DOCTOR DAVIN AND SANTRI BARBAR
Chapters 115. Tragedy in the Camp.

After the completion of tausiyah then the santri disbanded and today released without any exams or lessons. So, today all students can relax.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Davin's doctor chatted to Fazila and said it was already at the residence of Nyai Fatimah.

"I left for a while" said Fazila with a smile rising on her sweet lips. Friends who were raving mangoes immediately nodded and continued to focus on doing the activity without asking Fazila where.

Fazila got up from her seat and said his greetings before finally stepping foot out of the room.

"Mom, can you help me?" Fazila volunteered with Mak Pur who used to work in the kitchen.

"By Chila, make some tea for Mr. Kyai's guests! Mak wants to prepare the snack first."

"Good Mom, ready. How many guests?"

"One person does Chila, two glasses is the same sir kyai himself."

"Neither of Nyai?"

"No need, lately Nyai is reducing sugar consumption. His blood sugar goes up" he said."

"Oh, fine." Fazila made tea. Mak Pur glanced at Fazila whose movements were so agile. A little amazed because of the many developments considering fitting first entered the kitchen pesantren girl looks so stiff.

"Pak Kyai used to use a little sugar, right, Mak?"

Mak Pur nodded.

"Have you not helped Chila here in a long time? Wh why? Uh you're not totally healthy, were you sick at the time?"

"It's okay Mak is healed. Yes, Chila just realized, since the sick time never came to the boarding school kitchen directly again like, but in the kitchen, there are already many students who help. So, it's not good to know their work."

Once again mak Pur nodded.

"This is the cake all cut up yes, then put it on a plate! You want to have lunch."

"Good Mom." Soon Fazila did as Mak Pur ordered. After placing a plate containing cake and tea on the tray the girl immediately washed her hands and wiped them dry.

"It can already be brought, right, Mak?"

"Yes, please treat it to Mr. Kyai and his guests!"

"Ready, Mom." In the spirit of four five Fazila went straight to the residence of Kyai Miftah with a tray in hand because he knew who the guest of Pak kyai was.

"It just so happened that Fazila served the drink" said Pak Kyai when Fazila put tea and cake in front of himself and doctor Davin.

Fazila only smiled stiffly, awkwardly if there was his fiancee at once there was kyai simultaneously.

"Doctor Davin wants to have a chat with Fazila?"

"If you can, yes, Mr. Kyai, all of you will give something."

"Hmm, okay. Now please drink the tea first," said Mr. Kyai while sipping his own tea.

"Thank you Mr. Kyai, but later."

"I'll excuse you to go back."

"Yes, Mr. Kyai, thank you for your time."

"Together."

Mr. Kyai Miftah got up from his seat and walked away leaving the two. The middle-aged man was not so worried because despite being left alone, Fazila and doctor Davin were not really the two. There are several santri passing by around the residence because it is located in the middle between the princess cottage and the son's cottage, straight with their school.

"How are you?" ask doctor Davin for pleasantries after the departure of Kyai Miftah.

"Well," said Fazila with a lowered face. Somehow the awkward atmosphere was still felt when Kyai Miftah had left. Is it possible because there are many pairs of eyes looking at him? Or are they afraid that their voices will be heard by Nyai Fatimah from within? I don't know, only the two and God knows.

After the pleasantry question, Susana became quiet. They just stared at some of the students passing by without a word.

"It's for you and it's for your friends" Davin's doctor broke the silence while thrusting two plastic bags in front of Fazila.

"Make sir kyai no? It's not good if you give us but not to him. Chila's better off, it's just for her."

Doctor Davin chuckled at Fazila's suggestion.

"You see the contents, will Pak Kyai be given such gifts? After all, I will definitely not forget the souvenirs for those who have territory."

Fazila nodded and immediately checked the package. There is a wide variety of women's supplies there besides some wet and dry cakes.

"Thank you, yeah."

"Together, when's the tent?"

"Well, let me know later so I can bring you something you need there."

"Goddessa. How does the case of sister Tantri continue, does Mas Davin follow its progress?"

"Not so, you know I'm very busy. According to news from the police officer he has been jailed, he said his sentence is above 5 years because the case is not just one. I don't know, if about him we leave it to the police decision. How good it is and the time of his sentence the police know better than we do."

"No matter how long he's been in jail, I hope he's stuck."

"Yes, that's the most important."

After talking about sister Tantri they turned to the discussion about their respective families. News from all family members. Satisfied talking about their families talking about their respective activities during the distance. Fazila with all his activities in the boarding school and doctor Davin about some funny experiences with the patients.

Almost 2 hours they talked at length together with occasional small laughs. I don't know who started it, making the awkward atmosphere turn familiar.

"I think I've been here a long time, it's not good. I'll go back, Chila?"

"Then I go back to the room, let Mas have time to talk to Pak Kyai before saying goodbye. It's not good if you go straight away."

"Yes-yes, I'm here for a minute."

"I'm going!" fazila said as she stared fixedly at Doctor Davin's face. The face she always missed even more than her own.

Doctor Davin looked back at Fazila's face and smiled sweetly.

For a moment they looked. Just look at each other without anyone talking, as if the focus of enjoying the beautiful sculpture of the Khaliq on the face of each partner. Until finally.

"You, you're fine here" said doctor Davin eroding the silence created.

"God, I say goodbye, assalamualaikum!" fazila then turned around when he heard the reply from Doctor Davin's mouth.

When he saw Fazila go Kyai Miftah who was watching from a distance back to step towards doctor Davin and chatted casually.

A month later we arrived at the camp. Fazila did not tell anyone because he had completely forgotten. Let alone the doctor Davin, on both parents or other families was not.

"Early in the morning they arrive at the field which is their goal. After conducting the opening ceremony and getting directions from their ustadz and ustadzah, the santri immediately set up a tent together according to their respective groups. To keep the compactness, one tent contains each occupant of the room. This means that one tent is occupied by all residents of one room without being randomized, except those who daily room with a younger classmate. Then if for that one tent is filled by residents of two rooms.

After that they just arrange their luggage such as clothes and food, including cooking utensils.

"It's done, it seems like there is no firewood left," said Qiana and then patted her hands after finishing making the furnace as a cooking place.

"Then we search now" suggested Fazila so eagerly. Who does not like to breathe fresh air especially after the previous days of their movement as if in the limit.

"OK on ayuk!" exclaim his three best friends compact.

"Let's go!" fazila exclaimed after all three of his friends stood up. They ran as if chasing.

"Wait for me!" exclaiming Qiana who was left far behind.

"Let's go!" fazila shouted while waving her hands. Every now and then the girl stretched out her hands while breathing oxygen in the air. It feels comfortable in the chest. After that, run back.

"Don't hurry Chila! Tumben you run like a cheetah, usually like a turtle!" yell Andin.

Fazila stopped his run, lowered his head and picked up the dry branches under the big trees.

"There are plenty of them here too!" exclaim Anggita and then collect the wood. Both of his friends did the same. Focus on the wood. Before long, the wood needed is enough if only for cooking fuel.

"Chila turn yuk! This seems to be enough," Anggita said in a half-screaming voice because of their distance.

"Still less, all looking for a campfire!" fazila shouted, and the three of them, according to him, gathered back the dry wood there.

"Chila! Is this stack lacking?" andin asked as he looked towards Fazila. However, the girl no longer looked at the trunk of her nose.

"Chila's friends aren't there?" andin asked suspiciously because the girl did not answer.

"It may not be around there," said Anggita who believes Fazila must be behind the bushes so it can not be caught by their eyes.

"But why not answer? Chila!" yelled Andin to make sure Fazila wasn't going anywhere. Worries were raised when he could not hear Fazila's voice in response.

Sontak Andin immediately ran to where Fazila was. Unfortunately, Fazila was not there.

"Qia! Fazila doesn't exist!" yelling Andin makes both friends immediately run towards Andin and call Fazila simultaneously.

"Chiro!" shout them.

"How is he not there? What should we say to ustadz and ustadzah? What are we going to tell his family? Why didn't we just stay with him?" Andin said with a trembling voice.

"We're splitting! And meet again at this place!" andin's orders and they immediately searched in the opposite direction.

Seriate.