Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 11# Wrong Target

"We're probably late!" squeal Sarah. Because the classroom door was closed.

"You guys are talking but the road is like a snail. I'm going to laugh" said Hasna. The first day of study was too late.

No no no no.

There was a knocking sound from the pantofel shoes behind these three santriwati.

The three of them gasped and none of them let out their voices.

Before long, the voice stopped and changed with a heavy deheman.

"What do you three do when the lesson time has started?" The usual but seemingly gripping question tone, because of the way the pronunciation is dramatized.

Hasna, who felt that she recognized the voice, immediately turned her head back.

When he knew who that figure was. Instantly also all his veins that had just been tense suddenly sagged.

"Ck, who do I think I am!" hasna rebuked straight at the figure of this young man before her.

Two of his friends look wrong.

"Surely, do you know who I am?" moses asked in a different way. More impressed with the authoritative and mature.

"Ck. This, santriwati area huh? What's going on here? Go there, don't sin!" drive Hasna. Because he knew, if these two friends were admiring a handsome figure who was somewhat authoritative with Koko Turkey attached to his body.

"Yes I know, if this is santriwati area. After all, I did come here on purpose" Moses replied ambiguously. Hasna made her frown.

"Keep Lo to do what? Again I'm asking you to get out of here!" drive Hasna out again. This time he even pointed his index finger outwards.

"If I don't want to, then what do you want?" challenge Moses. Without the man knowing, that what he was doing right now was provoking something he would never have expected before.

Moses continued to walk to the door of the classroom that closed it. Didn't understand what Hasna told him.

Of course, Hasna immediately blocked Moses by pulling the man's shoulder until Moses turned back.

"Astagfirefull!" Moses felt a man's energy from Hasna's touch just now.

"Go or Lo don't blame me for acting rude later. You know how my feet feel!" threaten Hasna who has re-installed her horses.

"I can't keep what you want. And I don't want to either!" challenge Moses again. The man still insisted on entering the classroom without intending to explain in advance what his true interests were.

Hasna growled in annoyance. He dislikes men who are a bit pretentious and consider himself an eye. Moreover, in Hasna's mind, this man was not in his place.

"Basic bawdy! Here Lo!" Hasna is back. This time, it was Moses' turban, which was wrapped around his neck, that was his target.

Hasna pulled so hard that Moses fell and landed his butt.

"Allahuacbar!" screeches of three men airing simultaneously. Once again Moses fell down . This time though, it had to be witnessed by someone else. Hasna doesn't seem to care. The girl only thought that what she was doing was for the sake of preserving the honor of her fellow women.

"Hasna ..," said Sarah and Syifa, gazing at Moses and Hasna alternately.

They were both trying to help Moses but they were confused as to how. Just pulling his hand or something.

"You two are why! Hurry up and call who can secure this perverted guy!" hasna. He did not understand the code given by his two friends.

Moses tried to wake up from the embarrassing incident just now. Then, he stared intently at Hasna.

"Basic ukhti bar! No manners! Do you know who you're dealing with right now!" pekik Musa protested Hasna's behavior to him. Do not forget the man rubbed the back of his body slowly.

Hasna just smiled thinly without guilt.

"Who are you anyway? It's important that I know!" answer Hasna lightly.

Meanwhile, Sarah walks up to him and starts breeding something. It was to me that both of Hasna's beautiful eyes fiddled instantly.

"Lo don't joke, Sar. Model like she can be a teacher," Hasna replied in a whisper as well.

"Of course, you don't read any guidebooks. There it says who the names of the teachers in this pesantren," explained Sarah in a whisper again.

"haven't had time. What does this have to do with all this?" ask Hasna again still do not understand.

Meanwhile Moses turned around and threw his sharp gaze towards Hasna.

"Excession!" Moses could only contain his anger with a small growl, then he let out a long sigh. Somehow his fate if he met with his innate Hasna must kiss the ground with his ass.

This sweet-faced Muslim girl in fact has no attitude or nature that contrasts with her appearance.

Suddenly.

"Astaghfiullah! What is this, Gus Moses? Why don't you teach inside? Why are you still outside when the class hours were about fifteen minutes ago?" cecar women who wear Muslim clothing syar'i complete with wide Khimar.

His gaze looked towards the three santri who were still outside. However, Hasna's mind was immediately fixed and centered on the sentence. Gus Moses. He's not stupid. Hasna understood that calling is not just any calling.

The call of Gus will only be pinned to men who are descendants of the owner of the boarding school. In that case, this man before him was not a santri.

At that instant, Hasna gulped down her rough saliva.

"Crucify me!"

Seriate