Trapped in a Sacred Prison
CHAPTER 3

The morning sky looks so bright, the sunlight also warms the qalbu, a proof of the love of the Khaliq for every creation. Today marks the beginning of the story of a city girl having to live away from both her parents and leave her comfort zone.

The new time shows at 6 am, after last night Uldi slept at the teacher's house where the grandfather lived, after the dawn prayer he was delivered by Hasan's grandfather to a daughter's dormitory that will be his residence for the next few years.

Feeling uncomfortable in the room, Ulli decided to get out of the room. Having no other direction and purpose, Ulfi could only sit languidly under the shade of a catapult tree beside the dorm room of the princess, a boarding school that is quite famous in the Eastern region of Indonesia which is none other than Hasan's grandfather and his best friend named Ghafur.

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A single tear escaped his cheek, as he remembered his parents, how both his parents and grandfather conspired to send Ulfi to school without asking for his opinion first, really very disappointing.

"I think my tears are over after a night of crying, it turns out the stock is still there." Ulfi wiped away the tears while smiling wryly.

Tomorrow is his first day of school in the 2nd grade of High School, but it seems he has absolutely no passion for it, let alone school, set foot into the dormitory only he is still reluctant. Since he arrived at his dorm, his grandfather has helped him to put his things into the dormitory.

"Is there any other way out of this prison? I should be able to get out of here without my grandfather's knowledge" he murmured while looking in all directions that were partly planted with lush trees.

While he was busy looking for a way, suddenly his eyes caught the figure of a handsome man in a cocoa shirt and holster complete with peci was walking across not far from where Ulli is currently.

"Crazy, handsome guy" he said. Because of the terkesimnya Uldi, he forgot if he was sad.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum,” said someone managed to surprise Ulli and then turned to the source of the sound.

“Wa-wa’alaikum salam,” replied Ulfi while watching the figure of a beautiful girl in her elegant-looking hijab standing before her.

“You're the new santriwati who lives in room one well? How are you doing here?” ask the girl.

“Iya, I am still lazy to enter, here is more convenient,” replied Ulli flatly.

“Don't be lazy, when are you there? come here let me help you get acquainted with our roommate,” take the girl and then pull the hand of Uldi, so inevitably he follows the girl to the dorm.

And this is where Ulli is now, among the six girls who wear long headscarves, in contrast to her who still shows her long hair. Even though the Grandpa said, all Muslim clothes have been stored in the suitcase that he brought, precisely in the suitcase that he thought contained souvenirs for the grandfather. Ulfi who still can not accept the reality, just save it and reluctant to wear it.

"Whose name are you?" ask one of them.

"Ulfi, Lutfiyah Salamah Rashid," he replied flatly.

"Ulfi, introduce my name Sarah, Siti Sarah Faradiba, the head of the room here" said Sarah introduced herself so kindly.

"This is Ira, Namira Husein, the cleanest and cleanest man in this room. Then this one is Sinta, Sinta Anastasya, the most chatty, sometimes good and sometimes angry," said Sarah made Sinta grunt.

"This is Ika, Zulaikha Odelia Rahim, the nerd and the smartest in this room." Ika smiled sweetly at Ulli.

"It's just a temporary assessment, everything can change at any time" Ika said.

If this one is Lisa Mardani, the most excited in this room and the last one is Fira, Zafirah Princess Aaron, the most quiet in this room," said Sarah ended her introduction.

"Oh hi," said Ulfi briefly.

The six roommates of Ulli just smiled back at the greeting of Ulfi.

"When did you get in here?" ask Ulfi curiously.

"Since Junior High" Ira answered.

"Kok feel at home, the room is not narrow continue to be sultry again?" asked Ulfi again while combing the entire corner of the room with a lazy look.

"However the situation if enjoyed all these shortcomings must not be felt, this will even be something that will be missed later if it is finished later," said Ika.

"Oh yes, if you want to rest, it's your bed, and in front of it's your closet" said Sarah showing the bunk bed, where Ulfi will occupy the bottom bed and in front of him there is already a closet and suitcase.

"Yes, thank you" said Ulli then went to his bed and immediately laid his body, not forgetting he closed his eyes with the arm of his right hand.

However, just a few seconds his eyes closed Sarah's voice again woke him up.

"Ulfi, don't go to sleep, let's have breakfast" Sarah asked.

"Where's breakfast? There are no food stalls here, I can't cook either" Ulli said without opening her eyes.

"Open, hello.. This is pesantren well, so we do not cook alone, food stalls do not exist, there is mat'am aka canteen, so just come, continue to accept the distribution of food continue to eat deh," babble Sinta.

"Tool, and one of the things that makes me feel at home here is this, just eat, do not be tired of cooking," continued Lisa, making her friends can only shake their heads.

"Hmm, yes." Ulfi got up and tied his long hair, because this morning he was very hungry, so he did not want to protest a lot. "Come," he continued, standing and walking towards the door of the room.

"Eh, wait wait, you want to go to the cafeteria with that look?" chirp Lisa a little splashy when looking at the appearance of Uldi from top to bottom.

"Yes, why?" ask Ulfi relax.

"Geez where it can be like that, wear your hijab first, keep changing your pants with a skirt, later you can get the law, loh," added Sinta.

"True Ulli, this is a pesantren, we should wear polite clothes according to the rules that apply here," Sarah's turn to chimed in, making Ulli turn the eyeball lazy.

"Even so, not even a day here, it feels like you want to die in a giggle with the rules," dumel Ulli in his heart.

"My clothes are polite, look, everything is closed, I don't want to wear a hijab, hot tofu," kilah Ulfi pointed at the long-sleeved shirt and tight jeans she had been wearing since yesterday.

"Other beb, polite clothes in pesantren are different, for santriwati must wear a headscarf, loose clothes and skirts, and socks, so that can look it only face and palms," obviously Ira.

"Kok that anyway, this is called torture know not," argued Ulfi did not want to lose.

"Woman is a jewel, her body is very valuable to be shown to anyone who is not a mahram, like a diamond, shown to be inviting evil intentions, closed to make you feel safe, I'm sure, he said, deep down your little heart justifies that" Ika explained.

Uldi was silent for a moment, rightly said Ika, his little heart justifies all the words of his friend, but his ego does not want to lose, long enough he was silent, he was silent, where common sense and ego are volatile, no one wants to lose. Until finally he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Alright, teach me to wear a hijab" she said later.

A happy smile was now engraved on the faces of all his roommates. Ira swiftly went forward to help Ulfi wear the hijab.

"God willing, guys, it seems like our room is the arrival of an angel from the kahyangan," Sinta chanted with sparkling eyes when he saw Ulfi who now looks so beautiful in a hijab and Muslim dress.

"From the shadow of the shadow of whatan, there is an angel of the comberan," continued Ualfi, at once they were all giggling.

Ulli and her six friends are now in the cafeteria. According to the rules, they had to queue to take the rice and vegetables, then receive the division of side dishes.

While queuing up, the six girls told each other until they did not realize that Ulli had now moved.

"Hey, you take my place," reprimanded one of the santriwati on the front to a girl with her arrogant style and sharp gaze.

"Your place? It's delicious, you think this is where your ancestors are."

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