Plunged in The Night

That night was colder than usual

Even though there has been no rain since after Isha

The little students are still in their respective positions

Covered with a sarong that covers almost the entire body

Some even look like bunches in a scabbard 

 

"Knock ... knock ... knock, Sholatul lail ... Sholatul lail ..." heard the voices of the brothers from the next room began to knock and wake up.

Some students just change positions, from lying down to sitting down without showing any signs of life. Some even change the front from left to right or vice versa.

"Feeling like I just slept ..." grumbled one of the students, even though the clock showed 03.00 in the morning.

"Knock ... knock ... knock ... come on wake up, open the door" came the voice again, this time louder than the first. 

 

 

A santri who was considered the largest finally got up, staggering to pick up his sarong, robe and skullcap, then he embraced the three objects and immediately opened the door, then went out and sat waiting for the others on the outside chair while continuing to sleep in a special sitting position.

 

"Let's get up quickly, we'll be late, we don't have time to get 11 Rakaat" said the older sister who was able to enter and started tearing apart the beautiful rows of plaid sarongs.

Finally, one by one, the students, mostly still in elementary school, got up in the same style as the first one, hugged the sarong-gamis-kopiah, then started walking out of the room one by one like a stuck line walking in a row, even more like a drunk person walking unsteadily. Those who are too small are usually carried by their seniors. Finally all walked to the mosque which is almost 150 m from the hostel location. 

 

Because it was still dark and some of the lights on the dormitory verandah were out, the feet stepped with great vigilance, worried that they would step on the wrong foot or enter a hole from the damaged floor.

Byur...suddenly there was a surprising voice from the front row, the feeling of the fish pond being a bit far to the side of the main road, how come there was an event "Kecebur Lail" anyway.

Finally, the line that had looked like a line of drunken people suddenly became healthy and agile like a line of pencak silat students, jumping and deftly searching for the source of the sound to check conditions.

It turned out that without realizing the condition of the cottage was being flooded, it seemed like a flood of shipments that often passed during the rainy season. 

 

It turned out that the voice came from the front friend who stepped on a floating board that was thought to be a bridge derived from the dormitory floor, as a result he fell like stepping on a sky board and sat beautifully in a puddle of water that submerged his body up to chest height in a sitting position.

Finally, the sound of boisterous laughter boomed from the line that had been behind but had gathered to the front. The brothers who had been carrying the small students immediately deftly helped those who fell. And our sleepiness, which felt like a ton of weight hanging from our heads and eyelids suddenly disappeared somewhere. And immediately the crowd descended into the puddle.

As you know, flood conditions for children our age are the most pleasant conditions. Because it has been imagined that tomorrow, the cottage campus will become a super large swimming pool that will be visited by the children of the village with various swimming equipment, ranging from buckets, basins, pans, empty jerry cans and even large drums.

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*Rewritten true story

Location : Hidayatullah Islamic Boarding School, Makbusun Village, Kab. Sorong, Irian Jaya / Before changing the name to Papua

Editor : @taqin04