GUS NACKAL VS SANTRI BARBARIANS

Chapter 53

‘Tok, tok, tok...’ at 02.30 am, the door of An's room is knocked from the outside. There was a faint sound of Umi calling her eldest son. Gus An still finds it difficult to tell which ones are dreams and which are not. He ignored the outside voice and went back to sleep. This time his sleep was very good because he could at will hug Naila. After all, his wife would not wake up just because of his embrace, even lightning struck or fire seemed to still be able to sleep soundly.

“An, wake up.. please Aufa,” when his sister's name is called it turns out that Gus An was immediately aghast to get up and open the door. Unexpected umi’ voice that was vaguely it was indeed in the real world. Gus An rubbed his eyes trying to widen his vision.

“Umi’, what's wrong mi’..?” tanya gus An looked at the panicked umi’. “Aufa, her body is very hot. Let's take it to the hospital right now,” gus An nodded in understanding umi Azizah's intentions. Without waking Naila who was still sleeping overnight, Gus An snatched the car contact. Then make sure the condition of his sister who is still lying in the room, can walk or not.

Aufa's current condition was very weak, her lips were deathly central and her body temperature was too high. Maybe it was so hot that I wouldn't open my eyes. Without a second thought Gus An carried his sister into the car. The atmosphere of Pesantren is still quiet, there are only a few santri who wake up praying at night and some others may be on guard.

Gus An drove the car at high speed because the road was still not crowded. Umi Azizah without ceasing to do miser and occasionally shed tears because she could not bear to see the condition of her daughter. Abi Amir, don't ask him. He is currently traveling for several days to complete a study in some areas. Perhaps his students could only meet two to three times a month.

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Naila was aghast when she heard the sound of bell jama’ah morning prayers. Although he did not pray, but indeed santri-santri who are idle must also be accustomed to wake up at dawn to read special wirid.

‘Astaghfirullah, last night mas An did not wake up I made a study. Well, how is this where there is no memorization stock anymore’

Naila rushed to find a pocket book typical of pesantren children, especially if not nadhoman. He patted his head because he forgot to bring the book. How not, his intention to Ndalem would just want to come clean, but instead Gus An sent Naila to the room only. It seems he forgot that his current status is already that of a son-in-law of kiyai.

‘Huft’, Naila grunts resentfully against her who often forgets to put or carry important items. But this is for goods only, if the matter of student Mah Naila number one.

Naila's eyes widened when she remembered an object that was not around her bed. What the hell is that?

‘Ya mobile is..’

‘This must be mas An, I can not play for long. Yaudah I just wait until I get down from mushola’

While waiting for Gus An, Naila chose to take a shower first. Bathing in the early hours of the morning feels very fresh even highly recommended because it can facilitate blood flow, even if shampooing. But it does not apply to those of you who are lazy, some say it is still too early, cold or blah blah blah.

After bathing, Naila rushed to choose clothes that were already available in An's room. That means both of their rooms. The clothes will not immediately use all Naila, can-can suspect children as well as pesantren if the clothes are new every day. Usually if it is like that it must be accused of running out of money to keep buying clothes, yes that is the world of Pesantren. Though we all do not know, maybe the man is the son of the sultan or even a conglomerate.

The hour hand shows at 05.30, that means the jama’ah morning prayers have been completed since. Naila pacing back and forth in room. Is it possible that her husband lectured at length because until now it has not been completed as well. But in Pesantren already crowded with the voices of the students. Naila peeked into the pesantren room, who knows maybe only children who are idle. But the assumption is wrong, most of them even wear their own school uniforms.

‘Then where did you go?’, Naila stepped out of the room. Eh, once immediately treated to meet Laras who is ready to clean up accompanied by a set of tools of war brought.

“You are no longer an obstacle, are you.?” Naila asked her best friend. The Laras shook his head. If only it was a hindrance would have said the same Naila. Because of course they will have more time to play around, usually anyway ghibah to and fro.

“So who is the imam of prayer..?”, Naila still continues to lean Laras with questions. Because getting here seems like Ndalem is very quiet. Usually this early in the morning has been heard the sound of umi’ who is muroja’ah or neng Aufa who is reading lessons in the middle room.

“That's a loh, which is similar to ustadz Taufiq, I don't know what his name is I forgot.”

‘Then where did all the members of this family go? Did I sleep too much last night until I couldn't wake up to go with them?’

“Nai kok bengong anyway.?”, Laras disperse Naila daydreams. I don't know why at this time he feels very guilty because of his disease who likes to sleep. “You see umi’ same mas An go not?”, barrel shook his head.

‘I was completely useless to them, to the point that in staying away just like’, Naila squeezed her chest which suddenly hurt. Indeed, from the beginning he knew, the risk of being kiyai's daughter-in-law was a lot of trials. No more responsibility.