Gusku My Husband (YES ROBB, Forgive Me Who Stirred Love - YOU. )

ch. 51. Lose Cepet.

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Jalal \= "keep me every holiday I go home and there almost 3 x. And the result remains the same. Until finally there is a 2-day holiday. Welcoming the prophet. I went there again for the 4th time. I was in the same seat Mr. Amin and Halimah's mother there . Then my mother started talking"

Ibu Halimah \= "previously I'm sorry. Mom already knows everything. Because Nila has also told everything the same mother. The problem is, her grandfather Nila (her father Pak Amin) wants her husband Nila tomorrow who will be a race or at least yes an ustadz son. Jum 'at kemaren. The common man in the mosque of this village, Ustadz Basyir. Also want to betroth his son named Ahmad Muzakky to propose Nila Nihayah mas." (kang Zakky jenengmu not choosy, gek ndang rabbi, podo tuwek e kita)

Jalal \= (putting face while saying in the heart "laha wala quwata ila

billa )

Mr. Amin \= "iya mas. You also can't help me what2 . I'm sorry, sir."

Ibu Halimah \= "or just like this. Tomorrow there's a family event here. Haulnya Nila's grandfather. His father meant it. You come here again, if you can khan come a bit pagian. Let her grandfather Nila (her father Mr. Amin) decide."

Mr. Amin \= "actually if according to the father anyway. Let nila go to school first. Who will be the soul mate let Alloh who chat. But, when Mr. Ustadz Basyir asked about it. Father also thought. Want to be rejected is not good tho same Ustadz Basyir."

Jalal \= (just head down ).

Mr. Amin \= "Yes already, don't forget tomorrow come here again."

Jalal \= "sign sir."

I finally came home. Up to esokan day. Kira2 at 10am I just left again to his home Nila Wonk.

I did go a bit bad. You see, after helping Ilham kang send food to santri2 who again work on rice fields.

And when I was there. It turns out that again there is khotmil qur 'an . I'm high, tolah toleh. Arrived2 I was called Halima's mother told me to go by her side .

You see the living room in the dress khotmil qur event 'an .

Ni'am \= "dengan pas niku damel sarong gus ?"

Jalal \= "no. .. I only wear jeans with white clothes. My black copah bunder. It's also yo don't lipet kopyahe continue not kesak i."

Ni'am \= "lhoooo is. Kok ngagem holster gayore green color, white coke shirt. Obviously ngedap2 i kuwi kico gus."

Jalal \= "soaleeee"

Ni'am \= "soale nopo gus ?"

Jalal \= "soale... sik tak udud di wong. Not a coward cerito lak karo an cigarette."

Jalal \= "ha ha."

Ni 'am \= "monggo gus, dalem ikang ngorek aken."

Jalal \= "suwun ..suwun.. mboten need to bother2...tak sumete dewe."

Ni ' am \= "mboten ngrepoti. Saestu's.

Jalal \= muoh ..mengko yourself marai weruh wong gendeng."

Ni'am \= "hahaha. Monggo in the next ne gus story."

Jalal \= "then, I entered and shook hands with amen. Continue there is a grandfather2 who wears a white cocoa dress wearing white kopyah. Next to him was a gloved young man, dressed in white, white kopyah wearing a green turban wrapped around his neck."

Then Mr. Amin introduced me

Mr. Amin \= "good gold, this is his grandfather Nila. His name is Mbah Rohimin."

Jalal \= (shake hands) "Good cake."

Mr. Amin \= "if this one is Gus Ahmad Muzakky, his son Mr. Ustadz Basyir."

Jalal \= (shake hands) "Good mas."

Zakky \= "i Ahmad Muzakky. Usually called Gus Zakky."

Jalal \= "gus Zakky's seed."

Mr. Rohimin \= "kok come afternoon kang ?"

Jalal \= "ngapunten cake. I still send breakfast to the rice fields."

Mr Rohimin \= "your father is a farmer ?"

Jalal \= "bread cake, Farmer."

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