Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 19# Patience Test

"Hasna's. Sit first!" tell Gus Moses again.

Inevitably, Hasna landed her butt on the chair. His gaze did not shift at all from the man who was a teacher at this pesantren. Somehow, if outside of class, Hasna could not be formal with him.

Moses, instead of saying his wish to call Hasna here. The man was talking to a man next to him. It seems that the man is also a teacher in this pesantren. But Hasna just saw it.

I want Hasna to protest. But they both seemed to be talking seriously. As a result, Hasna felt disrespectful if she cut off their conversation. But this girl is upset too. Because he's like a toothless goat.

"Ck. This is what people mean try to call but in fact dicuekin like this. Wasting all your time!" sulkut Hasna. His face was bent in such a way.

Moses did not realize it. The man seems intentional. There was one thing he was learning from this girl who had started to sit restlessly before him.

"Sorry, Gus. Can I come back later?" Hasna finally couldn't stand it either, after more than thirty minutes she waited in silence.

Gus Moses smiled faintly. The man let the man he had been talking to stay here. While he stood up, carrying a bag and some files.

"Come on!" take it to Hasna. Because Gus Moses immediately walked out and did not want Hasna to do the same. Although in the heart of the girl the crap is not playing.

"Actually where are you going? It can be obvious!" asked Hasna in a loud voice. His heart was upset not playing. He felt like he was being played with by this man before him.

"Talk not to be strong. You are a girl. A little soft can't it?" moses with a sinless look. Though he had made Hasna feel like a fool that was stirred earlier.

Hasna smiled slanting and snorted. It made Gus Musa shake his head while smiling knots.

"That was a test of patience. You will train patience to control your temperament. How, can you?" said Moses.

Of course, his words made Hasna round her eyes and mouth.

Hasna's expression made Moses laugh.

"Not be angry. I really want you to meet Ummi. He wants to meet you. Oh yeah, how's your hand, what's it-"

"Excession! It sucks!" decak Hasna passed quickly through Moses.

"Basically emotional. It was angry" murmured Moses, following Hasna's footsteps as if one were willing to take a salary. That's fast.

Arriving at the junction Hasna stopped. The girl turned to Moses with her face down.

"Why stop? Was the road so excited?" reproof Moses.

"In front of many santriwati and also Ustadjah. Gus walk first and then I follow slowly from behind," Hasna suggested. He did not want to be seen alone with a man who became an idol of one boarding school.

"Why, we are also distant. Not near," asked Moses. Not unknown, but the man was just testing Hasna.

When the santriwati to female teaching colleagues always look for ways to get close and walk with him. But that doesn't seem to apply to Hasna.

The girl always avoided him. There was absolutely no intention of looking face to face even the attention from him.

"I want calm, because it goes into this pesantren. Close to you make my days in terror. So, just walk first!" hasna said firmly.

"You don't want my way back to the dorm!" resolute Hasna again. The tail of his eyes saw Ustadjah Ainun walking in the same direction as him.

He did not want to face the woman again. Hasna feared the longer she could not control her emotions.

"OK-okay!" Moses chose to walk first and quickly. Soon Hasna caught up with him, after all, the girl knew where Kyai Faisal Basri was staying. The owner of these ponpes.

"Hey Hasna's! Where are you going!" yell Ustadjah Ainun.

"Hey, why did he see here?" decak Hasna's. In fact, he has walked quickly. The teacher knew it too.

"Afwan Ustadjah's. I was called Ning Khumaira," Hasna replied honestly. But he was not honest if he went there with Gus Moses. The woman in front of him could be a hungry lion.

"Did? Why Ning Khumaira called you. What business is it? You are a new student. It doesn't stand out either," astonished Ustadjah Ainun. Usually the one who could meet Ning Khumaira was only a special student lara, thus getting direct guidance from her.

"Afwan Ustadjah I don't know yet. But take it easy, I will refuse if asked to be his daughter-in-law. Because I have absolutely no intention of getting married in the near future," Hasna quipped making the woman in front of him this throbbing.

"Don't be your puck! Ning Khumaira had high criteria for her son-in-law. Moreover, to the wife of Gus Musa," replied Ustadjah Ainun.

"Just whatever. I will definitely refuse, so ... Ustadjah is calm. Gus Musa is not the criterion of my dream man" Hasna said. Then it passed just like that from the presence of the woman who was the teacher in this ponpes.

Ustadjah Ainun tightened his molars.

"The child is getting more and more confused. Everyone says Gus Musa wasn't his dream."

Hasna continued to walk, though Gus Moses was no longer visible in front of her. Foolish, Hasna also knew the way to the residence of the pesantren officials.

Getting closer, Hasna was startled by the voice of the man she knew.

"It's a long time!"

This made Hasna gasp.

"Lack of work!" scold him with a sharp pointed gaze.

"Gapain all the talking first. Next time, ignore it!" said Moses. He knew who Hasna was talking to.

Without answering, Hasna walked back.

Until he reached the residence of Ning Khumaira and the middle-aged woman greeted him with a smile.

"Where are your burns, Hasna?"

"Alhamdulillah is fine, Ning," Hasna replied.

A tall, dashing male figure suddenly approached Ning Khumaira and embraced her. But his gaze immediately turned to Hasna.

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