DOCTOR DAVIN AND SANTRI BARBAR

DOCTOR DAVIN AND SANTRI BARBAR
Chapters 12. Doctor Davin and Chila 12.


"Then the pamit ustadzah yes to accompany other santri. Ustadzah came here just to take your friends. You're okay, Chila?"


"I'm fine Ustadzah, Ustadzah take it easy" Fazila said with a friendly smile.


"Oh can you help ustadzah to take care of these three friends?"


"Insignlah can ustadzah."


"Well then help them to take medicine, especially Andin whose face is pale because of tepaksa must get an injection because he is not commonly injected," said Ustadzah Ana while staring at Andin who now looks smiling.


"So it was just shock that the ustadzah made my face pale" Andin explained.


"Yes, we're aware. The three of you sort it out, same Chila, don't bother her."


"Yes ustadzah" answered the three in unison.


Ustadzah Ana left their room.


"Chila you have the same relationship with the male doctor?"


"Hm. Angita kepo," said Qiana then chuckled.


"But I'm just as curious, he's pretty handsome. Why doesn't Fazila even want to meet?"


"Nothing, just the past. Forget it!" fazila.


"Hmm, yes if you don't want to tell a story. You have not known us for too long. Maybe you can't believe it."


"It's not just that this is not the right time. Please, when I'm ready, I'll tell you."


"really? Promise yes!"


"Yes, now you take your medicine first. From Andin first! Just ask for warm water in the kitchen first to make it better."


"Oke Chila."


"Fazila nodded and went towards the pesantren kitchen.


"Assynjetoy!" yells.


"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. What's the matter, Chila?" Apparently there is Nyai Fatimah who is talking to the pesantren kitchen manager.


"You asked Nyai for warm water to take my friends' medicine."


"That's a little flask filled with Chila's hot water, you can take her right away!"


"Yes Chila, Mak Pur really just take it to your room!"


"Yes, thank you. Thank you, too, Mr. Pur."


Chila grabbed the bottle-shaped flask and left.


"Assynjetoy!"


"Wa'alaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."


"You bring the flask who it is, lest it be suspected to steal again if caught by the Heni."


"Relax me to get permission directly from Nyai Fatimah," said Fazila then poured hot water into 3 glasses and only filled with a third. Three-quarters of the glass was Chila added with mineral water.


"Oh so anyway. Thank goodness, then" Andin said.


"Take your own medicine." Fazila put the glasses alternately to his friends.


"There's no need for me to help you unwrap the medicine, right?" fazila Goda.


"No need for Chila we are still strong if only just opening the medicine package," said Qiana.


After making sure the three were taking medicine, Fazila advised them to rest. After the three lay Fazila.


take a book and memorize.


"Why is it so hard? Where tomorrow must be memorized again," he complained then immediately closed the book.


"Why Chila?" qiana asked who was watching Fazila alone while both Andin and Anggita were sleeping so quickly. Like the drugs they take cause drowsiness that makes them quickly fall asleep. Qiana herself seemed to yawn a few times. However, trying to resist the drowsiness that attacked him.


"It's okay" she replied to Qiana because she saw that her best friend was also sleepy.


"Alright then I slept, from earlier detained but it feels unable when I want to accompany you Chila."


"There's no need for Qiana, you sleep!"


Qiana nodded then closed her eyes.


Fazila exhaled heavily and then opened the book again. He tried to memorize again.


"Why does it feel so hard to memorize Arabic lessons?" Fazila pinched his forehead. His head really wanted to explode.


"No Chila you can do it!" Fazila encouraged himself. However, when he was tired but had not managed to memorize as well he became annoyed at himself.


"You're Chila, your brain is so shallow!" he nodded while pulling his own hair.


He didn't know how else to memorize. It felt like Fazila wanted to whine, but to whom? Who will hear his whining?


"Mama please Chila," she said with teary eyes as she pictured her mother's face. I just want Fazila to come home.


Seriate.