The Light of Love Pesantren
Back to the Ponpes
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The morning air was cool, the rural wind was still clean not polluted air pollution, Nazwa and Salwa stood in front of the rice fields with yellowing rice ready to be harvested, Nazwa and Salwa stood before the rice fields, this morning the two of them will return to the boarding school with an old astrea motor belonging to kang ujang
"are you sure you can bring your own bike?" the same question continued to be asked by his grandparents for the umpteenth time to Nazwa
"yes sure, Grandpa and grandma are calm"
"but your wounds haven't healed yet will bleed again"
"dadn't calm down"
"your stubbornness is like your father's" said his grandmother
"yes, if we go back to the ponpes first, Nazwa will stop by sometime" Nazwa said, kissing his grandparents' hands followed by Salwa
"Assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumussalam"
The old astrea motorbikes cut through the streets of the village with a thick enough smoke
"Naz really isn't papa?" ask Salwa
"no papa Sal" lied if Nazwa said he was okay, the wound on his arm was still painful let alone the condition of the road that was still filled with stones made him more shaken, he said, but he did not want to make others worry about his condition.
Nazwa arrived in front of the pesantren gate, he entered wearing a kang ujang motorbike in place usually kang ujang put the motor under the mango tree
The condition of the boarding school is quiet, the students have started to study in their respective classes because the clock has shown at half-eight. Nazwa and Salwa walk first to meet Fathia's ustadzah because they have to report that they have returned.
"Assalamu'alaikum" the two of them said as they entered the teacher's room
"Wa'alaikumussalam"
"Nazwa, your Salwa is okay, right?" ask ustadzah Fathia directly approached them
"hehehehe..just a little bit of an ustadzah accident" muttered little Nazwa that could only be heard by Salwa who was beside him.
"oh yes Nazwa, anti why?" tanya ustadzah Fathia saw the plaster on the Nazwa temple
"oh this is just a small accident, not sick really"
"sorry yes ustdazah yesterday ngerepotin y'all"
"not papa ustadzah"
"oh yeah because the class has already started in the dormitory"
"na'am ustadzah, Assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumussalam"
When out of the teacher room suddenly there was a santri who ran in a hurry to get in
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"uh" Nazwa fell because he could not escape
"oh, next time if the streets do not run away dong" nagged Nazwa on the person who hit him, Gus Fatih
"afwan, ana is in a hurry" said Gus Fatih standing assisted by Agus
"yes but you don't have to run too" Nazwa muttered as he cleaned his slightly dirty skirt
"Astagfirullohaladzim Nazwa's arms are anti" Salwa said, closing his mouth when he saw Nazwa's sleeves turning red.
"why the bandwagon is wearing all the time" Nazwa murmured at the blood that began to flow from his arm while enduring a slight pain
"no papa really, let's go sal" said Nazwa rushed to leave but his wrist was held by someone, Nazwa saw his hand held and looked at the person who was still holding his hand
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their eyes meet each other
"astagfirullohaladzim afwan" Gus Fatih immediately released his hand that was reflexively holding Nazwa's wrist
"what the hell is hold-hold?" nazwa hid her nervousness
"why anti-hands?"
"no papa's just a small wound"
"ana apologized yesterday should have delivered the invitation, so if the hand is anti-wound because of yesterday's incident ana apologized" said Gus Fatih
"ana also apologized to Nazwa, Salwa" Agus also felt guilty
"just make it a lesson not to be repeated again, you should as men be more responsible for the mandate given" explained Nazwa
"yes the name is also we forget Naz" said Agus
"don't get senile like an old man"
"ah ah we go first, assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumussalam"
"actually what happened is the same anti Naz, it is impossible to be injured just because of the fall" murmured Gus Fatih small
"woi instead bengong, let's spit" Agus pulled Gus Fatih's hand into the office
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"Naz we to the UKS first, ngobatin anti-same hand bandage change so as not to infection" Salwa felt pained to see blood from Nazwa's arm and was only embraced by Nazwa
chequeleked
"Assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumussalam"
"loh Fitri kok anti there in the UKS, anti not learn?" tanya Salwa saw Fitri their upperclassman who used to take care of the UKS room
"the usual case of Sal, a tenth-grader who pretended to be sick has not been the duty of Zulaikha's ustadzah, happened to be an empty lesson Gus Rayhan said he went to study in the next village so that he was only in love with duty"
"where do you go now?" tanya Nazwa watched the empty UKS room
"it's out, back to the dorm"
"there are many reasons"
"what are you two doing here?"
"there's not the same cotton bandage?"
"it seems like it's still there" Fitri dismantled a small closet provided in the UKS room
"yes, but what are you doing?" ask Fitri while handing over the cotton and bandages
"nazwa's arm is wound, let's sit on Naz" Salwa patted the uks' bed
"wound? what marks?"
"the story is long, raise your arms against Naz" Salwa said
"what is the anti-fitri?" nazwa asked confusedly to see Fitri to a table with a flask and gallons of drinking water
"make sweet tea for anti"
"astaga that wound in the arm why for sweet tea, ana also wonder why yes, if in the UKS it must always drink sweet tea, whatever the disease sweet tea still drink" nazwa said at length
"Fitri is better anti-medicine wounds Nazwa aja, ana do not understand this which wound medicine, ulcer medicine, headache medicine" said Salwa issued all types of drugs in the UKS cabinet
"astaga Sal, anti has lived seventeen years do not know where the wound medicine?" tanya Fitri and only reply to the head by Salwa
"astaga Sal ana thinks anti-tau" Nazwa said patting his head
"there never entered the UKS so do not know, after all the bottle is also no written wound medicine" said Salwa defended himself
"it continues the anti-wound period, if the anti-gobatin wounds wear what?"
"if the wound most only use medicinal oil or let it heal itself" said Salwa
"this is Sal's wound medicine that is red, so anti know if there are more wounds anti not wrong take and instead of recovering the disease people even worse" obviously Fitri while chuckling and only being taken in by Salwa
"Astagfirullohaladzim, Naz's great anti-wound" fitri felt pained to see the wound in Nazwa's arm that was being cleaned with alcoholic cotton by Salwa
"doesn't it hurt?" Salwa felt pain at the sight of Nazwa's blood still flowing
"yes have done the name of the wound must hurt, already here let anja who ngobatin if anti can-can until magrib is not finished-finished, anti ngoles cotton is really melted" said Fitri was anxious to see Salwa's hand moving very slowly
"by the way, what kind of race are you going to be in?"
"what race?"
"that is when you do not hear the announcement made by Gus Rayhan at the mosque last night even his information is also in the mading loh"
"what kind of race?" ask Nazwa
"it'll be Ponpes' birthday soon, and there'll be many more races"
"oh yeah I remember you guys weren't in the ponpes last night, where did you two go?" continue Fitri who has finished treating Nazwa's hands
"so the story is gini..." Salwa started to tell me about the incident they had last night
"wah anti-cool Naz can fight people kayak them, continue to begal where?"
"we ran away immediately"
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Many typo, sorry if the flow does not connect 🙏🙏🙏