About A Taste

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Although the drizzle still continues to pour, it does not change the decision of the bull-taking chaperones to delay. Even when the location of the funeral drizzle increasingly become. Be them wet due to drizzling.

One by one santriwan called to take the bantara placed at the cemetery. While Lin waited on the front footpath of the cemetery. The funeral was big. And on the south side, there's a forest.

The atmosphere was getting colder this time. The drizzle that increasingly heavy makes Wardah can not stand to rub his palms reduce the cold. Anisa and Wardah sit in the front row with the santri waiting for their turn forward. But, again, Wardah's views and comfort were interrupted by the presence of Ustadz Zainal with his friend who sat right in front of Wardah.

“This is used,” Ustadz Zainal said by thrusting a candle to Wardah.

“Create what Ustadz?” Ask Wardah in a daze. Should he take the bull again?

“Let's not cold his hands,” He replied. Spontan Wardah shakes.

Contrary to Anisa. He took the candle and thrust it at Wardah.

“Udah, wear it. Than the cold. Later passed out like that time,” said Anisa.

The radiant face of Ustadz Zainal. Although there was no lighting, Wardah could still see the face dimly.

“This makes santri handle entry to the cemetery,” Wardah said.

“Shyuut, make people smile it's reward,” Whisper Anisa.

Wardah also resigned. Be, this candle is for the heating of his fingers. Suddenly Wardah's beautiful eyes were fixed on a pair of eyes that looked at her from another direction. Bang Fadhil, he was standing at the entrance of the cemetery and was looking at Wardah's bead. His expression was unpredictable. Just flat like an airport runway.

Why does Wardah seem to be having an affair? What the fuck. His gaze was so scary. The misbehaved Wardah took his eyes off Bang Fadhil.

Only a few santri who managed to take the bantara, the rain flushed with a rush. Finally Ustadz Zainal instructed to immediately return to the pesantren and continued when it had subsided.

The santri run around the ridge to get to the pesantren soon. Same with Anisa and Wardah.

“Anise! My tasbih fell!” Shouted Wardah and turned around to look for her seed. No matter what santriwan he passed, all he had in mind was to find the precious prayer beads.

Not wanting her best friend alone looking, finally Anisa followed Wardah.

“This, let's go to the boarding school,” said a man gave the prayer beads to Wardah. Wardah was just stunned to see the water droplets from the man's hair. Anisa's clap resuscitated her.

“Come! The rain is already so heavy!” Said again.

Wardah nodded and immediately turned around. Be now Wardah and Anisa are in the middle of santriwan. If anyone reports to the authorities, they must have been exposed.

Unexpectedly Bang Fadhil took off the jacket he was wearing and draped over Wardah's head. In order not to get rained. Anisa was given her hat.

“Ceweek! How can I be here anyway?” Tempta one of the santriwan.

“Do not mess with you!” Excited Bang Fadhil who walked beside Wardah.

“Ampun Bang,” Tweet the santri. Bang Fadhil is very respected as it turns out. Haha.

“Excuse me! Share road! Share road! Move aside!” Bang Fadhil opens the way for Wardah and Anisa.

Cool out! Santri son of his mouth is not as comfortable as the women. So not so worried, they will not complain about the scene of borrowing the jacket.

At the boarding gate they separated. Fortunately, the atmosphere was quiet. People are already sheltering in security posts or scout meeting rooms. Wardah and Anisa return to Arama to take a bath and change clothes.

Can't stand this real cold. Don't forget Wardah washed the lifeguard's jacket. Don't ask how she feels. He was so happy. Washing activities, and,

“Awas lho War, later someone suspected ama your closeness with Bang Fadhil lhoo! Especially now that you hold our class unity jacket,” said Anisa.

“Don't scare me! I don't have anything to do with him,” Struggles Wardah.

“Where is it, if her ex-boyfriend knows?” Anisa's getting more and more pumped up.

Wardah doesn't talk about Anisa. He should finish his current activities immediately. He should get to the scout's office.

Wardah and Anisa are now wearing sportswear. There's no way they're wearing that wet scout shirt.

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After the heavy rain subsided, it turned out that the process of taking the bantara was still continued. Just so you know, the drowsiness can not be dammed again gaesss. They didn't sleep all night.

The taking of the bantara is done until the dawn of reverberation. Daebak! In cold times like this they take a bath twice. After the dawn prayers Wardah and Anisa immediately lay down in their tent.

Whatever it is outside there will be what other events are. Importantly now Wardah, Anisa and three other friends rest their eyes. It seems that outside there are still quite a lot of organizers, who heard the sound of the gang from his ex Bang Fadhil. Hehe. Malumnah, they're scout freaks. Unlike Wardah and Anisa who come because they are obliged.

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Wardah doesn't say. Can't wait for Wardah, Nina finally got into Wardah's tent.

"This is food from Ustadz Zainal. At the meal yes," he said by giving it to Wardah and soon passed.

"Eat gih! I don't want to". Said Wardah to Anisa and the other two friends.

"Waaah, thank God, you don't have to go out and take Nasiii" Anisa said.

"You can't War, just eat a little. I know from this rice there is a veiled intention, but you also appreciate the gift. This is also your sustenance. The three of us got a splash, hehehe." Said Eva.

"Huufft, yes. I eat, but a little. I do not want to eat, this is also a lot of one package" replied Wardah.

"Yes no papa, the important thing is to appreciate a little," continued Anisa.

Anisa knows very well, Wardah's portion of food is indeed a little. If it's too much, it'll take it all out.

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If yesterday was a day of rest, then today there is no word of rest. They the committee has been busy downstream-mudik preparing his duties.

Wardah and Anisa become one team in charge of the Smart Careful race. Now they are both busy with making problems for materials. Fortunately, the wave is still noon.

"What else is it, huh?" Ask Anisa.

"Angoing moment, don't think about it," replied Wardah with a serious pretentious face.

Shaking the ballpoint pen against his forehead as if his brilliant idea was about to emerge. A hand pulled the ball suddenly from the window behind him. Sontak Wardah is looking for the culprit.

"Do not practice the habit of the head, do not" said the master.

"Ngapain is there Bang? Just ngagetin!" Chirping Anisa.

"Now! I went out earlier" said Bang Fadhil gave Wardah two mini escreems.

"Thank you" Wardah said. Her sweet smile seemed to hypnotize the human in front of her.

"Need help?" Ask Bang Fadhil.

"Help me out" Lirih Wardah.

"Boleeh, you better not take everything seriously. Interspersed the same about the hilarious," Anisa and Wardah are still listening.

"Don't look at it, I'll salting later. Problem change such as license plate number ustadz motor, the number of mango trees, or what is it," continued Bang Fadhil.

"Should that be?" Ask Wardah.

"Let's not vacuum later" replied Bang Fadhil.

Wardah and Anisa must understand. Agree, this is not an official event. Okay fine! Let's create a new LCC atmosphere.

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Their chatter was halted when Ustadz Zainal arrived.

"Is not ready yet?" Ask her.

"Ustadz, two hours to go" replied Anisa.

Seeing the Uncle there, Bang Fadhil went away from where he was. Yep! Bang Fadhil is the son of Ustadz Zainal. And it turns out that the woman he likes is also the same woman.

Seriate....