DOCTOR DAVIN AND SANTRI BARBAR
Chapter 46. Caught

"Prophet Chila, this is a fate that you have to go through," Fazila's mind encourages itself with a position still running while stroking the chest that feels tight as if there are thousands of rocks squeezing, and the, although tears can not be invited to compromise and continue to spill uncontrollably.

After arriving at a distance so far from where to meet sister Tantri earlier he just put a step. Fazila wiped the tears that still did not want to be absent in the corner of his eyes, and immediately stopped the motorcycle that passed in front of him standing, no matter the owner of the vehicle is a motorcycle taxi driver or not.

"Oject, Mas!" fazila shouted while waving her hands.

"Where's Dek?" ask a man while stopping his motorcycle.

"Pesantren" said Fazila without seeing the man's face. He looked down because he did not want the man to see his eyes swollen from crying.

"Pesantren? Why are you hanging around outside?" asked the man suspiciously because looking at Fazila's face which still left a trail of crying, something must have happened with the girl.

Fazila grimaced, inwardly thinking that the man must have been so bad at her. It was possible that the man considered her a bad girl, so before that happened he had to think about what answer he had to say so that the man was not too far-sighted.

"I did not feel at home in the pesantren, had wanted to run away, but instead lost and did not know the way home. So I decided to go back to the pesantren only," explained Fazila, of course with a story written solely.

" Where are you?"

"Jakarta."

"Oh far away also turns out."

Fazila only nodded weakly.

"New Santri, huh? Usually the beginning is not at home, but the longer it will feel at home by itself because it is used to undergoing activities as a santri and plus many friends. I'm the only one who graduated if I can go back to bed" said the man then chuckled.

"Get it!" later orders.

Fazila got on the motorcycle without being awkward because the man seemed friendly.

"Helms?"

"I'm sorry I didn't bring, actually I'm not a motorcycle taxi driver, but because I'm relaxed let me take you with me."

"Oh." Fazila just nodded.

"Thank you very much" he said a few moments later after the bike went at moderate speed.

"Where's this, Mas?" ask Fazila. By inviting the man to talk a little can forget what happened earlier.

"Kyai Miftah's boarding school, where are you going to drive yourself? I forgot to ask."

"It's just me at the princess' cottage."

"Oh, okay."

On the next trip no one spoke anymore. It turned out that the man who hugged him was not much capable so that made Fazila reluctant to invite him to talk again.

The silence created made Fazila remember memories with doctor Davin where the memories will not be repeated. After tomorrow he can't expect Doctor Davin to be by his side anymore. There is a heart that Davin must take care of, the heart of the woman who is his wife.

On a motorcycle Fazila again lamented the journey of his life. The cold wind that blew shook the khimar that he was wearing as if it was not felt.

I don't know what he'll do next after he gets back into the pesantren. Broken heart makes him not eager to do any activity while in the environment it does not accept lazy people.

Fazila took in a deep dose of oxygen and exhaled slowly.

"It has arrived," said the man made Fazila realize that he was so long in a state of daydreaming.

"Thank you" said Fazila and got off the bike.

"Together."

"How much does it cost?" Although the man said it was not a motorcycle taxi driver, it did not dampen Fazila's desire to pay. Either way the guy needs gasoline to run his vehicle.

"No need, I sincerely help, next time do not run away because outside the pesantren not necessarily you meet good people. How about you get kidnapped and raped?"

"Mmph, well thank you for the advice, but still I have to give this in exchange for gas money because otherwise I will be indebted," he said while handing out 50 thousand notes.

"No need, I seek reward instead of money, after all the money is more useful for your needs in the pesantren."

"But–"

Unfinished Fazila spoke, she saw Nyai Fatimah who was walking towards the fence. Seeing Nyai Fatimah chatting briefly with the Fitri ustadzah, Fazila hurriedly slipped into the fence before she was discovered.

"Hey Chila! Where have you been!" shouted the security guard who was careless with the existence of Fazila. He only realized after Fazila had entered the fence. Fazila just waved at the security guard and occasionally clenched both hands in front of the chest, code that the security guard not call himself anymore.

"Assalamualaikum Pri, tumben here. Is there a need?" nyai Fatimah asked the man who delivered Fazila.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi. Oh no Nyai I just deliver–"

The man did not continue his words after not seeing Fazila beside him.

"Gesit is very much a child," the man's inner self.

"If there is no need I say go, if you want to meet Kyai Miftah just enter he is not going anywhere."

"Okay, thank you."

The Fatimah passed.

"Congratulations to me," Fazila's mind as she stroked the chest. He imagined if he had just been caught by Nyai Fatimah. It could be that her pain this morning was considered acting and she would not be trusted anymore.

"Where have you been?" A voice shook Fazila's daydream. It was the voice of an annoying girl that these few days had not been heard.

"Hmm, it turns out that your kepo disease has recurred again," said Fazila made the girl look at him sharply.

"It's not a disease, but it's the noble duty of the ustadzah to watch over the mischievous santriwati" Heni explained with glaring eyes.

"Have, move!" Fazila immediately ran towards the room and laid her body on the bed.

"Behold you are Chila, I will report directly to Nyai Fatimah!" menacam Heni's.

"Where have you been?" tanya Qiana made Fazila feel interrogated for the second time.

"Walk outside, cram. I need some fresh air to relax my mind" explained Fazila, making Qiana a beard.

"It's nothing, we're just worried about you disappearing in a state that's still sick" Andin said.

"Thank you for your concern" Fazila said, exhaling before closing her eyes. Enough for today he saw anything he didn't want to see. It feels like he wants to go to dreamland, a dream that can make you smile even for a moment.

Just a few minutes asleep made Fazila had to open his eyes again when the sound of the Maghrib adhan teased in the eardrum. He and his three friends were getting ready for the mosque.

"No need to shower, you wash your face and take ablution directly!" qiana's orders saw Fazila grabbing a towel, timidly having her fever recur because she was not yet so healthy. Especially if you still have to wait for Fazila to take a bath they can be late to pray. Fazila's shower was so long compared to the others.

"Alright," said Fazila resigned. He just changed his clothes and took his face.

Arriving at the mosque the prayer has almost begun. In a hurry they take ablution and wear their own prayer clothes.

After the prayer, before teaching Nyai Fatimah to call Fazila to come closer. Fazila's heart raced. His heart felt bad because it was not usual for Nyai Fatimah to call herself after Maghrib prayer.

"What's wrong? Did Nyai Fatimah see me this afternoon?" He asked in his heart then while scratching his hair that did not itch in the mucus package.

"Mampus loh," whispered Heni with you full of emphasis.

"So he reported to Nyai? Watch out for you, Heni!" fazila's mind with a hostile look.

"Ugh, fear!" jegek Heni then chuckled.

Seriate.