Sang Santri Novels & Stories

Maximo growls and my eyes bulge out. “What…what… you can't be serious,” I am surprised by his sudden command yet excited at the same time. “Brother, don't you want a taste? I am not selfish you know that,” “It's what we normally do, after all, we share,” Santino stands up and in the next instant he is kneeling before my tightly shut legs. What does he mean they share? Even their women? Yet again, I haven't seen them around any, I wouldn't know for sure.

said Axelina. “Yes, let's eat first. Sorry if it doesn't taste good, kid. Please understand, this is the cooking of the santri,” said Mrs Mariya. "What is Santri, ma'am? Is it a chef? " Axelina asked curiously. Mr Achmad and Mrs Mariya who heard it, they smiled at Axelina. "Santri are children who are entrusted by their parents to study religion at the Islamic boarding school," said Mrs. Mariya to Axelina. Axelina tried to understand her words. She will slowly learn the language here which sounds so subtle when spoken.

The sound of chanting was heard again as the gamelan music grew louder. A chilling song rang out. ‘Sanadyan planjeng satebeh mungkin’ (Despite running as far as possible) mboten bakal manggihaken margi wangsul. (Will not find the way home) Kula sampun nangsuli kalih tali pati. (I've tied with the rope of death) Manuto Nduk, Cah Ayu. (Obey the beautiful child) Ampun ngelawan, awakmu saget pejah tanpa raos sakit. (Don't fight, you can die painlessly)