SO TEACHER FOR THE WIFE-TO-BE

22. Santet 2's

"Wait on! Do you have any medicine for witchcraft?"

"Haah? Wh-what?" Anila's closed eyes finally opened wide. Did he not hear wrong? Santet's?

"I said ...." Rafin started scratching his neck, his sentence instantly hanging.

"Ck .. Do you have a cure for witchcraft?" continue the man.

"Buffet?" repeat Anila to make sure that her hearing is not problematic.

Rafin did not answer for a few seconds, the man still scratched some of his itchy skin.

"You don't see this?" Rafin showed his neck flushed. "My hands too?"

Anila did not reply, the girl only looked at Rafin with her mouth slightly open. Anila saw Rafin's skin exposed to red spots. But what does this have to do with the witchcraft?

"This!?"

"Akhc ...." Anila shouted, Rafin reacting by opening his shirt. The girl's reflexes closed her eyes with palms. But it could not be denied if the body of the man in front of him was so good. Seen torn bread there, it looks like Rafin often go to the gym.

"I'm in pain from this witchcraft, please tell me the cure." Again and again Rafin said santet.

"What do you mean, those red spots?" ask Anila to make sure.

"Why even ask? of course."

Anila scratched the non-itchy bend. He recalled the snake feather near the longan tree in the backyard of the XI class IPS 3.

"Looks like that, emm .. because of the caterpillar."

"Fur plate?" Not santet? But I heard from someone on television. If it hurts the body, and it hurts a lot."

"Is that the rich man's thought?" inner Anila was inexhaustible, how could it be that the red spots could be mentioned as witchcraft?

"Can't you be dumb? Tell me the cure if you know." Anila woke up from her daydream. He has experienced the same thing. Almira treated it with salt, although it was sore but slowly healed.

However, the girl thought, where did she get the salt? There are cooperatives in the school, but it is not possible to sell salt. There are only stationery and other school supplies.

"Cantine Mother." Anila snapped her finger in the air.

"What is the Canteen Mother? Is this medicine him? But how do I use it? Or the hand in magic, can cure this?" Rafin blurted innocently. Anila seemed to be dealing with a child now.

"Ah, yes. It is better to rub the affected hand spots on the hair. I'm gonna go to the cafeteria for a second." Without waiting for an answer from Rafin, Anila left just like that from the library.

"Ehhh ...." Anila's departure leaves a question mark on the look of Rafin's face.

"Is he hungry at a time like this?" Rafin shook his head. The man finally obeyed what Anila said, rubbing his hands on the hair.

"Is this gonna work?"

...***...

Anila headed for the canteen with a run. This is not only about Rafin, but do not know Pak Wawan until when with his affairs. It could have come suddenly, for some reason the girl felt like being a good student.

"Bi Ami!" Anila shouted from outside the canteen while running in a hurry. Bi Ami—Mother Canteen heard it and was certainly shocked. The 40-year-old woman immediately approached Anila who was now sitting at one of the cafeteria tables. The girl's breath sounded dull.

"What's up, Nduk?"

Anila breathed as much air as she could before she replied, "Auntie has no salt?"

"Anila would like to ask not to? Not much."

Bi Ami was still confused. The girl did not answer the question Anila needed salt for what. However, the woman immediately went inside and returned to Anila with a packet of salt still sealed.

"Mostly, Bi."

"It's okay, Miss Anila can return the rest." The middle-aged woman smiled, Anila looked at her sparklingly. He without hesitation took the salt, did not forget to say thank you, and promised to return the rest.

...*** ...

"That's great, it turns out that hair can reduce this pain." Rafin monologues in the library. His smile was seen by continuing to rub both hands on his hair alternately.

The spots were still visible, even starting to make her hands swell, but the way that Anila was given was enough to reduce her pain.

Brakkk

One of the men who broke down the library door, Rafin jumped out of anger. Can't open it well? However, he returned to his initial activity, when he found out who had come was Anila.

"It." Anila put the packet of salt she got on the table. Rafin's forehead wrinkled, his eyebrows were almost fused together. He glanced at the salt with a puzzled look, and turned the gaze to Anila who was standing before him.

Anila understood that look. A look that asks for an explanation. The girl finally tore off the salt wrap she had placed on the table. Take the least and thrust at Rafin.

"Do I have to eat it?" asked Rafin doubtfully. Staring at the handful of salt in Anila's hand. Salt gives flavor to the cuisine, without which the cuisine would be bland. In Rafin's mind, wouldn't salt if eaten directly and so much would be so bitter?

Rafin raised his hand. Taking half the salt from Anila's grasp. Anila's eyes were round when the man put salt in her mouth. His expression was strange, his eyes narrowed with lips continuously tasting. The man's shoulder was lifted.

Uhuk

Rafin stuck out his tongue, "Huek ...." Anila creeps. Must be very bitter? Does the man not understand what to do?

The girl finally took a pinch of salt with her other hand. Put it on Rafin's neck and start rubbing it.

"Dhh! Hot." Rafin grimaced softly. Until finally back to silence, enjoying the rubbing of Anila's hand on her neck.

Anila was so close to him. The girl's breath was felt by her neck. Rafin closed his eyes, the scent of Anila's perfume was smelled by him. Rafin misses the girl.

Anila realized if the distance with Rafin was so close. The girl stopped her hand and took a few steps back.

"Let you rub it yourself, and the salt is not to be eaten."

Without answering, Rafin said. The man started to take out a little bit by a lot of salt and rubbed on his hands.

The longer it gets irregular. The salt began to scatter and slightly in the wrapper. Rafin does not take salt. Anila recalled her words to Bi Ami about the salt that the rest had returned. It seems unlikely, Rafin will spend it all.

"Astaghfirullah, fortunately my faith is strong, it does not waver just by looking at it." Again Rafin opened his shirt, rubbing the salt on his body. Anila's head bowed, but occasionally he peeked at Rafin's activities that looked elegant even though they were rubbing salt.

"You're just gonna shut up? Didn't help me rub this salt on my body?"

"Hhaa-haa ...?"

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