Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 16# Gak Elit's Wound

After giving the ointment, Moses passed. I had to teach another class.

Meanwhile, Hasna passed into her class. When he arrived, the two friends immediately approached Hasna's seat.

"I hear you cooked alone, what is the punishment of Gus Moses?" ask Syifa wonder.

"Hemm," Hasna replied with deheman. Actually, he doesn't want to talk about it anymore. Tired still feels until now. Not only that, his head was dizzy thinking about the various kinds of herbs he had to memorize.

"Kok answered that's it, Na. Are you tired?" ask Syifa again.

"No. That was my consequence. His name is also punishment, certainly all deliberately in the difficult," replied Hasna. He began to look agitated, because the wound on the back of his hand began to hurt.

"What's wrong with you, Na?" syifa who heard Hasna grimaced softly.

"I'm fine" Hasna replied, lowering her sleeves to cover the back of her injured hand. However, it is even more painful if touched by cloth.

Hasna went wrong.

Shortly after, Sarah approached them. Hours of study are almost in the beginning but Ustadjah Nurul has not yet arrived.

"Hasna, how was the cooking fit. He said you were alone. Where do you cook so much?" sarah's new boyfriend is coming.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly. Don't have to zoom in. I'm sincere" Hasna replied. He wanted to immediately stop the discussion about cooking earlier.

Let it be an experience he won't forget for a lifetime. Because in the near future, Hasna will not necessarily return to the kitchen.

"Oh yes, Na. Actually, I want to help you a lot. Their schedules are. But, he said they were banned from Ustadjah Ainun," asked Sarah again, putting her palm over the burn on Hasna's back.

"Shuh!" Reflexively Hasna grimaced and immediately pulled her hand.

"Eh, what's your hand, Na?" syifa finally saw the wound.

"Gapapa, really. Just get a splash of oil dikit fit again fried fish," replied Hasna, in the end. He did not want to explain this to his two friends. But what so they ended up seeing that wound as well.

"What the hell, Na. The burns are so bad. You must be treated. Let's get you to the clinic!" get Syifa worried.

"No need for Fa. I gave you the ointment earlier. Don't know why it still hurts?" reject Hasna while pulling Syifa back to sit down.

"I can get hot oil anyway, Na. Didn't you close the program, did you? Kasian. If I think this can be imprinted later," said Sarah worried. See how the burn's been bubbling.

All that, because Hasna was late in treating him.

"Gapapa's ticking too. Will later be able to testify and as proof that I have done my duty in carrying out the punishment. At least, I'm free from guilt" said Hasna, to make her two friends silenced.

Moments later, Ustadjah Nurul came in. He teaches about fiqh.

It just so happens to discuss about how the correct manner of ablution. What if we are sick and have wounds on our bodies. Whether to wash the water or can stay.

Ustadjah Nurul also brought the story of the prophet Ayyub alahi salam. Where at that time he was seriously ill until his entire body was filled with rotting scabs. In each scab there is a maggot in it.

"So, the prophetullah Ayyub alaihi salam. Taking out the maggots one by one from every wound on his body somewhere. Then he took ablution as usual. After that, the little animal he put again into his wound and he prayed." Ustadjah Nurul paused his speech for a moment to look at the enthusiasm of the santriwati.

"Then .. his most faithful wife, whose name was Rahmah asked. Why did the prophet Ayyub put the disgusting animals back. Then the Prophet replied that the maggots were God's creatures. Verily he is a man so patient and trustworthy that God gives miracles and healing." Ustadjah Nurul looked gently at the santriwati before him.

"From this story we can learn a lesson. That your pain is not an obstacle means to leave ablution or prayer. If indeed the circumstances are not appropriate and possible then stay the same," said Ustadjah ended his lesson.

At that moment Hasna was eager to ask if he should also wash his wounds with water. Although it feels very painful.

However, he did so after hearing the story.

"Wa'alaikum salam, replied all santriwati in unison.

Arrive, time for ashar. Hasna was confused. Because the wound is so painful. If it is exposed to water then it will grimace throughout the prayer. That could ruin his worship. Because of this, Hasna decided to stay.

"Hasna here you are!" call Ustadjah Ainun a bit tight. Until the other sisters turned to him.

"What's Ustadjah?" asked Hasna after she approached.

"Why don't I see you ablution?"tanyakanya.

"Sorry, my hand hurts. It feels very painful if it is exposed to water. So I roared" replied Hasna. Incidentally, Moses who was going to be the priest of Ashar prayers passed through them. However, no one knows because it is blocked by the shaf separator hijab.

"Marijuana! Where's it looking!" The shady-faced woman with her wide Khimar drew Hasna's hand. Then he clucked.

"It's just a gini wound, Hasna! So women should know the kitchen," Ustadjah Ainun jolted back Hasna's hands.

Hasna grimaced softly while holding back the resentment in her heart. His patience has been tested since he entered this neighborhood.

Sarah and Syifa could only see from a distance. They would not interfere in Hasna's affairs with Ustadjah Ainun. They only saw this time that the kind and friendly Ustadjah was acting tough and resilient to his santri.

When she left, Sarah and Syifa went to Hasna. The two of them could only rub Hasna's back so that the girl could control her already roaring breath.

"Patience, yes Na. Yok ah, already committed," invite Sarah so they immediately fill the line in the female shaf.

The annoyance in Hasna's heart was immediately blown away when, his ears heard the sweet voice of Gus Musa reciting the prayer.

Already several times since being in this place, Hasna felt more solemn at the time of prayer. His priest was Gus Moses.

After praying.

It's time for the santriwati and santriwan to return to their respective dormitories. Although they gathered in the same musholla, the different entrances and exits made these santri not face to face with each other.

The exit went straight to their respective dormitories. So, there is no such thing as mutually lyrics.

Hasna returned to the dorms later than Syifa and Sarah. Because, he calmed himself down for a moment. Hasna walked towards the artificial lake that was at the back. In fact, the students themselves rarely go to this place.

Maybe some of them are scared. But not with Hasna.

This girl needs a quiet place to be alone.

Huhhhh!

Hasna exhaled her rough breath. Then look back at his reddened wound.

"How many days it's been here, you've gotten scars. Not very elite. Not because of knives or other sharp objects. But, because of the hot oil," Hasna monologue.

Then, suddenly there was a clattering of footsteps on the dried leaves that Hasna caught through her sense of hearing.

The girl is on standby too. Hasna put up her horses and turned her head quickly.

"Astagfirullah, Hasna!"

As usual, his legs attacked.

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