Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 29# Hasna Sick

I want to feel Amar screaming in shock like that but he can only do it in his heart.

His brother's face was so happy, while his own feelings were still gray.

Amar walked to the front door and stopped. Meanwhile, Moses was still staring at the floor.

"Hey, Dude!" call Gus Amar to his brother.

Moses looked up and he understood. Amar wanted her to accompany him to speak to their parents.

"I'm sure, let Mas Amar marry Hasna. So, the Ukhti bars will be my sister-in-law, so, "inner Moses, hesitates.

Unknowingly, the footsteps of the two of them had reached the living room. Where both parents are relaxing..

Amar also expressed his intention to Kyai Faisal and Ning Khumaira the ummi.

Suddenly, these two husbands and wives looked at each other in their confusion.

"God willing, Abi will talk about your intentions to Angkasa" replied Kyai Faisal.

There is something that is hidden by this married couple from their two children. And it was seen by Moses.

"Why ... ummi same Abi kok kayak less like to hear the wishes of Mas Amar? Didn't they also want to get married quickly? Why is Ummi's gaze like that on me?" moses told himself.

Next day.

Hasna woke up.

Since last night the hadith tried to resist the feeling that hit his body. But this morning he felt unable to do it anymore. So Hasna was not even strong enough to just get off her bed.

"You're hot, Na. It's a fever" said Syifa, who was given permission from the class to see Hasna. Because, this morning Hasna did not eat at all because of vomiting continues.

"I'm cold, Fa. Please ... pinjemin me your blanket," Hasna pinta in a shivering voice.

He used a double blanket.

"Duh, what are you sick about. It's hot outside and cold inside?" muttered the confused Syifa. While squeezing the cloth he used to compress his friend's forehead.

Wanting to go back to class, it was heartless to leave Hasna in this state.

Hasna did not answer, even her eyes were still closed as if it was difficult to open. His body shakes under his blanket.

"I have to ask the clinic for the medicine." With a heavy heart, Syifa was forced to leave Hasna alone in the room. Not to forget, Syifa reported to the hostel supervisor about how Hasna is currently doing.

The supervisor of the room immediately looked at Hasna's state. Then report to the head of santriwati.

Syifa's permission to treat Hasna to Ustadjah Nurul. Because it just so happened that today was his class. Sarah, who knows Hasna's situation, also wants permission. Ustadjah Nurul forbade it. Enough Syifa to accompany Hasna, Ustadjah Nurul said.

Syifa had given Hasna the medicine, and fed her the porridge. But Hasna's situation is getting worse. The girl continued to vomit even though only water entered her stomach.

Hasna's face was pale as if without blood.

It came to the ear of Gus Moses.

"Astagfirullah. Seriously, Hasna's sick?" gus Musa asked one of the santri he had heard about Hasna. Incidentally, when Moses passed by earlier some santriwati talked about the state of Hasna.

Some even say unusual things. I don't know where the news source is.

"Vomiting yes. I have never seen him so far either. He has been here for almost two months now" Ustadjah Ainun said as the teachers were in the classroom.

"I mean, Ustadjah .. is there a chance that Hasna was, so pregnant?" kulik, the other Ustadjah.

"But, Brother. It could have been if Hasna had a certain disease. According to him, she was a good girl" said Ustadjah Nurul, who had just joined the room.

"Where there is, a good girl who was suddenly put into the boarding house by her parents. As long as you know, she is a bad girl and likes to fight and race motorcycles," said Ustadjah Ainun.

"Well, Ustadjah know where?" Kulik another teacher.

"I accidentally heard Kyai Faisal and Ning Khumaira talking about Hasna. All this time, I kept quiet even though I knew who the boy really was. Hence, I deliberately thought he was fit in the cooking law by Gus Musa" he added.

Said, Oh long came out of the mouths of some teachers. Ustadjah Nurul.

In the mind of one of the teachers who has the characteristic of this meek voice, it is thinking of another possibility.

"Good move, we all always prejudiced against anyone. Including, our own santriwati. Even if, their background is poor or underground. Verily Allah loves a man who cares and loves his neighbor" said Ustadjah Nurul so soft, that it can cool the atmosphere.

They all fell silent, including Ustadjah Ainun who almost provoked the teachers.

"Sister, if as you say. Even Hasna is a girl who likes to fight. Is there a possibility, if the one on that night against the two thieves is Hasna?" guess Ustadjah Nurul expressed his speculation.

"Huh, where is it possible? The mysterious figure of the Muslim woman that night was very cool," Ustadjah Ainun refused. However, he actually agreed with the analysis of Ustadjah Nurul. Because, if you look at his eyes is the same as Hasna.

After all, in this pesantren there is no santriwati who have martial arts like that.

However, with the envious and spiteful nature that had unconsciously stuck in his heart. Ainun, trying to dismiss all the possibilities that led to Hasna.

Meanwhile.

"Nhc ... Ummi ...!" call Moses when he is in his house.

The man walked there and came around the house. For the sake of looking for the figure he really needed at this moment.

Soon, a wide-clothed figure appeared with his niqob from the outside.

Moses still looked around the house.

"Where are you?" murmured Moses. The thin-moustached man shouted once more.

"Nnnn ...!"

"Benefit!" replied Ning Khumaira. Where immediately made Moses aghast because of shock.

"Astagfirullah. Why are you nongol in the back" he protested.

"Why are you screaming?" ning Khumaira asked who had taken off her niqob.

"Hasna's sick. The situation is quite severe, the medicine from the clinic has no effect at all, he said," Musa said so quickly.

"Innalilahi," cried Ning Khumaira restrained.

"Now, you have to anter Ummi there!" bring Ning Khumaira who has put her niqob back on.

"Jude, come on!" Moses led the hand of Ummi.

Unbeknownst to these two people, there was a pair of eyes peering out from behind the huge closet.

A bitter smile was imprinted on his face that had fine fur around the jaw.

"Why are you covering your feelings, Dek. Or, you didn't realize it?" murmured the man who was hiding while holding his left chest that was throbbing in pain.

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