GUS NACKAL VS SANTRI BARBARIANS
CHAPTER 16
Two days Naila was bored, she just locked herself in the room. His father and mother did not talk much because they were most likely still very angry with him. To reduce her sense of boredom, Naila reopened her textbooks first. Read the classics that have been studied in the pesantren.
“Bored at home, want to do again yes... ” Naila mondar mandir in room. Think about what He should do to not be so.
“What I play to old friends house yes... ”
“I'll try, ask Dad for my phone. I hope you let me use HP... ” Naila looked for her father, then found him talking to his mother in the living room.
Where do I have guests from, I don't know?
“What Father's decision was not too fast. Poor Him Well... ”
“Dad this taste is right. There's nothing wrong. Hopefully with this path Naila can return to how it used to be.”
“But not so much the way. Naila can be stressed if only in the room. Come on, give him a little leeway. Love his HP or how to make entertainment.”
“If for that I can't. If Naila holds the existing HP even He does not want to return to pesantren, even addicted to gadgets like most teenagers today.”
“Huft... You never turn stubborn.” Naila's mother let out a long sigh for not succeeding in persuading her husband.
Naila peeked out from the front of her room paring to ask her father for HP. He would be even more angry if that happened. He decided to go back into the room and struggled with the novel that had been purchased until almost memorized by the contents of the novel.
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Late at midnight, Naila's body shivered. He glanced at the clock on the wall of his room. At 02.00.
Naila pulled her blanket to cover her whole shivering body. He felt a cold sweat mixed with heat. He touched his forehead. It was hot, but his feet were cold. With her hands and trembling body Naila opened the wardrobe to look for jackets and socks to dress her body. Long enough he rummaged through the contents of the closet but never found the items in search. Naila finally knocked on her parents' bedroom door. He could not knock on the door as hard as if his body was not powered at all.
“Mother... A... Father... ” the voice was so soft that the cat in his house did not wake up.
“Dad... Mother...” no reply from inside. Until finally Naila's body fell limp to the floor.
In the morning, Naila's mother was shocked to find Naila in front of her room.
“Astaghfirullah, Mas... Naila Mas's... ” Her mother panics when she forms a very hot Naila forehead.
“Naila why...? ”
“This body is very hot Mas.. let's cepetan bring it inside... ” Naila brought to bed by her father.
“Dia why Mas...? her lips were pale.. ” had been a few hours but Naila never opened her eyes. Both of his parents were panicking. His mother repeatedly changed the compress that was on his forehead.
“We take it to the hospital only Yes Mas..”
“Alright, I'm also afraid that Naila is why..”.
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“So how's my son's doc...? What is she sick with...? ”
“Son Father is experiencing typhus symptoms. This can be caused by being too tired, stressed and not maintaining the diet. But thankfully you brought it here immediately, so we can help you soon... ”
“Oh so it is, Thank you doc for the help... ”
“Sama-sama Sir.. ” the doctor smiled kindly then left the room where Naila should be cared for. His mother patiently waited for Naila to open her eyes. Many times he kissed his child's forehead.
“Naila seems to be very depressed with this punishment, since coming home from the boarding school she just locked herself in the room. The food also never runs out..” Naila's mother said with a look of pity. His daughter did not kiss from earlier. Her body temperature is very high.
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Naila blinked her eyes. His extremely high body temperature made it difficult for him to open his eyes. Her lips could not say anything. He tried so hard to keep his eyes open.
When her eyes were perfectly opened, how shocked Naila was when she saw the person who had been looking at her ever since. His lips were painstakingly calling out that person's name.
“Gus... An...”
