GUS NACKAL VS SANTRI BARBARIANS
CHAPTER 01
“You still don't memorize Naila...? this is how many times have you not memorized..?” the thunderous sound of ustad made the entire room speechless.
“Sorry ustadz, last night my head was dizzy. I can't memorize it..” Naila, the person who was scolded by ustadz, just answered casually without feeling guilty.
“You always have many reasons. Sometimes say sick, dizzy, drenched parents, and I don't know what else... Though you know, the memorization time is not just overnight, but EVERY DAY... ” Ustad Taufiq further suppresses the end of his speech.
“Iya ustadz, sorry.”.
”As the punishment, you must not follow my lesson.”
Alhamdulilah.
“You do not have such an example yes, pity your parents slam bones to make a living to send you to school, but eventually even relax like that.”
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“Here please later in the clean yes Mbak, because usually reached by the guardian santri pas besuk.”
“Umi'..”
Umi Azizah, the wife of Abi Amir, the owner of the Darunnajah pesantren, always checks the santri-santri and the condition of his Pesantren. Not infrequently he found things that are not right such as the dirty pesantren environment, santri who are always late pilgrims, even students who strike school because they are tired of living in Pesantren.
While he was checking one by one santri room, Umi Azizah found a sleeping santriwati snoring while wearing a school uniform.
“That's who's Ma'am...? ”
“Sorry Umi' looks like it's Naila... ” Umi Azizah approached the boy and it turned out to be true, Naila was sleeping at the time when the school hours were not finished. He touched Naila's forehead.
“Not hot too, does He hurt Mbak...?”
“Sorry Umi', Naila is often like this. When school hours are still going on, suddenly go down and then go to sleep. We as managers have often reprimanded, but never noticed. In fact, we are even overwhelmed to handle Naila who is often late in jama'ah.”
“Astaghfirullah, just know me Ma'am, if there is a santri like this.” umi Azizah geleng-geleng when finding a santri model like Naila.
“Please wake up Ma'am, keep telling me to face in Ndalem (home of kiyai).”
“Umi'siap'. I'll wake up later.” Umi Azizah left the room then headed to her Ndalem. Santi's mother, the senior pesantren manager and idolized by the sons of santri woke Naila.
“Naila, wake. Umi' said you were told to Ndalem right now.”
“Aaan the hell Mbak, I'm still sleepy. Later in the afternoon to Ndalemnya. Ouch...my dream was up to where to forget..” Naila snored back, it seemed like her dream was still continuing.
“Naila... you know, Umi' was here. Look at you sleeping like this. I'm not ashamed of Umi'... ”
“Ih... I'm still a dream Ma'am.. don't be disturbed.”
“Naila. Yes greetings this child even sleeps, pantesan awaited from earlier did not enter.” Laras, Naila's classmate is in a hurry to find Naila. But the owner was enjoying his dream.
“Naila. Let's wake up Naila..later you were told to your parents, Naila...”.The barrel deliberately screamed right in Naila's ear to wake up immediately. Because since then even though his body was shaken, but never opened his eyes.
Naila got up while scratching her head. His eyes are still closed. It turns out there are also students who model like Naila.
“You guys why is it so noisy...? ” asked Naila to Laras and Santi's mother who was in front of her. A silly question like an innocent human being.
“You are called Umi' same ustadz. Do not use long, now also.” said Santi's mutt makes Naya's eyes widened in shock.
“Umi'...? why call me Santi Ma'am..?”
“Do not ask much, Umi' ask you to meet him now.”
Well. suffocate Naila restrained. Lazily he walked towards Ndalem.
“Assalamu'alaikum's chat... ”
“Wa'alaikum Salam... enter.” Naila's heart beats faster when he hears Umi's voice answering greetings.
“Really Umi' calls me...? ”
“You're sick...? it's like just waking up..?”
“Hehe... not Umi'.” Naila answered timidly.
“Kok I saw you sleeping in the room while wearing school uniform...? you are not in school...? ” questions Umi' who strafed Naila made her guts.
“So I went to Umi's school'. I continue to be punished, can not take lessons ustadz Taufiq. So I go to the room only, keep sleeping.”
Caught already...
“Why did Ustadz punish you like that...? ”
“Because I forgot to memorize... ”
“Astaghfirullah Naila, why can it be so. Memorize it every day, not once. Moreover, I have heard that you often pray late, do not even follow the activities of recitation.” this time Naila's guts are really cute. Every time dealing with Umi' and Abi always so. Though outside, the class of managers and ustadz alone is always denied by Him .
Naila just looked down. Dare not look at Umi'. The atmosphere in the room became quiet. There was only the sound of the clock and the breath of Naila hunting.
“Well, now I understand your nature. So as punishment you I give the task of cleaning up the whole of Ndalem for one year.”
“Hah... one year...? Umi' can't be so dong. One year is old Umi'... if the other just how, suppose I clean my own room so...? ” Naila pinta with face welding.
“No negotiation. Starting later in the afternoon... You are now back in school so I don't add punishment again.”
Naya came out of Ndalem with her face bent. I wanted to be angry, but it was very disrespectful. Being angry with the teacher falls into the category of despicable morality.
