Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 6# Can't Be Naughty!

Hasna is not heartless to leave the faculty that for more than a year is the place to study. Moreover, he must also be willing to leave his friends who have always been there for him.

To be honest, Hasna was lonely at home. Grandfather and mother as they traveled around the city for religious broadcasting. Everyday they teach at a foundation.

Not having a brother made him feel like he was alone.

Hasna briefly had a sister. However, her only sister is now in Yemen to study. It had been almost three years that Hasna had not met him. Communicating on the phone is rarely done.

"Tomorrow I'll go to your house. I want to take you, Na," Mila said after they finished hugging.

"No need! Enough of this today I cried. I don't want to cry anymore which will make my decision change!" Hasna refused the intention of Mila who wanted to deliver it.

Hasna was already in the residence of the grandfather who was quite luxurious. This three-story building has an area of almost six hundred square meters.

At dinner time.

"I'm done, Bun, Cake. Hasna wants permission to return to the room, packing," said Hasna without looking at the two. He still feels guilty.

"Wait baby! What did you say? Want packing? So-so"

"Yes, Cake. Hasna will take responsibility for Hasna's actions. Sorry, I let you guys down again."

Angkasa could not say anything to answer the apology of the grandson just now. I don't know. There seemed to be some pain when he saw Hasna who was fashioned according to that.

The sky turned towards her daughter Hanifa. Where the 46-year-old woman also turned out energy looking towards her.

"Papa hope. This decision is the best. After all, Hasna had to go back to her nature. The child must be able to control every emotion. Not all, problems can be solved by violence."

"The first love of a daughter is her father. When his role model betrays, his pain exceeds heartbreak. I ... can't blame my daughter with all her attitude all this time. It's all my fault, Pa. I tried to heal the wounds by broadcasting religion as far as possible. But, on the one hand .. My daughter feels lonely. Hanifa hope, Hasna does not harbor hatred for us," said Hanifa who then covered her face with her palms.

The woman wearing the wide Khimar cried without a sound.

Space, can only duck. He also has the same hope. After all, Hasna was still his responsibility.

Space could not think of a possibility if her granddaughter was injured because of her way of life. Really, he loves Hasna very much. Until, Angkasa could not see his grandson suffered.

"Papa will contact kyai Faisal Basri. Hopefully, he accepts Hasna's sudden arrival. Hopefully, Gus Musa has not left for Yemen," Angkasa said. Swiping Hanifa's head once, the 60-year-old man passed into her study.

"Assalamualaikum, Kyai .." said Angkasa when the call was connected.

"Alhamdulillah, ana is good. Tomorrow, we go to the boarding school to get another grandchild, okay?" ask Space.

"Allah, inshaallah. Hope everything is good, brother. Wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi!" Space also stopped the call. After all, it was quite late there.

Next day.

Hasna was seen dragging one large suitcase and one of her favorite bully bags.

"You're just bringing this, baby?" ask Hanifa the mother.

"Yes already, son. If there is no shopping agenda. Let the mother send from here" said Hanifa. Now the era of all digital and shopping and sending goods is easy.

They set off using one of Space's grandmax cars. Depart in the morning, and arrive at the Maghrib.

Angkasa ordered the driver to stop at the mosque or musholla.

"Let's go baby, we pray Maghrib first. You must be hungry for food." Hanifa rubbed the tip of her daughter's Khimar.

"Bun, why enter Hasna to the boarding school located under the mountain kayak gini? Far away again" Hasna protested. His butt felt so hot from sitting in the car for hours. .

"So you can't escape!" airdrop from the side seat of the steering wheel. It turned out that the old man eavesdropped on the conversation from his son and grandson.

"Haissh, why would Hasna run away. Hasna will keep her promise!" her sprains while splashing her full, natural red lips.

"That's because you don't know how the pesantren is, baby," said Angkasa again.

Hasna immediately turned to look at the Mother, who was now holding back a smile.

"What about you, Bund?"

"You'll know later, son." Hanifa's friend was brief.

Hasna just poked her lips at the ambiguous answer from the mother.

"Remember one message Mother yes, dear. You don't be naughty there," Hanifa said to her daughter.

"Hem."

"After all when have I been naughty anyway, Bund." Hasna could only grumble in the heart.

Darussalam Pesantren.

"Son, postpone another year of your departure. We still lack teachers. Moreover, tomorrow, the daughter of Abi's best friend will study in our cottage," Kyai Faisal Basri told his son who had just arrived at this boarding school yesterday.

"But, Bi."

"Are you not like your cousins? Besides, you're not there for pursuing science, are you?" guess kyai Faisal was right on target.

"Apaan anyway, how can Abi talk like that. Kayak know aja. Moses-"

"Not Abi said. But Ummi you said. No child can cover anything from a mother. But, you can hide from Abi. Although, now we finally know," said Kyai Faisal.

Moses could only gulp his saliva roughly.

Seriate