Project : Alterization
Chapter 16's

On the sidelines, I am also still working on the draft proposal of the organization that I will pioneer. All data is almost complete. From the name of the organization, vision-mission, emblem, background, work program, and others. I also intend to show it to Rois Khalid so that he checks it.

"His philosophy, Al-Irsyad: the name of our pesantren; Literature: English from literature, where to look in yesterday's dictionary; Organization: association, other name of club, majma', etc', and other terms so as not to resemble the names of other organizations. What about Rois?"

"Hm... ALO, dong?" he asked to make sure. I also nodded for sure.

"Alfheim Online, that means?"

"Not that either. But how can it fit, huh? Though ana had not thought about it before." she instead attributed my artificial name to the things that reeked of her life path. Smell onions.

"Yes, but good. No papa, peratin. Means, you just type in the computer runs out it is printed, yes. Ntar vacation is also okay." he immediately agreed, once knowing the name of this organization in line with what he was passionate about. I didn't mean anything like that before. Cih, wibu base. And as always, at the end of his speech he always left everything to me. As if he just wanted to enjoy the results. What is his job as the real leader?

Day by day, it keeps changing. Not felt, the day that the father of the semi-finals will be held is getting closer. We continue to fight together to mutilate the rote on each branch. For two whole weeks I did not write at all. Every time I used to repeat my hadith. From the sanad of friends, the history of hadith, the order of hadith, and lafadz-lafadz the beginning of different hadiths in each hadith. In between the empty time I had, I also sometimes asked one of my friends to ask me about the hadiths I had already memorized. The more my rote day gets stronger. Until I felt, there were no more questions that could make me confused and wrongly answer. When I tried to memorize my hadith with a friend, I never missed a single thing. Both from the mutun side of the hadith, as well as the order. I feel ready to face this semi-final.

In the early hours of the day where the semi-finals were to be held, I woke up to pray tahajud. I pray that this time God also eases my steps, in the face of various obstacles that come in the way later. In the rest of the time to the shubuh adhan reverberate, I again memurojaah pocket book hadith Arbain Nawawi contained in forty-one hadith. Keep repeating and repeating it. Until the moment when the semi-finals were held on the night of Wednesday.

I prepared to wear a neat shirt, with a glove that I folded so perfectly. Then I and Hashim went simultaneously to Mecca 3. There the race organizers from the OSIS Worship Division were waiting for our arrival. Once we arrived, we went straight into the selection room with their respective race branches. Enter with a smile and come out with a smile. I suppose. However, this only applies to Hashim. He can answer all the questions of the jury smoothly without any mistakes. While I was, a gloomy expression immediately formed as soon as I walked out of the selection room of the branch of Hadith Arbain Nawawi. I can answer all the questions about the hadith smoothly. But there is one question I cannot answer. Mention the full name and its narrator from the author of the Hadith Arbain Nawawi. That was the last question the jury asked. Questions I can't answer. Name of the author of the book? How could I have noticed that.

"Yes, anyway. But Anna fought hard, you know. Time can't answer that either?"

"If you struggle hard, it means calm. Efforts will not betray results." he embraced my shoulder from the side. On that night, the semi-final of the four-pronged rote race ended. We also went back to the dormitory.

I can't believe, as soon as this is the names of santri who qualify for the next round are announced. That Thursday night, I was hanging out in the back of Qodisiyah's room with Hashim while eating instant noodles together. We talked about each other's past. In short, tell each other, let. And at that moment, our eyes were on the direction of Al-Fadhl Mosque. From here, the back of Al-Fadhl Mosque can be seen clearly. There was a black-robed person with a covered hood, walking towards the mading while carrying a few sheets of paper in his hand. The paper is white with slightly faint tables. As soon as we saw this, we suspected that it was the announcement of the names of the finalists who would perform on the stage later. I can't wait. I want to see it right now.

"Patience, lah. Tomorrow only. It's ten o'clock, you know. The boarding gate must be closed, right?" Hashim.

"Yes too. But ana was worried. What if your name doesn't exist?"

"Yes, at least it's beneficial, right? If there is no competition, you will muroja'ah memorize your hadith?" I'm muttering yes.

Adhan shubuh was also reverberating. I'm still asleep in my bed because I slept too late last night. I just woke up when Rijalul Hisbah shouted the count of ninth. Reflek, I immediately ran away while wearing a robe on the road. And thank God, I'm not late. I was the last person to safely get out of the dormitory gate.

But luck only comes once. I almost fell down when I saw my name was not on the list of the finalists of MH4 race. I'm losing. Yeah, I lost. What kind of feeling is this? It tastes bitter. I just have to accept the fact that I lost. Look at her. I don't know why luck is always with him. Seen as a great man, passed the MD selection, and now, he is a finalist of the Hisnul Muslim race. Is this as bitter as the name reality? Hahaha I was born not to be as lucky as most people. My fate is always unlucky.