Falling In The Hugs of the Earth
Chapter 9
Syifa locked the bathroom tightly. He cursed his stupidity after waking up because he actually ran towards the bathroom. From inside, their voices are clear. "I intend to avoid even here" he regretted. No less resourceful, he also turned on the water faucet so that their voices drowned.
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Drt. drt..
"Yes, my future husband?" Fatimah smiled when Fadil contacted her.
"Where is Syifa?"
"He's in the shower, what's wrong?" Fatimah slightly moved away from the horde of santri. Looking for a seat. And so focused on Fadil's message, he did not even listen to what Salma was saying.
"Did he hear about me getting married?"
"of course. All the santri here are talking about it"
"Did Syifa also know who my candidate was?"
"My candidate?" muttered Fatimah reread Fadil's message. Her heart was flowering, her cheeks were reddening. He smiled shyly as he typed in a reply. "He knows"
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While in the room santri putra saw Fadil rubbing his face rough. The two words from Fatimah's message he just received made Fadil frustrated. I'd like to run to meet the Syifa. Hugging, calming, also gives an actual explanation. Many times he called the girl's number, but unfortunately since yesterday afternoon after Syifa got off the roof his number is still inactive. Fadil understands Syifa's position. But her male instinct says that she should accompany her woman no matter what her mood is.
"Ustadz Fadil" Sapa Muammar who looks back to the room with followed by some santri behind him.
"Cie's getting married"
Fadil.
"Of course I know. All the students are talking about it." He added again as if he understood Fadil's mind.
"All santri?"
"Hm" Muammar nodded steadily. He is now in the front seat of Fadil. "I think so. The most handsome Ustadz in Al Madani with a million charms is about to let go of his free time" Muammar laughed crisply revealing his left dimple and row of teeth.
Fadil. He was increasingly frustrated to hear the news that Muammar brought.
"Hey why?"
Fadil nodded back
"They said your candidate was a santri here too."
"Do you know who that is?" Fadil was surprised and stared intently at Muammar.
"Come, fren! The one who wants to marry is you. Why did you ask me who the candidate was?"
"Who?"
"What is who?" Muammar frowned not understanding.
"Who's the candidate?"
Muammar patted his forehead. "I came here because I wanted to know who your candidate was. But why are you asking me?" Muammar looks a little upset.
"Say who's my candidate?" Fadil
This time Muammar sat down to approach Fadil. "Listen, fren. I think something's wrong"
"Sure! All the santri and you are also not right" Fadil was upset and answered the origin
"Really! Seeing you upset like this, I'm sure there's something you're hiding. Come on tell me" Muammar put on a serious face to listen.
"Tell me, from the trending gossip now what is the name of my candidate? Who do they think? Who?"
"Fade!" lirih Muammar's.
"Quick say!"
"So you really don't know what santriwati's name is rumored as my candidate?"
"really. Really am. The vow. Sueier!" Muammar answered in succession.
Fadil nodded back. Rubbing his face violently and shuffling his hair in frustration.
"Tell me" This time Muammar's tone was firm. Intimidating his best friend to tell stories. "I was going to get angry because you didn't tell me something this important. I was wondering why you didn't tell me and I had to hear from someone else's mouth. But shut up for seeing how upset you are right now"
"Just scold me" Fadil replied unconcernedly. His eyes were red, his eyes were blank, his mind was full of Syifa. "How is his condition at the moment? Of course he's not okay" he murmured.
"Did he sleep well?"
Muammar. Does not respond to the laughter of his friend who looks ahead with an empty view.
"Did he eat well and on time? Is the pain really healed? Does he still want to listen to me?" Further.
Muammar remained silent.
"How can he not misunderstand again? How should I explain and make him believe my words again? What if he's mad at me? What am I supposed to do? How I..." Fadil was at a loss for words. Red eyes. His breathing sounded heavy.
"Who?" Muammar asked with a flat face.
This time Fadil who was silent heard Muammar's question.
"Who were you asking?" Muammar made clear the meaning of the question.
"People I like" Fadil replied softly barely even audible.
Silent..
They were both busy with their own thoughts.
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"How is this?" Syifa. He had finished his bath but hesitated to go out. He was afraid to hear about Fadil. His heart is not ready.
tock.tok..
"Syifa, are you okay? Are you sick?" Fatimah shouted worriedly. Syifa was in the bathroom. Before she even got a shower. Until Fatimah finished the bath and Syifa did not come out, making her worry.
Clack.
"I'm fine"
"Your face is pale. You really okay?"
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"Satur nuwun yah, Le (Thank you, yes!). Already want to accompany Ukail today" Bu Nyai smiled sincerely towards Fadil.
"Current, Ma'am." Fadil returned a smile no less sincere. Accompanying Ukail, the teacher's youngest son, was not the first time. He has often and even considers Ukail his own sister. Although Ukail is only 4 years old, Fadil will take care of him very well. Ukail is comfortable. That is why Fadil is often called just to accompany Ukail.
"Assalamualaikum" Suddenly Salma entered with a little worry.
"Guard, pripun, nduk? (Yes, what's wrong?)" Nyai asked softly. Touching Salma's hand as if asking her to calm down again.
"Punten, Miss Nyai is there an acid-reducing medication?" Salma hesitated to ask. Or rather wrong behavior because his eyes accidentally saw Fadil who was watching him.
"Who is sick? Wait a minute, yaaa" Ms. Nyai walked into her room without waiting for Salma's reply. Letting Salma stand clumsy in front of Fadil
"You haven't answered him. Who's sick?" Say Fadil suddenly
"Shyifa, ustadz"
Deg.
Fadil's blood rippled.
