Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 15# Burn Ointment

"So what's my punishment?" challenge Hasna.

But Moses smiled in response.

At the moment, Hasna is in the kitchen of the boarding house.

Both of his hands clenched beside his body. His jaw hardened, with the glare of his sharp eyes staring at the assorted vegetables that were lying on the table.

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The breath of this Muslim girl sounded irritated. Better, he was told to memorize rather than struggling with all kitchen utensils and various kinds of spices in it.

"Why do guys know my weaknesses!" annoyed Hasna, while throwing kale leaves in front of him.

"Hey! The vegetables were picked up instead of thrown around!" said someone who just came into the kitchen. Now, he was already in front of Hasna by the waist.

"Ck, he's again." Inner Hasna. When he saw the figure of Ustadjah who from the beginning harbored hatred against him.

"Let's sing and clean. Later there will be some other students who help you," he said tightly. It was not as smooth as the look of her sweet and gentle face. This woman's temperament is like a cruel stepmother.

"That I think would be Gus' wife. Huhih!" Inner Hasna again. However, it was according to the orders of Ustadjah Ainun.

Hasna sat quietly and began picking the leaves. If only he had a cell phone. Maybe, already in the way tutorial weed vegetables.

"Hey, you're wrong. If that's the way, it'll be done later in the afternoon!" namel Ustadjah Ainun.

"Sorry, can you please explain how? not just angry!" sarcasm Hasna. There are only the two of them. It seemed that he could no longer endure that patient name.

"You are a woman. This time should be taught!" ketus Ustadjah Ainun's.

"Does every woman have to understand something like this?" hasna reply is no less ketus.

"You-you"

"Assynnya!" suddenly there was a soft voice from a middle-aged woman.

"Wassalamu'alaikum!" answer Hasna and Ustadjah Ainun in unison.

"Well, this is Non Hasna?" ask the fat lady with a mole on her temple. The woman is commonly called Mbok Minah.

"Yes, mbok me Hasna. Sorry, I haven't done anything" Hasna said.

"Bikin' ashamed of women!" chirps Ustadjah Ainun again.

Hasna immediately turned her head and she also got a cynical look from the woman who became one of the teachers in this boarding school. However, his attitude towards Hasna did not reflect the character of a teacher at all.

Hasna tried not to respond. He tried to ignore whatever the woman who clearly liked Gus Moses said.

"Father anyway, Non. Later mbok auxiliary," said mbok Minah while installing a gas cylinder.

Shortly came the other santri Wati about four people. However, Ustadjah Ainun deliberately hinted for them to return.

"Hmmm. So that's the game. Okay, you can definitely Hasna. It's just dead vegetables and fish. You can definitely complete this punishment as well as this challenge, "inner Hasna.

"Where are the others? You're the only one who helped me in the mbok? In fact, who wants to cook quite a lot today," complained the middle-aged woman. Mbok Minah is a kitchen worker. Everyday, he will be assisted by the santriwati in turns.

"At least, after this I won't feel like I owe you anymore." Inner Hasna.

We leave the busyness of Hasna at war with vegetables and all kinds of spices.

The family of Kyai Faisal Basri.

"So Mas Amar wants to go home? How can?" wonder Moses.

"Can dong, son. Your brother is a genius. Thus, the graduation can be accelerated," explained Kyai Faisal.

"If you have come home. You can replace Moses. So, I can follow .. um, I mean .. I can go to Yemen" Moses said. The man's wish is not completely gone either.

"Front reunion, dong Nak. You forgot your mission?" Tegus kyai Faisal. The leader of the Daruss pesantren this night could not have allowed Moses to go and thwart his plans with his friend, Angkasa.

"Redirect it later, to Mas Amar Bi," Moses asked.

"Darling, Ummi's handsome son. This is your job. And you, too, have agreed. Masa, you want to just get away with it. This trust is a big reward, son. Are you willing to be taken with your Mas?" persuade Ning Khumaira.

The middle-aged woman approached Moses and rubbed her son's shoulders.

"Yes, Ummi. Then then. Moses wants to go back to the boarding school" said Musa resigned. If the woman who gave birth to him spoke, there was nothing he could do.

Kyai Faisal rubbed his wife Khimar's separated long back. At that moment, Ning Khumaira turned her head and smiled at him.

"Abi was sure that Moses could control Hasna. Since the beginning of meeting accidentally they already have chemistry. It is a sign that God has agreed with our plan. The proof is that God first brought them together. Isn't that right, my Khumaira?" asked Kyai Faisal, turning to the wife who was in his embrace.

"Yes, Bii. Ummi agrees anyway. After all, Ummi also likes and feels comforted if near the girl. He quickly made her a son-in-law. It must have been exciting," Ning Khumaira slurried along with her little melt.

"You are this, patient dong. That girl, Hasna. Having a trauma that won't heal is that easy. Let's just pray. May everything go as we all hope. Space has entrusted it to us. May Allah, help every good intention of ours," said Kyai Faisal who was immediately embraced by Ning Khumaira.

The woman who had been faithful was by his side for more than thirty years.

Lunch time has arrived.

Hasna rubbed the sweat that had flooded her temples. In fact, the back of her clothes were also wet. The ends alone, all covered by Khimar are long and wide.

"It was exhausting, it turned out. I didn't think cooking would drain this much energy." Hasna with her heavy breath.

After the completion of the new santriwati came to help him serve food.

"Thank you, Non. Mbok did not think you turned out to be a cepet learning. Your work is also agile. It could all be finished too late. Yes, Mbok is still for you. Save yes, can make snack later," said Mbok Minah while giving up a box of snacks tempe dried orek Hasna favorite.

"Thank you, Mbok. But it is better to eat together. Let it be more blessed," reject Hasna's subtle.

"Hasna!" call Moses when he sees Hasna walking to his dorm.

"Why! My job is done. Punishment is also well served. So, what else!" ketus Hasna did not give the man before her a chance to speak.

"Astagfirullah, that's the mouth isn't there a brake? I just want this!" Moses offered a burn ointment.

"Where do you think I got hot oil?" Hasna stared at Moses and the thing in his hand took turns.

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