DOCTOR DAVIN AND SANTRI BARBAR
Chapter 3. Doctors Davin and Chila 3(First Day in Pesantren)

Late at night, at Isyana's wishes all the family members gathered in the living room to discuss how good the action should be taken to deal with Fazila's mischief.

After consulting finally they all decided that Fazila should be schooled at the boarding school only.

"Bang!" Fazila approached Tristan who was sitting on a sofa with her eyes glazed over.

"It's okay, the school there is good. Besides being able to study religion more deeply, you can also learn discipline and socialize more familiar with your friends," explained Tristan calm the heart of the sister.

"But Chila must be kangen with Brother." The girl shed tears. Compared to the others Fazila was indeed the closest to Tristan.

"Hus, don't cry! Later try to look at you often."

Fazila immediately rushed into Tristan's arms. He looked up, looking at Tristan's face expectantly.

"Really, yeah Bang? Don't lie to Chila. It's busy again."

"No, Abang promise" said Tristan while stroking his sister's hair.

Fazila.

"Yes, get some rest there! Tomorrow you have to go. Papa called the pesantren earlier."

"Yes Bang." Fazila immediately ran upstairs and went inside her room.

In the room he could not sleep. His eyes were closed, but his mind was everywhere. Finally he decided to sit down and grabbed a glass of water under the sleeping lamp and took a sip.

"Ah I can definitely stay away from the family for a moment. After graduation, you'll be back here again." The girl stared at her entire room in white.

"I'm definitely going to miss this room. How's the room there?" The girl muttered to herself.

"I'd better get some sleep, tomorrow night I can't enjoy the comfort of this room anymore." Fazila pulled his body back. He closed his eyes until he fell asleep.

Tomorrow everyone is getting ready to deliver Fazila. When about to get in the car Chexil vomit and do not want to stop.

"Nathan, you better not come along. Looks like your wife's condition is not okay. Mama doesn't want anything bad to happen to her baby."

"Chila?" Nathan asked his sister for her approval.

"Nothing Bang, for the good of Brother Chexil also his grandfather, Brother and Brother Chexil do not have to come," suggested Fazila.

"By the brother also wanted to take the delivery, huek ... huek."

"So Brother is okay, you better keep Ponakan Chila. Chila wants to go home later her grandpa's born." Fazila said as she stroked Chexil's stomach.

"Awas Chila's body dirty brother got vomited, don't hold it! Huek .. huek."

"Nath brought your wife in!" Zidane's orders.

"Yes Pa. Sorry, Chila."

"Yes Bang is okay, just relax again."

Nathan and Chexil return home while the rest of the family gets into the car to drive Fazila to the boarding house.

In the car Fazila looked pensive, not speaking a word.

Tristan continued to tease her, but the girl did not respond at all.

"What the hell is Chila? Still think about that doctor?" ask Tristan seriously.

Chila woke up from her daydream. "What did you say?"

"Think about that doctor?"

"Ah no, just think about how later if you have separated from family." Fazila lies while remembering the time with doctor Davin until where he last chatted with her. To make it must be thrown into the pesantren now.

Turns out he doesn't like me for his days. Why not be honest and have to do everything? Maybe this is the best for me. At least God still saved me from the evil of those thugs.

"Long, think what's hayo?"

"Right bang, don't think of anything."

"Then smile dong, pout anyway from earlier!"

Fazila sneered, but then smiled as well.

"Selvi is yuk!" bring Tristan.

Fazila nodded and finally took pictures with Tristan in the car laughing.

Laras glanced at Tristan and Fazila then smiled at the familiarity of the two who never diminished in the slightest.

"Remember, don't post if Chila is down. I don't want the doctor to know that Fazila we put in the pesantren."

"Yes Ma" Tristan replied as Fazila nodded. Inwardly determined to forget doctor Davin for good.

Until there the arrival of the Zidane family has been welcomed by the chairman of the foundation and some ustadz and ustadzah.

"Bik Ina Nasi box please get off the car and give them the same yes let in for the same kids here!" Zidane's orders.

"Yes Den."

"The driver helped me too!"

"Good sir."

"All right then we go in first."

"Yes, sir."

"The name is also pesantren Chila yes rame lah, if it is quiet it is called a cemetery," Tristan said then chuckled.

"Ih Abang Chila was serious about it." Fazila.

"Bad Brother is more serious, Chila."

They kept walking behind the old man. Bik Ina followed behind with a food box.

From the corner of the building, some students were touching each other.

"Who are they? Santri new?"

"Maybe," Izzam replied as he sniffed his shoulders.

"Izzam look at dong! This is a habitual child to answer without seeing first who we ask," protested the santri who asked earlier.

"I was busy reading the Quran. You guys saw it for yourself, right? Why are you still asking me?"

"Hmm, minding the son of ustadz innannya to and fro yes we. If you do not read the Qur'an, haveith or any other book. I don't know what you read. Try to look around Izzam tuh see in front there's good stuff."

"What good stuff is Fik, surely the Juleha again huh? Do not try to poison my eyes with things that are not lawful."

"Astaghfirullah haladzim, right said the Bintang nih son really yes," upset Rofik.

"Read on if you need to keep your eyes do not look at anything other than books. I swear you keep walking by the trees," growled Rofik and left Izzam to leave. It's nothing the man is upset because it's as if Izzam is cuey with him.

"Rofik wait!" Izzam put the little book in his Muslim pocket and ran after Rofik a little.

However, Rofik had already disappeared from sight.

"Where are the children, the boy's time is crashing anyway," lamented Izzam.

"Izzam!" The voice of someone made the man startled and stumbled over the stone. Izzam almost fell down and the sheath he was wearing almost slumped.

Izzam hurriedly fixed his scabbard and turned his head.

"What's up Ana?"

"You are called Mr. Kyai. He wants to ask you to help serve food to a male guest."

Yes, because Izzam was the son of the late ustadz Alzam who had taught at that place, Izzam was considered his own family by the pesantren.

Izzam was close to Mr. Kyai and was always taken when he filled out lectures outside the city. Izzam also did not hesitate to help any case that the pesantren needed sincerely and therefore also the pesantren free of Izzam school fees.

However, even so the Stars and Sunrays that come from the rich are not just silent. They became regular donors to the needs of pesantren.

"Good ustadzah."

Ustadzah Ana nodded and left.

Izzam went to the pesantren's kitchen. Until there he poured coffee from kettles into several cups that had been first placed on a tray. Not to forget he also put some jars containing dried cakes on it. After that he brought into the house where Mr. Kyai received guests.

"Assynjetoy!" Izzam said hello before entering the house.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi. Enter Izzam!"

Izzam nodded with a smile as Mr. Kyai and Zidane looked at him.

"This santri I spoke about earlier, at the age of 15 years he has memorized the Qur'an," explained Pak Kyia made Zidane directly look at Izzam with admiration. In the heart of hoping Fazila could memorize the Qur'an also later.

"Excuse me!" Izzam bowed and put coffee and pastries in front of Zidane and Mr. Kyai.

"Please drink Om still warm!"

"Thank you Izzam. Izzam, is that your name?"

"Yes Om."

"God, can you hope that princess om can memorize the Koran as well as you?" Zidane patted Izzam's shoulder as he glanced at Fazila who was sitting with Isyana and Laras accompanied by Bu Nyai.

"Can Om, all that matters is intention and effort, although the end result is still God who determines. Don't forget to pray."

"Yes son, I'm proud of you" Zidane said, patting Izzam on the shoulder.

"Tris can you be like this kid?" Zidane turned to ask Tristan who had been sitting next to Zidane, but instead noticed Fazila who was far ahead of him there.

"Sorry Pa, when it comes to memorizing the verse, Tris' brain has been melted," Tristan said, then closed his mouth to realize he was now beside a Pak Kyai.

Kyia Miftah just smiled hearing Tristan's reply.

"Sorry Mr. Kyai my son this one is a bit hank," Zidane said then chuckled.

"Father!" exclaiming Tristan was wide, making Fazila who noticed his brother was laughing out loud. Despite their distance, Fazila could still hear Zidane's voice.

"Chila is not polite ah in front of Nyai!" isyana protests that had focused on talking with Nyai Fatimah.

"Sorry Ma ended papa tuh strange time Bang Tris said hank, sorry yes Bu Nyai," said Fazila.

"It's okay" said Nyai Fatimah.

Izzam who unintentionally heard Fazila's laughter finally looked towards the girl.

Fazila smiled sweetly at Izzam.

"It's a pretty thing that's a child," Izzam's inner self.

Seriate.