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

ch. 08. GO BACK TO THE COTTAGE.

GUS KU KU KU KU's novel has entered episode 14 with the title "RIDE TO THE HUT". by Author COKRO.

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" Yes, I'm confused about Robb.

If I accept Nabila's love.

My best friend will be disappointed and hurt, but if I refuse Nabila's love.

Am I strong with to my puraan ya robb.

O you who turn back the heart.

May I bargain a little fate MU or please yes robb,,, lend me Irodat MU.

Let me carve out my love destiny with him".

huuufffff...

"Gus Jalal, why stop."

the screams of Umam gus spread to the khusyu'an musyadah his love...

"anu gus" while fingering his shirt pocket.

Gus Jalal answered.

"My cigarette missed gus.

Don't take it first"

When gus jalal wants to turn his body and want to turn with the hope of being able to look at the face of Nabila even though only sak sreeettt...

Suddenly2 came the voice of Umam again who broke his hope.

"Pun does not rumble gus." finally gus Jalal set his face to the sky.

While saying" Robb, how romantic you are teasing me "...

With a smile, Jalal continued her footsteps.

Then ride a motorbike and walk slowly land and disappear behind the gate of the boarding school.

Neng Nabila, who was unable to stem his grief.

He ran to his room and threw himself on the bed.

While her eyes shed tears.

While looking at the rubber band giving Jalal gus.

He said, "gus.why gus.

You used to be very attentive to me.

You would never be willing if I was bullied by that thug2.

Up to 2 of these rubber bands, precious objects

for you, you gave it to me.

You said, later if you're bullied again the same thugs thugs.

Show me this rubber band, they'll know the owner.

"Gus, you don't know.

I scolded this because I wanted your attention.

Can't you read my purik stuff tho gus.

That, my lash, this purik of mine.

Actually, it's my love gus.

Do you not know, that the person who craves is the one who really wants the attention of the person he loves very much.....

YEAH ALLOOH..... I'M KANGEEEN.

Gus Jalalpun parted with gus Umam at the junction.

Finally, Gus jalalpun returned to his own cottage.

Entering the ponpes gate and heading straight for his house.

At the door, gus jalalpun said hello. assalam mu'aikum ...

Wa'alaikum salam warohmatulloh...

There was a melodious sound from inside the house, and it was the voice of his mother Gus Jalal, the mother of Nurifatul Afifah.

After shaking hands and kissing her mother's hands.

Gus Jalalpun asked.

Jalal \= abah teng pundi buu?

Bu nyai \= your brother invited yai faqih to Pekalongan Bagus.

How about nanyain abah?

Jalal \= mboten nopo2 mom, lha so kyai I don't feel good huh buu?

Bu nyai \= huuusssttt, mboten pareng beng sajang kados ngaten Bagus Cilik.

Jalal \= kyai, santri chair, people tour, until the child and lan garwone mboten kaursan ..

So, how about kyai2 niku?ho sinten tho bu?

Miss nyai \= iku wes consequences ne tho Good, like your mother is to be patient and also should not be too demanding as your brother.

Your abah has also had many affairs.

Jalal \= mugi2 barokah sedoyone mom.

Bu nyai \= amin ya robbal 'alamin.

Good, butcher maem dereng?

Jalal \= dereng maem maem bu, you take a bath first.

Then I want asharan first, ma'am.

After praying ashar gus jalal also rushed to his living room.

It's just a carpet with no desk chairs.

He found his mother who was muroja'ah.

Pas bu nyai afifah reading verse.

يَعْتَذِرُونَ إِلَيْكُمْ إِذَا رَجَعْتُمْ إِلَيْهِمْ ۚ قُلْ لَا تَعْتَذِرُوا لَنْ نُؤْمِنَ لَكُمْ قَدْ نَبَّأَنَا اللَّهُ مِنْ أَخْبَارِكُمْ ۚ وَسَيَرَى اللَّهُ عَمَلَكُمْ وَرَسُولُهُ ثُمَّ تُرَدُّونَ إِلَىٰ عَالِمِ الْغَيْبِ وَالشَّهَادَةِ فَيُنَبِّئُكُمْ بِمَا كُنْتُمْ تَعْمَلُونَ

Wow, this eleven juz .

Nyimak aaahhhh.lalu gus jalalpun as usual if again at home if bu nyai again murojaah.

So, Gus Jalal will sleep near his mother while bearing the feet/calf of his mother.

Then with his eyes closed, Gus Jalal enjoyed the grand senadung kalamulloh, which was echoed by his mother.....

But 2, his body trembled violently when his mother came to verse :

لَقَدْ جَاءَكُمْ رَسُولٌ مِنْ أَنْفُسِكُمْ عَزِيزٌ عَلَيْهِ مَا عَنِتُّمْ حَرِيصٌ عَلَيْكُمْ بِالْمُؤْمِنِينَ رَءُوفٌ رَحِيمٌ

Arrived2, gus jalal shouted loudly" yes rosulalloooooh .

This cry of gus jalal, finally made bu nyai end his muroja with a speech

shodaqollohul.

Then, somewhat astonished, the mother asked

Miss nyai \= baguuus, what's up, son?

Jalal \= mboten wonten menopo2 mom.

Miss nyai \= rosulululloh why son?

Jalal \= mboten ...mboten wonten menopo2 coc mother.

Ms nyai \= you know,,, kok ..your body is trembling so, do you hurt son?

Jalal \= mboten mom ,dalem just luwe.

Miss nyai \= youes, don't get maem first.

Jalal \= tray njih bu.

Bu nyai \= wes gede kok ask for a tray buk e tho nak nak.

Lhak tomorrow2 if mom's gone.

Keep good asking for whose tray?

Jalal \= pity sangkaten tho buk.

Bu nyai \= mangke dang in khatam to qur'ane.

Dang najai sing.

The marriage.

Let not spoiled the same ibuk e wae.gus gus.masak mondok kok move2 continue.

tho Nice Little Kid.

Jalal \= he he he.

That night, after the billions of studies the book of tafsir munir.

Gus Jalal was looking for his best friend Khoirun Ni'am or commonly called blawonk.

Finally there was the blawonk in front, the gothak.

Jalal \= wonk,black.

Ni'am \= injih gus, wonten nopo ?

Jalal \= me,ojo lali for coffee 1 teapot.

No wait at the usual yo.

Ni'am \= ????? (waduh, the address is iki.)

Jalal \= here2 wonk, I arep confide.

Ni'am \=curhat nopo gus?

seriate........

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