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Y*ur Lips, Can I Kiss Y*u?
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2020-09-23 10:51:07I don't like it and I definitely can't. I came here with good intentions. And I have to come out in a good way too.
I shook his hand hold and I didn't answer the question. I chose to go and leave him behind. But I really feel that he is smiling narrowly behind me? Ah I don't know! I just want to go as soon as possible.
When I arrived at Hujroh, I immediately took my toiletries in the cupboard. Oh yes, for those of you who have never known what it is like to live in a pesantren, I will give you a glimpse first.
So, if you live in a pesantren, everyone will occupy a certain room which will then be called hujroh. Hujroh comes from Arabic, which means room. Well, in this hujroh, usually we will share the same room with friends
our contemporaries for new students. If it's a year later, then we will be combined with other children, for example grade 8 to grade 9, or grade 11 to grade 12, or it can be combined between grades 8, 9 and 11. However, not all children from a certain generation are exactly there there, because this placement was chosen randomly. So, the chance is only a few percent in each joined force depending on the capacity of the respective lawyers. Sometimes based on absence or based on riayyah decisions5. Automatically according to my explanation at the beginning, because I'm still a new kid, I also live in the same hujroh as Arif. Because he's a new kid here too.
In every hujroh, our personal belongings will only be placed in a small cupboard. Well, that's medium size. I don't know how to draw it.
In this cupboard, our things - almost everything - will be put there, from books, clothes, to toiletries and eating.
Lil note:
Riayyah comes from Arabic, which means nurture. Riayyah means people who have the obligation to organize and provide for our needs, including if they want permission to leave the pesantren. For riayyah later I will explain more clearly in the future.
Except maybe the mattress, because it won't fit. So that these mattresses will be stacked in a corner in this hujroh which is arranged in such a way and it is agreed to be located together - even though the mudabbir's role is very large in this determination.
Then maybe you who read are disgusted, seriously stacked? Will you have skin disease later? Probably, yes. I also thought like that right from the start. Trust me! But after a long time, I got used to it. Even though ... to be honest, I still like to worry about myself. Especially when I want to sleep, I still often fight over the mattress. And my annoyance is getting worse, if there are people who use my bed randomly, even though they already have their own mattress. Already named each mattress!
Usually, the culprit is a Qudama child, because their mattress seems to have disappeared. Already, you don't have a mattress, the point is that they have been in this boarding school from grade 7 junior high school, so it seems like they are lazy to buy another mattress. As a result, they sabotage the intensive children's mattress! Iuwh really anyway mah! So ... I see. I
experience ups and downs while I'm in hujroh. Even though I only lived there for a while. When I finished preparing my towels and toiletries (the phenomenon of bringing a dipper to the bathroom you will often find them in Islamic boarding schools, by the way), I finally rushed down the stairs.
Oh yeah, I haven't told you yet, if my hujroh is located on the second floor. And I was suddenly annoyed, because just as I got to the middle of the stairs, Arif came and was just about to enter the rain. Automatically we 'meet' again.
He immediately interrupted me. I immediately saw my surroundings. Shit! The kids seem to have gone to the bathroom first. I'm left with him who hasn't. I can only stare at him, glare in annoyance.
"Don't be grumpy, sweetie. I'll kiss your lips, can I?"
Unexpectedly after he said that, he immediately leaned towards me. I immediately guaranteed my eyes. Afraid.
I feel the roar of his nose breath is very close to mine. But I don't feel his lips against mine. I also opened my eyes slowly because I felt there was an 'awkwardness' here. Moment
opened my eyes, I saw him smiling slyly. Then whispered into my ear, "Why, sweetie? You want my lips too, right? Annoyed that your hopes didn't come true?" Gee! I'm so embarrassed, I swear! Why do I have to cover everything with magta? I thought to myself.
I immediately took a step back and started choosing the empty road next to him so I could be free from him. After that, I decided to run. I'm embarrassed - always shame-- with him.
The Universe ...
What do I really think about him? But why do you think about it more, how come my heart is getting excited?
The Universe ...
I'm not in the mood to be fooled. Please don't be like this. Tell him that I want to live quietly here. He doesn't have to be present in my life, interfere in it and destroy the order I am going to build properly according to my intention of coming here. Can I?
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