Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 26# Makes Two Gus Chaotic

Others with other santri also from the stronghold of the teachers.

They regretted not having the time to know who the amazing mysterious figure was.

"A quick look at Zoro's kayak. Dressed in black and attacked silently. Who the hell is he? I swear I'm curious!" the Ustadjah Ainun. Putting the back of his hand under his chin.

The woman dressed in Muslim dress supported her face with both hands resting on the table. They're in the teacher's office.

"Other than me, brother. I want to say thank you. Mbok Minah too. Because, according to the story of the mbok. When he was again in the hostage as well, the thief had thrown a stone with his head. Until finally, he was shocked and careless, then Minah could break away," explained Ustadjah Nurul told her in his distinctive soft voice.

"Huh, we're on the gallon thinking it's a mysterious Muslim figure. Kok ordinary yes, in this boarding school there is a hotshot girl like that. Feelings ... so far no students seem flashy," said Ustadjah Ainun still continue to analyze the events last night.

One of the santriwati teachers was already amazed and curious about the figure that has become phenomenal. Because of the incident last night that was quite stirring all residents of the Darussalam boarding school.

Some of the female teachers gathered in the teacher room kept talking about the mysterious figure last night. They are out of thought and have run out of sense to guess.

Last night's incident was also discussed at Kyai Faisal's residence.

"That's great, Bii?" ning Khumaira was surprised when she heard the story of Kyai Faisal. The middle-aged man who owns this pesantren also knows clearly from his own two sons.

"Yes, Mi, your two children who told you so enthusiastic and exciting about Abi at dawn. Even in just one breath, they told me. So amazed, amazing," explains Kyai Faisal later.

Ning Khumaira nodded in understanding, holding onto her chest.

"Alhamdulillah, the thief is a hatchet too, Bi. Ummi was worried about the safety of everything last night. Until, unceasingly Ummi recited to Allah, Bi," said Ning Khumaira, complaining to her husband.

"Yes, Mi Alhamdulillah. That is, Allah sent a mysterious Muslim figure who is very good at fighting. Even so, Abi did not get to see it directly. But, hearing your two sons tell you with a twinkle of admiration from their eyes, Abi could imagine how great he was, " Kyai Faisal said.

"About who is Bi? A teacher or one of our students?" ning Khumaira asked curiously. Even this middle-aged woman was seen giving a squeeze on her husband's arm.

"The question can be Mi. But not in remet also this is Abi's hand. Later cancel our shaum," reprimanded Kyai Faisal who immediately resuscitated his wife.

"Eh, sorry. Ummi release, Bi. It was the same mysterious figure, ", Ning Khumaira said with flushed cheeks.

"Mi, it looks like your two children are fascinated by this hero Ukhti. How try?" asked Kyai Faisal who was confused. Because it looks like a radiance of admiration from the eyes of his two sons earlier.

"May one of them be a match, Bi. Ummi wanted dong to have a son-in-law of a kayak hero, "soon Ning Khumaira who then got a match on his forehead by Kyai Faisal.

Crack it!

"Astagfireullah! Sick Bi!" ning Khumaira protested with the tip of her lips that had advanced about five inches forward.

"Eatya, Ummi if you say do not origin and and just carelessly. If he becomes one of our children, it means that one of our other children will be heartbroken dong!" kyai Faisal Basri.

Where his wife is now, just plain grin.

We leave this mateng uwwu couple. And turn to the two handsome figures who are thinking of the same figure but in different places.

Gus Amar in his study and Gus Moses in the classroom. At this moment, he was staring long ago at Hasna.

This girl in front of him seemed to be seriously doing the task that he had just given to all the students in this class.

I don't know, why. Gus Moses could not hold himself back.

Ever since last night his brain hasn't stopped thinking about Hasna.

Upon awakening, this man rubbed his face rough. Then Istighfar's words came from his mouth.

"Not this good. Danger for my heart and my faith" whispered Gus Moses to himself.

Therefore, Gus Musa decided to leave the classroom for a while to go to musholla. This man felt he had to wet himself with ablution.

"Yes Allah. Is this true. And what about how I felt before. Why is it so easy for my heart to move" murmured Gus Musa on the prayer mat.

This man had just finished four pieces of mushaf and closed it with a feeling of doubt.

"How's this? What's wrong?" Gus Moses touched his left chest with his right palm.

We leave behind the troubled Gus Moses. Go to Gus Amar's office.

Skuy😁's

This tall, strapping man with a fine brew around his jaw, stared at his laptop screen seriously. However, his mind did not rest on his work. Rather, on a figure who has been able to disturb his sleep all night.

"Astagfirullah. How do I focus on this work. If your face is always shadowed. Basic ukhti bar-bar," muttered Gus Amar while chuckling afterwards.

"Well, I have to be a rival of my own." Gus Amar immediately leaned his shoulders on the head of the chair.

The man with a typical East Asian facial contour has never felt this way in his entire life. Because, this first child of Kyai Faisal and Ning Khumaira, was only thinking about learning and learning.

Until, at the age of thirty years, already got the title Lc. Ma's. He has just completed his S3 degree in a short time. His doctorate was behind his name.

"What are you, the port that stopped this ship? Is this finally me, changing my single status to .. husband?" murmured Gus Amar again while smiling alone.

Well loh Hasna. 😁

Are your ears not itchy😁

"Yes Allah. Who else said Hasna. Mother or grandfather?" muttered Hasna as she played the ballpoint pen and tapped it on the table. While the other palm supports the chin.

"Na, what are you thinking? Ciee .. lest Gus Moses?" cecar Syifa seemed to guess and destroy Hasna's daydreams.

At once Hasna turned and gave a sharp look towards Syifa.

"Ishh, I used to have her ngeliatin. It's a fucking serem!" seloroh Syifa who is not afraid but rather more literate.

"Diem, the Fa. I'm not in the mood to joke anymore" said Hasna. His feelings were suddenly overcast when the name of the man was mentioned in front of him.

Because Hasna never once thought of a creature called a man. Besides grandfather.

"Ih Hasna's. Don't upset. I saw you earlier, if Gus Musa was watching you" Sarah said. "But how come you haven't been back and forth, from musholla?" continued again.

"Oh!" Hasna just sighed.

I hope what he's worried about doesn't happen.

"Ciee .. seneng tuh at attention. I want to dong ... !" too ... !" sarah again.

The plot!

Bolpoin Hasna landed on Sarah's forehead.

"Yeahakk!"

Seriate.