In the world of Islamic boarding schools, the most memorable things for students are the messages, advice, and guidance from their homeroom teachers. For the students, their messages, roles, and advice are like the splash of mountain water in the morning. Cool and refreshing. The messages and advice from their homeroom teachers leave a lasting impression on the hearts of the students, who are hungry for knowledge. If those messages and advice could be described, who wouldn't know the "Ai Puti" waterfall? This waterfall is famous for its freshness, clarity, and clarity. The freshness and coolness of this waterfall are what purify the souls and speech of the people of Rarak. If you have the opportunity to visit Rarak Village, you will be greeted with beautiful politeness, pleasantries, smiles, and a strong, ingrained style of speaking.
“Sia ngesar mo loka” [1]
"Silamo mo tu ngesar lo bale"[2]
Those words came from the coolness of their hearts and souls. How beautiful the fruits of the waterfall's clarity are, and how they can influence the people living around it.
Okay, let's return to the beautiful string of advice from the homeroom teacher. The students sincerely awaited a message from their homeroom teacher. They also sometimes wanted to vent about their lessons, hadith memorization, Quran memorization, interpretation, and language. And this was the moment we had been waiting for. Abridin, Mukhlis, and I intended to meet our homeroom teacher. We stepped foot towards the house of our second father in our lives. Arriving in front of the homeroom teacher, Ustad Faqih Harwansyah, we threw courage at each other to see who among us would be brave enough to knock on the door and say hello first. I stepped back resignedly, Mukhlis also slowly took a few steps back following me. We were still arguing about who would be the first to say hello. Finally, thanks to Mukhlis's intelligence, he whispered softly.
"We push Abridin, I'll count one, two, three!!"
Abridin was pressed right in front of the door of Ustad Faqih's house. Reluctantly, he dared to knock on the door and say hello
“Knock, knock, knock”
“Peace be upon you, Ustadz…”
Two minutes of silence,,
He repeated again..
“Peace be upon you, Ustadz…”
There is still no answer from inside
Abridin's voice sounded heavy as he uttered the greeting for the third time. He seemed to be unsatisfied with Mukhlis and my encouragement, which forced him to knock again on Ustad Faqih's door.
“Come on Din, knock on the door again,” Mukhlis exclaimed in a relaxed voice.
“Hey… Lis, don’t just order me around. Come over here if you have the guts.” Abridin urged Mukhlis to come forward. Mukhlis continued to hold back a smile behind me, a smile that almost broke his lips. He then said;
“You were the first to say hello, Din, why are you afraid to repeat it? Saying hello has many rewards, you know!” Mukhlis provoked Abridin, who was already feeling emotional. Abridin glanced at Mukhlis for a moment, their eyes meeting. I stood in the middle of my two friends who always had different perceptions. Finally, I tried to break up Mukhlis and Abridin’s Quarrel (verbal argument);
“Huuss,” “Enough!” “Enough!”
“You guys never agree on a single thing.! How long will you have different perceptions.! You guys are still noisy even meeting the homeroom teacher!. Then let’s postpone it now! Let’s meet face to face tonight, Lis, Din. Who knows, Ustad Faqih is resting now. Instead of us waiting here and listening to you guys keep arguing with each other. I’m getting stressed. Now let’s go back to the dorm! We’ll come back later after Isha prayer. We’ll also invite Bambang, Anto, Zaenal and the other friends, who knows they want to submit their hadith or Quran memorization.” I said, giving my decision.
They both fell silent. Then they looked at each other and replied in unison;
"Okay then. We'll come back after Isha prayers," Abridin and Mukhlis replied, nodding their heads in agreement.
Our desire to meet our homeroom teacher that day was ultimately canceled after Isha prayers. We missed the message of our homeroom teacher, Ustad Faqih Harwansyah. He is a religious teacher from Sumbawa Besar. However, he has completed his undergraduate studies in Malaysia. We are proud of his appearance and his enthusiastic teaching style. He is always patient in educating us, his students. Ustad Faqih never leaves class without a reason.
"If the teacher is not in for fifteen minutes, then I will ask for permission not to be able to teach," explained Ustad Faqih, explaining that he would be unable to enter our class.
We walked to the dormitory and prepared for the congregational Dhuhr prayer. Mukhlis and Abridin walked quickly, leaving me alone. They seemed to be in a hurry to reach the dormitory and lie down on the shabby mattresses. I didn't want to be left behind, catching up with them, who had already sensed my arrival.
To be Continued
[1] Please stop by first. Taliwang regional language [2] Please, stop by first at the house. Taliwang regional language
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