Silence With Wounds Go With Wounds

turns out she was

After we traveled around the city and bought some of our needs, we went home. We got to the pesantren after the magrib prayer and to his strange pesantren was very crowded by the time we arrived.

"why so many races?" ask me curious

"somehow" said Saras while nodding his shoulders

"have us a hail?"

"who are you? sampe's got to be in Sam but everything"

"yes, the future wife of ustad" answered saras with his PD

"hmm yes"

"eh wait but ko they're waiting in front of your house?"

"i told you cit if they welcome us again"

"your style is pretentious 'gue' but, do-don't they think her bride-to-be labor times huh?"

"ngaco you, uda ah we go down rather than we continue but the tip is wrong mengu mending we see directly" aja saras

as long as we walk to the house rasar many pairs of eyes that pay attention to us it makes me very uncomfortable, in contrast to saras who are rather agile.

"feeling rich artist I'm a cit, see a lot of people" said saras with a pepsoden smile

"mad lu"

"hhh since when can love's mother tell you?" the word saras mocking his article just this time I said a very ordinary word in the revealed by many people in Jakarta and around him ranging from young people to the elderly"

"take that"

we regretted in front of Saras house

"where have you guys been?" ask dad

"out of the streets well" I said honestly

"yes well, it was already saying goodbye to father" continued saras and I also persecuted

"why the hell is it? ko rami is warm?" ask me curious

"it was a reception pesantren but there was a little accident"

"what accident?" ask me again

"teratak collapsed and overflowing some students including those who have pesantren"

"isn't that got coming tomorrow?" tanga saras

"dad doesn't know either"

"continue to be overflowing with uda in medicine?"

"that's why we're waiting for you here"

"why is Dad still talking?"

"that's a lot of nanya lu cit" upset saras

"yes, yes" I said and went into the room and there were five people lying on the bed"

"your son is a pissed bikini" said saras

"you've already taken medicine" said my father

"cit auxiliary huh?"

"hmmm"

we began to treat them ranging from leaking heads, bruises to broken hands and sprains. all those who were overflowed were all men and one of those I treated was the owner of the boarding school whose hand was broken.

"say I must hold the hand of ustad let me know what his condition is like" said I ask permission to hold his hand, why should I ask permission? that's because in an ustad not just anyone can touch him

"what is with your hands directly?"

" that voice is like I've heard "my inner self

"i'm going to use juja's gloves to object" I said

"felt troublesome"

"not at all" I said with a friendly smile.

"where's your glove race?"

"on the top shelf in the right corner" said Saras while focusing on dressing a santri's wound.

"maap" I said before holding the oustad's hand

"he's in straight line"

"can't shhtt" she said grimacingly

"like his hand was broken"

"the race here is cast"

"there's"

"where?"

"believed" I went back to Bala right to take the equipment I needed

"can you cit?" ask saras

"indeed"

"you are a specialist doctor"

"can't the sepesialis?"

"not really"

"kalo uda who's here to help"

"yes"

saras and I handled that shit, too, but strangely saras only pay attention to the face of the ustad but the ustad was closing his eyes to endure the pain or to keep his eyes I did not know.

"yes, but the face of this oustad is no stranger to deh cit" said Saras while helping me and I'm sure it mengendengat saras words

"important like her we've met" we saras and ustad it opened her eyes

"no" said Saras, hardening his voice and a few seconds back, closing his eyes and I took two steps back

"blow down your voice" I growled

"ok ok maap, but you don't know ustad this cit?" tang Saras and I just shook my head badly as well as the person who was talking right

"habit, you remember not fitting we used to kos we keep looking for food end-end of his we hear the lecture" said saras enthusiast

"hmmm"

"remember the absence of his oustad?"

"it's old uda"

"let's say uda forgot"

"have finished ustad, do not move too much first as much rest so that the bones return to the same as before do not forget to drink the medicine"

"thank you doctor"

"same-sama ustad"

"ustad remember not being the same as us?"

ataga saras shyly warms my mind

"yes"

"just remember the time you don't remember the cit" upset saras

"the essence of man is lustful and forgetful, let ustad jisa I forgot"

"it's okay"

"this must ever you understand fit you in Palestine cit" continued Saras

"that in Palestine is many races"

"aiss is a cuey base anyway" said saras

"doctor Saras who is married to ustad muhammad Ali?" ask ustad

"iya ustad" said Saras while looking down I am sure he must be embarrassed because his attitude is instalment unlike the ustad Ali who kaelem and bojakasan

"stufff"

"don't laugh at the cit" Saras said

"yes"

"ustad has a pesantren?" ask saras

"abi's got"

"but now switch to ustad huh?"

"indeed"

"you got a wife a know candidate? "

gosh

"not doc yet"

"this friend of mine is also not old, no one wants to be the same because he is like a block of ice in the desert" said saras deramatis while the ustad was smiling to reach him.

"look for dong" said the ustad

"maybe one day justad but, kutlrasa it's impossible ustad"

"what the hell" I said

"i always pray to God that my best friend will not be a spinster"

"nauzubillah" I said

"ustad how the hell do I find someone else's soul mate?"

"does she mean?" my word

"yes, I may look for you mate let you quickly nyusl" said saras while giggling and the ustad smiled sweetly

"you're not married yet already looking for a mate" I'm upset

"remember another day I'm going to that stage" sombing saras

"yes who want to get married, may Ali hold with your bad attitude"

"Amin" said saras

"oh yes ustad we have not known my name saras and my friend this image swingtias doctor sepesialis sarap"

"yes and before marriage you will wash his sarap let his sane bit" my annoyance

"you guys are so funny huh" not the saras who say but the ustad

"i'm used to being funny but my friend might be new this time"

"god if killing was not a sin I would have wanted to kill my friend named Saras"

"astagfirullah, istigfar cit if you kill me my husband-to-be widower before the legal word is heard"

"yes and he's gonna be so lucky"

"o Allah forgive me my sins, O Allah" said Saras

"who's ustad's name?" ask saras back

"MUHAMMAD ILYAS"

this name is very familiar to him