His wife Ustadz Part. 2

67. College To Turkey.

Moments before Hasna and Lintang arrived at Hubbul Wathan ponpes.

"Alhamdulillah...."

"Nana Lo came in first. You won Na!"

"Li, I won. We won!!" the exuberance of Hasna and Lintang.

The euphoria between Hasna and Lintang, did not last long, as Hasna was conscious of having not yet performed Maghrib Prayer.

Therefore, Hasna no longer care about the surrounding, he stuck the gas out of the wild racing area as quickly as possible, leaving the fanfare of the wild hoodlums who were discussing it.

Hasna's main goal is of course to find you the closest surau from the area, aiming to perform Maghrib prayers.

Meanwhile, the,

"Ughhh!" there was a tone of disappointment, anger and also regret that was held back from the Ferrari driver who had just been defeated by Hasna. Scattered the steering wheel and immediately leaned lethargic on his steering bench. He closed his eyes holding in anger.

"Welloooo! why can I lose to a car that is only a city car class. The drafters were women, again." continued the driver of the Ferrari, clenched his hands and just punched the air with his lips clenched in gaiety.

When the car is aligned, they can see clearly, from the window film of the car that is not too dark, that the driver of the red car that has defeated her is a hijab woman.

"Liet Cuy! You just lose

Half pretentious (when the finish distance difference is only a little).I'm looking for their license plate number. How about we find and after we meet, we make a new track? (challenge race)."

The Ferrari driver smiled. "OK, let's just say this afternoon is an introduction without getting acquainted."

"Goodle. It's really cool, that mysterious drafter game. His strategy, like his doi trained man Cuy! The flying hours are high, if only amateurs, doi will not be able to cut lo at the end of the finish, especially the car that doi drive does not have the power of a racing car." Said the driver's friend.

"Wei, koq's running away?" squeak the Ferrari Driver.

"John's the winner, bablas?!" between the murmur and the question from a friend in the Ferrari driver.

At the end of the wild rogues were excited.to ask each other questions and regret each other. Also the main curiosity.

They had been waiting for the red City car to stop, they were waiting for the shape of the driver to get out of the car. But in fact the drafter has passed from the wild racing area. Without knowing who and where.

"Invader! goddamnit." Said the head of the gangs.

"meaning?" ask one of the wild race participants.

"The car that just entered the finish, not the usual racing participants. They're like her, just cars that happen to pass by, but cleverly, they're dipping her car without us noticing." Said the head of the gangs.

"Ooooh." At the end of it they are oh ria.

"But they're cool bro! only using a City Car classmate can Sejago it. Especially if you use a race car." timpal other berandalnya.

"Either that. Like they are smart and experienced. Only with City Car can Sejago. Okay, money bets don't come out this afternoon. As soon as we do, don't eat people's rights!" the head of the gangs loudly. Making the wild-wild-wielding feel disappointed, but they could do nothing.

At the end of it, after the furore of discussing the blurred winner. So the wild brides disperse.

While the wild rogues are curious about him. Hasna herself was engrossed in prostration in a small Mushola that was not really far from the wild race.

The latitude waited for Hasna in the car. But because the Maghrib time is also adjacent to the Isha time. So Hasna decided to remain in the Mushola until the time of Isha.

After Isha's time came and Hasna finished performing Isha's prayers. He returned to the ponpes of Hubbul Wathan.

On the way, they had discussed about the phone and also incoming messages from the husbands.

"Yes! Miss call from our husband a lot. Not to mention Messages. They're spam."

"Huumm," Hasna pursed her lips. "Our husbands, still less busy maybe Lin. Until it can span a message like this." Hasana stared at her phone screen with a smile.

"Reply Na?" tanya Latitude.

"Whatever! if I wasn't Lin. I'm going on strike again." Hasna replied.

"Gue idem deh Na. Let them answer you later, Use Love and compassion." The latitude tickled. Hasna laughed softly.

Really two women who are cool and relaxed, they did not mention the race at all. It was as if some time ago nothing happened and also put their lives at risk.

After twenty-five minutes. They also arrived at the Hubbul Wathan boarding school. Hasna knows the state of ponpes is still crowded, because the students are still busy with studies as well as other lessons.

"Yeahaaa! safe, Alhamdulillah finally neat too." tone relieved from Hasna when the car owned Lintang, already parked pretty in the garage near the building of the teachers.

"Alhamdulillah! talk-talk, those handsome Ustadz, where are ya Na?" tanya Latitude. Hasna understood, Lintang was asking her husbands whereabouts.

"Emmm, if not in the Mosque, maybe in the Main House. We're going back to Lin's wooden house. Change clothes, then we go to the main house to see the children, as well as pick up the husbands. How's it?" ask Hasna.

"Ok Na! let Na hurry, fearing the same passers-by of the Ustadz. A lot of questions from Berabe." Hasna nodded in agreement.

Finally they immediately came out of the garage with the road settles as carefully as possible so as not to cause attention. But their steps came to a halt with the heavy voice of a man with a question, Afnan.

Afnan and Ubaydillah suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Makes Hasna and Latitude surprised.

"Heeee, Byby! sorry By, we're going to the main house for a minute, to meet the kids." Kilah Hasna's.

"Yes Yank! The candle also misses you." Latitude Reason.

Afnan and Ubaydillah looked at each other. "Don't let them loose." Ubaydillah.

"Diamond! we have to interrogate them to get an answer, why they're circling the region.

Apparently Afnan and Ubaydillah had learned of the existence of Hasna and Lintang from the tracking device they installed on the Latitude car.

But this time, they chose not to follow their wives. Of course there will be punishment for the doer.

**

On the porch of Afnan and Ubaydillah's Wood house.

"Dear to say honestly. You don't stay on the road because of Maghrib prayers, do you? You must have arrived before the Maghrib!" ask Afnan gently. Hasna and Lintang are like two suspects being interrogated.

Hasna just stared at Afnan. He silenced his mouth with his palm. A sign that he is on strike. Afnan understands that.

Afnan and Ubaydillah led their wives to return to the wooden house. They know the wives are hiding something.

The estimates of Afnan and Ubaydillah actually hit. From the tracking device, they saw the car driven by Hasna was in one point area with the position of the car moving several times round.

Ubaydillah had been informed by Imron police that the area was indeed a wild race in the afternoon.

But this time Afnan and Ubaydillah chose that the wives acknowledge directly without having to be in the pergoki first.

"Yank! just tell me the truth. I won't be mad." Urged Ubaydillah, Lintang sat on a wooden bench on the veranda of his house.

The couple's house, has the same veranda. Even though Hasna and Lintang are on the veranda of each other's homes, they can still get each other's lyrics and hear what they're talking about.

"Hemm" Helaan breath from Afnan. "So ... Nobody wants to admit?"

"Bu-not so By." Hasna finally spoke. Then reflexively covered his mouth back with his palm.

"Not so, how?" ask Afnan.

"Nana told Byby that Nana was on strike. Yes please don't force Nana to open her voice. Later his strike is off" Hasna said sounding ridiculous.

"Huff! well, I appreciate your ridiculous decision. But after three days, you must say without asking." Afnan Resolute.

Hasna immediately nodded quickly, raising her one pinkie and linking her to Afnan's pinkie as proof of a promise.

Afnan received her with a stiff standing body and her flat gaze. But really, in the heart want to laugh, see the behavior of his wife gales.

"You too Yank? go on strike talk?" ubaydillah sounds heavy on Latitude. The latitude shook quickly.

"Then?" ask Ubaydillah again.

"Follow Nana later as her explanation. If Nana does, she has to be responsible. Oops!" The latitude is almost eclosan.

"meaning?"

"No Koq Yank! enter yuk!" begg Lintang's.

Ubaydillah knelt before the latitude. And hugged her. " Lintang Prameswari, Ik hou van je. Je bent mijn laatste. Ik wil voor altijd bij. Please don't take my trust." Ubaydillah. The latitude glued in his sitting is still in the arms of Ubaydillah.

Lintang tried to remember the words spoken Ubaydillah, trying to examine it. because, he did not understand what Ubaydillah just said.

"Sorry, Yank!" two words that came out of the mouth of the latitude. Ubaydillah

On the other hand,

Afnan stared intently at Hasna's face, which was just looking down. "Hasna Aulia Zaharni, Iyi ki varsin, Sen benim herseyimsin. Please don't tarnish the freedom I've given you. Listen, whatever your circumstances, how wrong you are, Hasna .Art of Seviyorum." Afnan's hair was soft, with Hasna's forehead dipping solemnly.

"Let's go in, honey. It's cold outside." Afnan took off his Koko shirt and put it on Hasna. Now Afnan only wears white T-shirts as the interior of his Koko shirt.

"Thank you By. Nana won't tarnish Byby's freedom. I'm sorry, can I repeat those words." Pinta Hasna, he did not understand Afnan's words. But he was sure, it was romantic words, which appeared from the way Afnan stared and kissed his forehead.

"Hemmm, he said he was on strike, you know, koq is talking?" ask Afnan, tease Hasna.

"His speech strike on pending. Ayuk By, repeat those words and please tell me what they mean." Hasna.

"In that case, please darling continue her strike talk, Byby Allow. And as for the words just now, sorry there is no re-broadcast." Afnan replied casually, standing up, he was about to enter the house.

"Dek, Ana come in first. Assalamu'alaikum." Pamit Afnan To Ubaydillah.

"Yes A! Wa'alaikum greetings."

Afnan passed from the presence of Hasna. But his steps in Jegal Hasna.

"By! say it again. Later it means Nana asked Rasedha deh," pinta Hasna half whining. Afnan did not care, still stepped into the house, actually he smiled in his heart.

So even with Ubaydillah and Lintang, they attract each other when they get inside. Lintang just want to know the meaning of romantic words uttered Ubaydillah.

"Yank! wait, please say again, the words earlier, which means I'll ask Devano." Buluk Lintang, holding Ubaydillah's hand.

"There is no answer, before there is an answer! We're bartering, what's the big deal?" ask Ubaydillah.

"Sorry Yank! before Nana lets speak, neither will the Candle." Answer Latitude.

"Then, idem!"

"Yaankk please!" latitude Please. He follows wherever Ubaydillah steps.

At home, Afnan is the same. Hasna was following Afnan's steps, in any direction moving, of course to make Afnan talk again, say his words.

"Byyy! come on, dong, talk again." Hasna pulled Afnan and hugged him. Afnan faking cuek.

"You'll get the answer, when you go to college in Turkey." Afnan said in the end.

"What, By?" Hasna surprised.

"What, Yank?" Same with latitude. Who had just heard Ubaydillah saying the same thing with Afnan.

"Yes! continue your studies in Turkey."

"No By, don't!"

"No Yank, please."

"There is no rejection!" afnan also Ubaydillah.

"By! if this is punishment, then our law is in another way, Nana is more likely to be abducted" Hasna said.

"Hemmm," Afnan considered. "Honey, I'm not in the mood to kidnap you anymore."

"Ikh Byby is evil!"

Finally that night the minds of the wives were in the fog, hearing about going to college in Turkey. Lintang and Hasna send messages to each other, they promise they will strategize so that the husbands' plans fail.

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