His wife Ustadz Part. 2

65. Rezeky Nomplok's.

In another corner of town S,

Roy was declared healed. He was allowed to go home from the hospital by a doctor.

Now Roy and Dias are in a car that drove down part of the road berhotmix S city. Ponpes' car asked Afnan to pick up Roy and Dias, complete with the driver.

"Sir! at the front crossroads, just go straight!" Pinta Roy to the Driver.

"Good den!" answer the driver politely.

Dias who heard Roy change their route, he was astonished, where would his husband go? The road they were about to take was not the road to ponpes. The route of the Ponpes must turn to the right.

"Loh Bang! where you going? koq his path doesn't go to ponpes?" Dias lifted her body briefly from Roy's embrace, then looked at her husband with a puzzled look.

"Yes we don't go back to the ponpes, baby. We're going home to my house." Roy answered with a smile. Returning pulled Dias into his arms.

"Brother's house?"

"Yes, my house! our house is exactly it." Roy answered casually.

Dias silent. She did not understand what her husband was saying! as far as Dias knows, Roy has no other place to live other than in building ponpes.

"Not that, Brother's house has been sabotaged by his brothers?" Dias still has not found an answer from Roy.

"Yes, that was a few months ago. But thanks to the help of Bang Ustadz Afnan and Bang Ustadz Ubay, now the house has returned. As our home, my dear."

Dias, who was back in Roy's embrace, turned his face, looking at the handsome face of his husband. Implied reluctance in the brownish iris.

"Why? what was? honey, mind if we stay at my house? our house!"

Dias did not answer Roy's question. He just shook his head slowly with a knotty smile lips and remained clenched. Then he slapped his face back inside Roy's flat chest.

"Darling! tell your brother if there are things you disagree with or you feel objection about your opinions and actions. I'm not an authoritarian person, marrying me, doesn't mean eliminating freedom of opinion and limiting your association, as long as it's on a good path and acceptable with reason."

"Sorry dear brother! It is not the intention of Iyas against the desire of Brother to live in the house of Brother. But for now, Iyas still felt comfortable living in the Ponpes."

Finally Dias let out his heart that felt stuck. Roy smiled happily. The beginning of a marriage that does not involve lying because it feels bad, he thought.

"Good! we will stay in the Ponpes. After Mami married her Father Iqbal, and After Mami co-lived with Father Iqbal in his Village . So every weekend we're going home, to spend some time together. How's it?" ask Roy. The right solution like that.

Mami Roy had proposed to her father Maulana Iqbal two days ago in the hospital, right in Roy's inpatient room. They had never met face to face before. Their relationship was based only on the recommendations of Iqbal and Roy.

Mami Roy finally received a simple proposal at the insistence of Iqbal. But how surprised they were when they met, Mami Roy and her father Iqbal turned out to be both first love and monkey love when in Junior High when she lived in Jakarta.

Because his grandfather Roy moved the task, Mami Roy moved to Semarang. While Father Iqbal lapse one year later moved his parents back to the Village managing his Grandfather's heritage farm until now has become the head of the Village in his Village.

"agree! thank you handsome brother, dear brother. My priest, God willing, until the land." said Dias in the end, he once heard the way out of Roy.

"Aamiinu. Thank you again dear."

The cup!

Roy's eyes widened in disbelief. The wife's tiny lips had just landed freely without excuse on her right cheek.

Roy reflex stroked his cheeks gently. Dias was still staring at her intensely. He was afraid Roy was angry or unhappy because he had been insolent to kiss his cheeks suddenly.

Roy closed his eyes with a shy smile. He turned his face wrong. Not least with Dias who also felt shame in the end. He turned his back to Roy and smiled shyly at the window.

The newlywed couple, who spent five days together at the hospital, was not used to such a small touch. Roy and Dias will feel embarrassed and awkward in the end.

Roy often teases Dias. Roy who is unpretentious when talking, looks mature and wise in matters of household interests, let alone the needs of Dias! but in reality, they would still be equally embarrassed if one of them acted aggressively. They can be said to be one of the adorable couples.

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Meanwhile, the,

Even the afternoon has arrived. Hasna and Lintang were on their way home to the ponpes. After previously they pampered in Spa, then after her Hasna and Lintang went to visit one of the orphanages that were in the city limits.

After being satisfied playing with the children of the home. They immediately say goodbye to the caretaker. They don't want to stay on the road.

"Rezeky's down!"

"What the hell is Na?"

"Weh look at Lin! I never thought I'd meet this one." Hasna pointed towards the front. This time Hasna was driving the car.

The latitude that was focusing on a book, then turned his face and turned his eyes to the direction that Hasna pointed.

"Astaghfiullah! oh my God why should I meet Nana's hobby! Na, you don't mess around and don't look for anything!" threaten the latitude in the end.

In front there, there is a crowd of modified cars that are ready to glide freely for wild races in a fairly quiet road area from other riders.

"Who wants to look for anything and everything! Dear candle, I just want one kind of koq. That is, blend in with them and reach the finish line first." Hasna turned to Lintang smiling leisurely behind the niqab.

"Nana! turn around, go the other way. Just from earlier on this road koq deserted, not as usual. Oh it turns out that the road was blocked by those people." Latitude Speech.

"He Lin, what a coincidence." Hasna grinned. Lintang geleng head, his best friend and brother-in-law was not his fear, he even seemed to see the cars in front who were ready to duel.

"Ok, tighten the handle. Mentally prepared! recite the prayer, the plan, I will secretly insert this car between them. Once the flag flutters we'll be bolted, my goal is just the finish line first. After that we don't have to stop. It's up to them to do what. Ok Lin?!"

"Na, may my dong choose to go down, better order a taxi online, or ask to be picked up Ayang Dav." Weld latitude.

"His options are only two Lin." Said Hasna who began to slow down her car, her views circulated on every car that had been lined up neatly. He was looking for a gap to search Lintang car atara the berandal that afternoon.

"Ok, I choose one of the two options. What's the?"

Before answering the question Lintang. Hasna turned the car to the left slowly and silently. Like his there was one loophole for him to put the car, without the hoodlums realizing it.

"First, Lo is silent, second you are silent."

"Huh! what a difference," grunts Latang with facial features look upset.

"Pearly candle. I don't want you to be alone here. So just shut up and pray, God willing we will be fine. occasionally life also needs tension. Let the nerves slack." Again such a light speech.

On the right rear side of the car Latitude.

"In, look at the car, aing (like a cave in Indonesian and this is Sundanese) just saw," (must be Thor speaking Sundanese, but only Indonesian). said one of the men who was in the car behind Hasna.

"Hooh Fir! emmm, maybe a new kid. The race participants are from all over the city, not just from this region." Reply to the man who is preparing behind the wheel.

Secretly the man who first spoke, he photographed the license plate of the vehicle owned by Lintang with his cellphone.

In the car at latitude. Hasna and Lintang are still arguing. The latitude that asked Hasna to stop and come back. Hasna who fixed on her stance to participate in the wild race.

But it looks like the Lintang desire will not be realized. Looking ahead, a woman was preparing to wave a flag, a sign at the start of the wild race. Hasna could not back down.

Hasna began to devise by reciting Basmallah. Lintang was already holding on tightly with a mouth that did not stop Komat Kamit.

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