I walked to my room, clutching the Quran in my right hand. I held it tightly to my chest. I left the conversation between Mukhlis and Abridin, refusing to intervene in the slightest. I actually wanted to give a reason for Mukhlis's question, but Abridin was stubborn, difficult to compromise with, and his decision was final and irrevocable. Just like the judges' decisions in quiz competitions in schools and universities.
In my heart I said he was very Stubborn!*
I walked north of the mosque. Since I was coming from the north, I entered and took off my sandals in the row of other students' sandals. The sandals were arranged facing forward, assuming we would wear them straight after prayer. Without having to turn right. The sandals were neatly lined up in various brands. New era, Sky way, Homyped, Converse, Outdoor, Tiger, Eiger and many more brands of sandals with different names and colors. I preferred to take off my sandals at the end of the left staircase. Maybe it was because of my childhood habit of entering from the left staircase, because it was closer to the ablution area.
As I stepped down the first flight of stairs, my steps paused for a moment. I didn't see my sandals on the left side of the stairs, I thought maybe I was going the wrong way. But in my normal consciousness I didn't go the wrong way and the wrong stairs. Only then did I realize that the Tiger brand sandals had become "Wakaf Sandals," a new term in the world of Islamic boarding school ownership transfers. In the Islamic boarding school language, it was called Ghosb, a word that all Islamic boarding school students always wanted to avoid. A very scary term like a vicious type of Piranha fish. A phenomenal term!!
Without further thought, I realized I had fallen victim to the piranha. "Oh my God!" The words "Istighfar" spontaneously escaped my lips. "Who is wearing my tiger? I hope I can meet them!" I muttered to myself. I hadn't even gotten far from the mosque.
“Hahaha… Your sandals were stolen, huh?
"That's why you didn't leave us earlier."
Abridin spoke to me in an artistic tone. Behind him, Mukhlis remained silent, simply walking away without a word. But I could tell from Mukhlis's smile that he was actually the same as Abridin. "An evil conspiracy," I muttered to myself.
“Which side of the stairs are your sandals on?” I asked back.
“Hahahahaha”.. I immediately laughed with joy, as a response to their evil conspiracy.
After Abridin and Mukhlis looked towards the bottom of the stairs, they realized that their sandals had been eaten by the ferocious Piranha.
“Hahahahaha” The three of us finally laughed together, not laughing in hatred, but laughing in the justice of God's destiny.
In unison, we immediately ran to the room from the grass which was still wet with the cool morning dew.
* Stubborn
To be continued…
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