"No! Maa takallamtu kadzaalik."

(No, I didn't mean to say that!)

"Come on, Rul. Don't push back. You just become my girlfriend, okay! Safe, yes. We're going out. April Fool's Day, so our anniversary. So I'm free to jail you every April 1. Because you're my boyfriend."

Gee! What is the connection try? Arif is crazy!

"Rif ... Don't make your own decisions!" "Then you have to 'try' it me first. You'll be addicted later.

Go ahead. "He said while emphasizing the word 'try'. He was cengengesan as usual.

"Gee! It's so hard to make conversation with you! Go to hell then. I wanna take ablution. Fuck off!"

I don't bother and immediately take ablution water. Not long after I performed ablution, ikamah echoed. I felt rubu and immediately put my book near the mosque window.

Unfortunately when I was ready to pray, Arif was already standing next to me. I looked at him while thinking, OK, that's his right. I can't keep blocking him, scolding him. This is God's house. If Allah doesn't like him, let Allah drive him out. I don't interfere. I also chose to focus on my prayers.

Until the last greeting, when I looked left, Arif - unluckily - was still looking to the right. Automatically we stare at each other. He smiled broadly -and there is a sweetness like that! - really not clear to me. I immediately finished my greeting. Blushing. I'm really ashamed, O Allah. Arif why?

After a brief prayer and dhikr, we disperse and return to hujroh to change clothes for mudzakaroh preparation. Mudzakaroh is an activity to repeat lessons again, you can in the form of doing school homework or actually re-learning what was learned at school earlier.

But after I observe it, the average number of those who do their homework is only ten percent, only one percent repeats their lessons, and the rest is spent on gossipin mar'ah or lying down or banging on the table incoherently while singing.

What about me? I'm usually looking for a quiet place to read novels. Because learning is enough for me to do in class.

After being briefed briefly by the ta'lim section, I rushed back to hujroh. As usual, the first thing I did in the rain was to open the cupboard and have a drink. But there is something this time that bothers me. In the position of the books - the very top partition in my cupboard, I find a sheet of paper that is folded in half. Don't tell me this is Arif's doing again! I thought to myself. I opened it and it turned out that there was a short article with writing similar to chicken feet.

Ta'lim section is part of the organization which also focuses on educating and upholding the morality of daily santri and organizing the course of daily teaching and learning activities.

Rul ...

I've been watching you lately and I like your movements. Your lips are sexy too.

I'll sleep next to you tonight. I want to kiss your lips, right ??

Greetings, Son of Qudama.

I'm stunned. Hah? This isn't Arif, right? Why am I so disappointed but even more excited at the same time huh?

Who is this again? Qudama child? This is definitely not Arif. Arif is just like me, he's an intensive class student.

Duh, why are the boys here so insane? Tonight? So I'll know all the answers when I go to sleep? I'm going to be raped by two people? Arif and the Qudama children?

Semesta ... April Fools' Day why does it torture me? This is just a joke, right? How come it's not really funny? Tell me this is just a joke!

I'm angry. I shredded the paper and pocketed it. As a pious child, I will still throw garbage in its place!