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2020-09-23 10:39:49Finally I'm free. This is the first time I feel 'right'. You have to wake up from 4 o'clock in the morning, in order to be able to pray at dawn in congregation at the mosque. Even though it's a bit annoying and troublesome, because the main problem is… I'm not good at wearing sarongs.
Yup! So far, I often wear cloth colored pants when I pray. I once learned to wear a sarong myself, but it was frustrating. Because the sheath keeps sagging. Isn't there the right size? And I'm sorry now because I never wanted to try and really learned to wear a sarong. So now, if I wear a sarong, I often look weird and end up repeating this ritual several times. I can wear the sarong in 15 minutes by myself. While wearing koko and kopeah clothes from what era. Really wasting time, right?
The thing that was horror during his time at the pesantren was the presence of a young brother. The young siblings were kind to us at first. Until one day, they turned into creepy creatures.
"Ana ahsubukum hattal asyaroh. Wahiid .. isnaani .."
(I'll count you guys to ten. One .. two ...)
They always threatened with a count of telling us to leave the room (hereinafter we will call it hujroh) when it was time for prayer. In the end, we hurried even more, and unfortunately, I, who couldn't wear a sarong yet, was always the victim of the young brother's malignancy.
They will hit my hand, if you don't use wood, use a coat hanger. Once my hand was beaten until it broke, a coat hanger. It sucks! It hurts!
With shame, I finally decided to ask my friends to teach me to wear sarong. They laugh at me said ask to be taught. But I don't really care! After all, for my good too, right?
Well, finally I can wear a sarong. But another problem is that over time I often wake up late because I feel so tired. You can imagine, I have to wake up at 4 am and my activities only end at 10 pm. It's a really busy schedule starting from school, extracurricular activities to having to repeat lessons every night. I'm really tired, God!
That's why I still get hit at dawn. At first it was still around my hand and I felt immune.
Maybe younger brother realized, and immediately changed the area of the punch. My thighs, which are only wrapped around a thin sarong, have become a target.
I swear, every time I get hit, I can hardly walk. This is extra painful, it's real! I even cried.
At that time, when I was crying alone to Hammaam (Arabic from the bathroom), I also met him. His name is Arif. My roommate too.
"Limaadzaa Rul? Why are you crying?"
(Why, in Arabic)
"Laabasa!" I answered firmly and wanted to go to the hammam immediately.
(It is okay)
"Do not cry."
Suddenly, he rubbed my cheek - tears my tears there, then he immediately kissed and left.
I, who was crying, was immediately shocked. What the fuck with people here? There were those who stiffly hit my thigh which was only wrapped in a thin sarong so it was difficult for me to walk, and this is again… why did he kiss me suddenly? Is he crazy? Sange? Or fagot?
I look around me. Quiet. No people. I think everything is in the mosque. No wonder he is brave. Shit!
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