
“Nai, called Gus An... ” Barrel pull Naila arm.
“You take care of Abi's son... ”
“Judah you only. What was your name...? ” ask Gus An to Laras.
“Laras Gus's... ”
“Yes you please make me fried rice yes. I wait in the middle.”
“Iya Gus's... ”
“Oh yes, the same clean the room first now.. ” Gus An's decree roll back his body.
“Siap Gus.. ” said Laras and his friends who had been through the middle room earlier except Naila. Rara and Tika choose to clean up. While the Laras the eater most like to cook cooking. To complete these two activities does not take long. Laras serves a plate of fried rice specially made to Gus An who is busy with his laptop. The heart of Laras flowered when Gus An directly ate his homemade rice. He was still glued in front of Gus An waiting for a comment from the owner.
“Gimana Gus, good at my homemade rice..?” Gus An closed his eyes holding the food in his mouth so as not to be spouted carelessly.
glek.
“Big money..” Gus An smiled bitterly as he said that. Laras is very happy cooking in praise of Gus handsome son Abi Amir.
“But it is even better if your cooking is not sweet..this seems like you deliberately include artificial sweeteners yes.?” Laras was very shocked to hear the words of Gus An just now.
“Manis...? cook the sweet Gus...? though I made it using soy sauce with a little sauce. Why is it sweet... ”
“This you tried... ” Gus An raised a plate containing fried rice in front of Laras who stood right in front of him.
“This is really artificial sweetener Gus..” The barrel swallowed his cooking roughly.
“Bring there, you eat with your friends... ”
“I made again ya Gus. forgive me for incorrectly entering__”.
“No need to eat breakfast tomorrow, no mood at all. Yaudah you guys are back, now it's bedtime.” As Laras turned around and left, Gus An held him back.
“Laras, please tell Naila. Tell him to apologize to me. Not polite at all called even go.”
“Siap Guus... ”
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“Mbak, wake Mbak.. later you are late again, the punishment will be increased Mbak... ” one of Naila's friends wake him up who is still in a blanket.
“He'em... ”
“Mbak, this is done adzan. Later there is Mbak left behind, because Abi sama Umi' will again travel... ”
“Iya... ”
”Ya Mbak wake up dong, we are kasian loh same Mbak. Every day, the punishment continues... ”
“Abi equals Umi' does not exist. I don't want to join the congregation, still sleepy.”
“Naila... wake up... ” sounds that are very booming and most feared by the students call Naila.
“Iya Mbak Santi's... ” Naila was aghast waking up every time she heard that voice. Although sometimes his heart is a little arrogant because he is lazy, but he is also not uncommon to pretend stomach pain to be allowed to be late to follow the prayers of worshipers.
“Udah senior still aja bangkong.” said Mbak Santi while carrying his big stick made of tree branches.
“Iya yes Mbak, have woken up gini kok.. still afternoon do not get angry, pantesan do not sell-laku wong kamunya like to anger Mbak... ” Naila is like that, every time her heart is bullied she always berates anyone who damages her mood. It does not matter if the person is in the class of the board or Ustadz Ustadzahanya.
“Pocket take wudhu. Still in the morning do not provoke people with emotions... ” Naila walks towards the bathroom with half-circumcised eyes. How many times he hit someone else.
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“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim.. ” a very beautiful voice melted the hearts of all students in Pesantren Darunnajah. The voice of the prayer priest sounded foreign. Even the melodious voice of Ustadz Taufiq according to the santri is still defeated by the current owner of the voice.
After the greetings, the santri princess troops talked to each other asking who the priest is praying at dawn at this time. Yet the Security Council has reminded them several times to be quiet.
“This is not the sound of ustadz Taufiq. Distant is... ”
“Maybe Ustadz runs out of throat, let his voice more melodious right... ”
“Stttt... is not the time to talk.. ” is very understandable if the santri princess team is busy talking about their prayer priest. Though usually after the morning prayer they have slept continuing the dream while sitting.
“I know who the priest is, if not wrong this is the voice of Gus Aan.”
“Yang really you...? ”