IF YOU ARE A FOOL

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The atmosphere was quiet during the return trip to the pesantren. Siska closed her eyes, maybe she still had a headache. And I myself am still not pleased with Siska's exposure.

It is not wrong what Siska said. Sometimes the elephant in the eye is not visible but the ants in the sea actually appear. I shouldn't be upset if I'm not who Siska said I was. Or maybe, I'm annoyed that Dian's ignoring me?

I should be happy, my efforts succeed. In the near future Dian also Johan no longer bothers me. I didn't think it could be that easy. Remembering it used to be so hard to get Dian away. But why, there was a sense of tightness when ignored by him. Has he not for a long time ignored me, before there were many dramas he created. "strengthen my faith, round my throat O God"

The car I was driving had arrived at the pesantren courtyard. I wake up Siska as soon as I parked the car properly.

"why does my head hurt so much Kay? " he said it so opened his eyes.

"to the doctor, or you call your mom"

"I should have bought some medicine first"

"have you come in and rest first. Let me ask ummi, maybe I have a cure"

When I entered the main house, Ustad Billal was sitting in front. It felt like turning around, but it was caught in the eye. I met several times with Ustad's eyes. I feel like if Ustad Billal secretly pays attention to me. Even though I often dismissed that feeling and thought maybe I was the one to PDan. But in fact, the more here it is precisely that Billal who is often made wrong by his nephew. Because the nephew often mocks whenever he finds out his uncle is watching me at the dinner table.

"assalamu'alaikum"

"wa'alaikum salam. What's up Kayra? "

"what ummi there is, I want to ask for the drug ustadz"

"are you sick? "

"not me ustadz, but Siska"

"oh, what pain does Siska have? "

"head of ustadz"

"ummi is out the same. Come in, I'll find it first"

between yes and no to follow the steps of Ustad Billal. My heart has often been broken. That's enough, don't create a new scandal in a new environment. I finally sat on the porch waiting for him to find medicine.

"there is only this drug" ustad Billal proffered the drug brand warungan.

"it's okay, ustad. Try me to bring it first"

"Thank you" I said after taking the medicine off the table.

I went back to the pavilion house. As soon as I got into the room Siska was still slumped on the bed. It seems like he was really in pain this time. A few days ago I complained of a headache, but soon it was better.

"Sis.. Siska" I called Siska slowly, afraid she might fall asleep. Apparently not.

"there's only this medicine" I put the medicine in my hand.

"want to try a drink? " i'm not sure if the drug will work, Siska's class probably never took the drug stall.

"have it here"

"ok, I'll get you some drinking water first"

"have you heard the same ortu Sis? " i asked again after returning to the room with a glass of water.

Siska just shook her head.

If it were me, he would want to be noticed when not feeling well. But now again, I must not forget that we are currently practicing independent living. Ok, I won't ask again unless it's an emergency.

I let Siska go back to sleep after taking the medicine.

Actually, my eyes were also very sticky, but again remembering where I am at this time, the drowsiness was instantly gone.

Washing my face will make my face fresher and disappear drowsiness.

After returning from the bathroom I immediately changed clothes and picked up a book. The phrase basmalah never escapes every time the foot steps. Even if it feels heavy, God willing this will be useful. Time to learn tajwid.

Unlike the Arabic class that always makes me tense because of the attentive gaze of Ustad Billal, in this tajwid class I feel so comfortable with the beautiful ustadza Hafshah. No less great than ustad Billal, he also graduated from Cairo. Married while still studying with a student who both studied there.

An hour of lessons passed well. I asked permission for ustadza to immediately return to the pavilion. I'm honestly worried about Siska.

The atmosphere in the main residence is still quiet, maybe ummi and abah have not returned home. I just passed the house.

I opened the door very slowly. Looks like Siska is still sleeping well. But soon magrib. He must have not prayed Ashar either. You can't be too hard on someone who's just learning.

When I touched his body I was immediately shocked, with a high fever. Without asking again I initiative to find the nearest doctor's practice. Usually in the afternoon, the doctor opens.

After finding the address on google, I immediately went out to ask for permission. I don't know who it is, the important thing is that I have permission instead of leaving without saying goodbye.

"assalamu'alaikum, assalamu'alaikum" I started greeting twice because no one came out.

"wa'alaikum salam. What's the matter Kayra, you seem to be panicking? "

"i asked permission to take Siska to the doctor. He's a high deman"

"astagfirullah, let me accompany you. It's almost magrib" hear the answer Ustad Billal, why am I the one who sculpts? but this is not a good time to dream

"ayo leave now. Can you walk alone not him? "

"i haven't woken up yet to Ustad" our steps quickly entered the pavilion.

Simply stop on the terrace, not the doom of a man entering the woman's room. Ustad graduated from Cairo must have known that.

"Bus... Siska. Siska. Siskaaaaaaa" Oh my girl if you're sleeping. Especially when it hurts, enjoy it. Brought me in my heart

"Here worried, the sick even sleeps" the opening line effecte annoyed, came out just as Siska began to wake up.

"you here, there are sick people getting scolded anyway" Siska protested.

"one the same. Yesterday, I was the one in omelin" answered I did not want to lose.

"already ah, let's go to the doctor. Your body is getting feverish, but it was not. There's some Billal up ahead, some anterine"

"huh, why must it be against Billal. You're the one who anterin" directly down from the bed he heard the name ustad called.

"yes, same with me. Who wants to, what can I do? " answer me with a resigned tone.

"have washed your face, don't dance. Magrib hunt" I shouted as Siska began to reach the door.

The door did not open, but Siska pegged there.

"why Sis? " ask me.

"my head is muter-muter yes Kay"

"don't wash your face, instead of falling in the bathroom. Lap aja use a wet sleep, let not smell the iler" said I half-literate

"ye, never did. Since when do I sleep make an island" he replied not to lose. Still have the energy to debate.

I helped Siska to put on the veil. After that prepare the bag and his wallet.

"can you walk alone? "

"holding, muter-muter"

"ok, I'll call you Ustad Billal first"

"what the hell are you, not funny"

"funny, want to see you can still laugh? "

"Kayra ah, since when did you become a gini prankster. Sick people too. Must have learned from Brother Johan"

"so go to the doctor no? " ask ustad Billal as soon as we get to the end of the door.

"so iftad, it's ready" I replied.

"i think it's healed, joking around"

he said he was flat while walking towards the parked car.

"this is the key" I thrust the car keys from earlier I still hold "

"sorry, Kayra is not eating. So a little short of his head" Siska can still call me, what a pain this child! My grouse in my heart.

The car has gone. Where it goes, it's up to the driver. The same goal is important, doctor.

"later take the queue number first, after that we pray magrib first yes" ustad Billal said. And what else can be said other than "iya Ustad"

When I got to the doctor's place I got off to pick up the queue number. After I returned to the car and the car returned to walk, to the nearest mosque of course.

Iqomah was laid down when we arrived at the mosque. We immediately went down and headed for their respective ablution places. Lucky still had time to pray together.

Finish our prayers immediately back to the doctor. Ustadz Billal chose to wait in the car.

After a while the number I held was called. I also came to accompany Siska. Because right now he and I are like heads and tails.

I just kept listening as long as Siska Gratitude is not a terrible disease. The doctor wrote a prescription for the drug at the pharmacy.

After we finished, we left the doctor's office.

There is still a faithful Billal ustad waiting and becoming a driver, hihihi 😁

"finished already? " ask ustad Billal.

"to the pharmacy to redeem the medicine" Siska who was sick and I who became the spokesperson. Just kidding still can, turn asked by ustad Billal even my hands are in makeup.

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hay-hay, hello readers all

sorry to say hello. The important story Kayra already in up yes 😆

fortunately Siska is sick, try Kayra"

okay, actually still continue this part but it's too long. Eyes are sticky.

Look forward to the next story, ok

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