DOCTOR DAVIN AND SANTRI BARBAR
Chapter 42. Disillusioned

"Well, why do you have to say so Bang, which means you're not sure you want to help Chila." Once again the boy's face looked sullen at Tristan's dubious words.

"It's not so Chila, you have to find out first where Davin's doctor lives or in which hospital he is currently serving. Do you know from whom if Doctor Davin wants to get married?"

"From Kyai Miftah's invitation a few days ago Davin's doctor gave it to him directly," explained Fazila made Tristan applauded him.

"Abang likes the heck nepuk jidat itself, want there black-black yes so it is considered diligent prayer?"

"Okay, you don't like falsehoods. Brother just wonder as you why not samperin doctor Davin and rectify your answer first."

Fazila. "No way, Fazila is ashamed" he said in a soft voice.

"This is if the women are prestigious, which there will be people who will take care of them. Don't know what he wants" complained Tristan.

"Had he fought for Chila, not just rejected once instead of looking for another heart port" he said, looking down.

"Chila! Chila! That guy is like that. If the girl he is applying for doesn't want time still have to impose her will? Do you think there is only one woman in this world? Move on better let's live quietly. After all, Doctor Davin must have felt humiliated being rejected in front of so many people. He's a doctor, and as an adult, there must be many who want to be with him, when he has to wait for you who don't want to wait?"

For now Fazila felt that standing before him was not Tristan but Nathan who always gave a lot of advice and advice and gave an assessment of what Fazila had done. Other terms many lectures.

"Have Bang not continued! Chila understands. Forget Chila's wish! Let's just say Chila never talked. Chila excuse me," said Fazila then stood up from her seat and ran towards the room.

"Chiro!"

The cry of Tristan was not echoed by Fazila anymore. He was disappointed with his brother.

"Please give this to Chila huh," Tristan said as he thrust the parcel at the santri who accidentally flashed beside him.

"Okay Mas," said the santri then brought the parcel from Tristan into the room inhabited by Fazila.

"Where's Chila?" asked Laras just as Tristan was about to sit back.

"Oma Gambek, we better go home and talk about it at home, but if Oma wants to meet please go to her room first."

"OK on a minute." Laras leaves Tristan who looks confused by the circumstances. This time he really didn't know what to do.

A little while later Laras returned to the side of Tristan.

"How's Oma?"

"He said nothing, he just said that he was fine at the cottage," explained Laras before they both said goodbye to Bu Nyai and Pak Kyai.

"Ah I don't know Oma, Chila is so unstable, sometimes Tris doesn't know what to say to her. His emotions went up and down."

"Biasalah Tris she is still ABG, said her friends earlier she was also again PMS. So, it's natural to be emotional."

Tristan nodded his head and his mind wandered to the moment when Dilvara came in a rage. Now Tristan thinks that Dilvara was menstruating too.

Fazila himself arrived at the room immediately lay his body on the mattress. However, he did not cry at all, his mind was floating everywhere.

"Weird," Andin murmured at Fazila who had been pouting full of flashes of anger now even smiled to himself.

"He's not a chameleon, is he?" Andin nudged Qiana's shoulder.

"Where is the genie," protested Qiana to hear Andin speak without research.

"It is, the proof of Chila's mood is changing," he said half-whispering.

"Have you let it go" said Qiana, not wanting Fazila to be sad again.

Seeing Fazila smiling Qiana concluded that it was a sign of her friend's mood starting to improve.

"Hey, you guys are doing great here! The lesson of morality will begin. Ustadz can be angry later if most of his students are not in the classroom," explained Anggita with a loud voice and with a breath of excitement because of running. The Akhlak lesson is the last lesson of the day.

"Said ustadz Kifli won't teach today? So we finished our Arabic lessons right out" said Qiana.

"I don't believe it, the important thing is that I have told you how scared you are to protest. I saw ustadz Kifli come out of the office with a stack of books in hand" Anggita said, running again. Andin and Qiana came running, following behind them.

"I also have to go back to school" Fazila murmured.

Unlike his friends who run fast, Fazila even relaxed because if there are guests of course he got permission to not take part in the lessons that day with a note must follow.

Fazila returned to school alone, not eager to attend lessons, but because of the spirit of meeting Izzam. There was a mission he wanted to convey to the boy. I hope Izzam can help.

Throughout the lesson Fazila stared at ustadz, but his mind was unfocused. Science absorbed through the left ear directly out of the right ear. Perhaps this is what science calls unblessed.

"Izzamu! Izzam!" whispered Fazila when Ustadz Kifli finished the lesson.

"What's wrong?" Izzam asked with a mouth movement.

Fazila hurriedly wrote something on the paper then threw it at Izzam.

"Cie-cie, what's the scandal?" seductive friends.

"No scandal, don't you think we're what? I just have a little business with Izzam, period!" Fazila.

"What business is it here, business of the heart?" the clumsiness of his friends again makes Izzam's cheeks flushed because he really secretly likes Fazila. In contrast to Fazila himself who considers the child is just a friend like the others. However, Fazila admitted Izzam was different. Aside from having above average intelligence, out of all his classmates, besides Angita, Andin and Qiana, Izzam was the best at him.

"I have to look for a wedding invitation at Mr. Kyai's place" Izzam muttered after reading the paper graffiti from Fazila then looked at Fazila who smiled at him while nodding.

"Alright," said the boy, although it was heavy, he could not possibly refuse Fazila's request. After all Izzam can be said to be free to go in and out of Pak Kyai's place. Just borrowing an invitation for sure Kyai Miftah would not mind.

"Tomorrow I wait! Don't forget the name of the groom and the woman who started D!" fazila shouted in warning and the friends who heard Fazila's voice were just dumbstruck.

What is so special about wedding invitations?

Seriate.