Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 32# Mas Rela Removing Hasna

These two handsome Gus no one noticed the vibration on their phones. Both are at war with their minds.

Amar and Moses are in the hospital. Deliberately looking for fresh air, they exchange their thoughts and also clarify feelings. Especially for Gus Moses.

Amar, look back chugging instant coffee slowly. Before, he heard a definite answer coming from the lips of his brother, Moses.

"Do I really feel this love? If so, would Mas be willing to give up Hasna for me?" cecar Gus Moses.

Gus Amar previously let out a long sigh first. It is not easy to let go of what has been his dream ahead. However, Moses' feelings were far greater than his feelings for Hasna.

After all, he thought Moses would also be able to guide Hasna.

"My feelings for her aren't as big as yours, Dek. Mas, will cancel the request a few days ago to Abi and Ummi. After that, you can express your feelings. Against Hasna, through her guardians," said Gus Amar wise and big-hearted.

"Before that, I better convince this heart by asking God's guidance first. Before, I expressed my wish to Ustadz Ang" said Gus Musa.

Gus Amar, smiled faintly and rubbed the shoulder of the younger brother.

"Would we go back, she must be thirsty and hungry" Gus Amar said.

Then the eastern-faced adult man with white skin and a fine bewok around his jaw, reached into the cell phone in his pocket.

"Astaghfiullah! Abi nelponin continues to daritadi. How, don't you feel?" surprised Amar who directly attached the phone to his ear.

"On your cell phone too, Mas" said Gus Musa, who also pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Maybe the two of them are too late to think about the fate of his romance with the ukhti bar-bar.

Until suddenly deaf😁

"Assalamualaikum, Bi!" amar said as Kyai Faisal picked up the phone.

"good. Wait there, Amar's gonna pick you up!" Amar immediately closed the call.

"Where is it?"

"Udah in the lobby. Let Mas go there, you go up just between this!" gus Amar's decree handed him a package of drinks and some bread.

Moses nodded and the two walked apart.

"Abi, Ummi .. sorry. Hape it to silent," the pretext of Amar. The man immediately grabbed the hands of his parents to kiss the reverence.

"Amar, already know this situation even in silent cell phones!" ning Khumaira Protest.

"Inadvertently, Ummi," said Gus Amar reasoned.

"Kok can be compact with your sister. Nobody picked up Abi's phone, either" joked Kyai Faisal. He was also worried about Hasna. Meanwhile, Angkasa continued to ask him questions.

"If it is, Amar does not know," he answered who just realized that they are really compact brothers.

"Where, Ummi. We'll go see Hasna right now or wait until Angkasa and Ustadjah Hanifa arrive?" kyai Faisal asked his wife, Ning Khumaira.

"If they're close, we'd better wait, Bi. Rather than later, Amar or Moses went downstairs again to pick up," Ning Khumaira replied.

"Yes, they're close" added Kyai Faisal.

"Yes, we'll wait, Bi. All right, someone wants Amar to talk," said Amar.

"O Allah, did Amar take my promise the other day? Or does he just want to ask for marriage? This, though Hasna was-" Kyai Faisal could not continue his words in his heart, because of the sound of greetings he knew.

"Strong!" greet Kyai Faisal, calling his close friend.

Not be, Amar expressed his desire to the Abi.

"Where is Hasna, Kyai? Ning?" hanifa asked, hunting straight away, with her eyes already glazed over. Ever since news of Hasna's hospital admission, she's been straight back from out of town. Some of his tausiahannya schedule canceled and some even changed days.

Somehow he feels at the moment. The princess, since childhood has never even been in the hospital. Because, Hasna includes having good antibodies, so it rarely hurts.

"Sorry, Ma'am. This is me also just arrived," explained Ning Khumaira, full of sympathy. However she understood, Hanifa's feelings as a mother.

"Sorry, Ustadjah Hanifa. Allow me, speak," said Gus Amar, cupping his hands in front of his chest.

"Please, Gus ... Amar, yes. Say it" replied Hanifa.

"The situation, Hasna Alhamdulillah has been transferred to the treatment room. Hasna was unconscious due to her extremely weak condition. However, Hasna still can not be spoken to because the situation is not stable," explained Amar without anyone being exaggerated.

"Innalise! Pa, why does our Hasna get like that?" lirih Hanifa's. Her tears had fallen down the niqob cloth that covered part of her face.

"Patience, Son. We better get upstairs. Papa wants to meet with the doctor who handled it," said Angkasa calmly.

The man always addressed every problem with a cool head and was minimally emotional.

The five of them went upstairs in the elevator.

Meanwhile, in Hasna's treatment room. Blood and Syifa seemed timidly enjoying the gift of Gus Moses.

Thanks to Hasna's illness, they can linger looking at the idol of this one pesantren. Where usually they can only see and hear the voice of Gus Moses if teaching alone. That too, once a week.

Even so, Sarah and Syifa still keep their Marwah as Muslim women. The two of them just talk properly and as necessary.

"Afwan Gus's. Syukron water and bread" said Sarah who also represents Syifa. Because his friend was a lot of fear when talking to the opposite sex. Moreover, this is the idol spec and also their teacher.

Gus Moses only nodded at a glance. However, he still has to maintain boundaries and also his duty as a teacher.

For a few moments of silence. Hasna is still being monitored for sleep due to the influence of drugs. The doctor said that Hasna had to rest a lot.

Indeed, for almost two months, Hasna was very active in learning and worship. The girl was really trying to fix her.

Sarah and Syifa both told each other to talk to Gus Moses.

"You guys, why?" gus Moses asked, with a frown.

"A ... This is Gus, ki–we both .. want permission to mushola. In a moment, enter magrib," said Sarah, stammered.

"Oh yes. By the way, adzan magrib. Okay, may. We will change it. I too, again wait for Abi same Ummi to come here," replied Gus Musa.

"Franz, Gus. Syukron" said Sarah and Syifa at the same time. Both cupped hands in front of the chest because it should not be salaman if not to mahrom. Both of them quickly lifted their feet.

"Alhamdulillah!" syifa said, after they were outside the room.

Meanwhile, in the room, Gus Musa was opening a digital Quran through his mobile phone.

Shortly after, a loud voice sounded.

Eugh!

"Sodaqollah adzim."

"Hasna" said Gus Musa. The man immediately lifted his buttocks from the sofa, then stepped foot hesitant to approach the hospital bed.

Having closely.

"A–air," said Hasna.

"Oh my God, you are thirsty. Just a minute, Na. Gus Moses opened the mineral water on the nightstand and put a straw, but now it was his turn to drink it, Gus Musa was confused.

"Oxygen's been unlocked for a while, Na. Sorry," said Gus Musa while removing the breathing apparatus attached to Hasna's face.

Hasna still closed her eyes because it felt so heavy to open, but she felt thirsty.

Even though Hasna knew that in front of her at this time was a man who had always liked her to give a loud speech.

However, Hasna this time was unable to expel him. Hasna resigned herself, and let this man in front of her see how bad things were.

"Slowly drink it, Na. A little bit" said Gus Moses. Then, he took a tissue and wiped away the water dripping from under Bibis Hasna.

In fact, what he did was observed by several pairs of eyes.

Kyai Faisal and Ning Khumaira looked at each other in fret.

Seriate