His wife Ustadz Part. 2

70. Night market.

Afnan. He sat stiffened in amazement with Hasna's look. Afnan who was sitting on the sofa of the living room, facing towards the stairs, looked her eyes directly at Hasna, who had just come down from her room.

"Darling!" afnan Gumam. Hasna smiled sweetly at him (Its from the line of eyes that were not covered by the niqab). Simple yet stunning look. Pastel-colored plisket skirts, white T-shirts combined with jackets made from Levis in copper, and soft pink pashmina, which dangles covering the chest area to the abdomen. Not to forget the niqab that had been spread neatly covered his face.

Hasna was amazed by the look of Afnan that looked simple, but looked cool. He was clad in black jeans, with matching shirts, but in a combination Levi's Jacket was dark blue whose hands were rolled up to a quarter of the arms.

"God byby, handsome!" hasna murmured in his heart.

Grandma and Grandpa Hasna who were originally chatting with Afnan, they gave each other a code using a signal, for the two immediately stepped away from the place and gave them time to be alone.

"Son Ustadz. Please proceed, we're about to rest in the room." Said Hasna's Grandpa.

"Thank you Ki." Reply to Afnan with a smile.

"Mrs, Ki! we were about to go out for a while" Hasna said, as she saw her grandparents standing from where they were sitting.

"Yes dear. Careful" said Grandma Hasna. "Son! we go in first" said Grandma Hasna then to Afnan.

"Please Nin. Happy Rest." said Afnan with a smile and nodded his head reverence.

After Grandma and Grandpa Hasna entered the room, Now in the room, there is a awkwardness between Afnan and Hasna. The two looked at each other with a wrong attitude.

"Ep.... Ustadz!"

"Dad!"

"Hmmm..."

both of them looked down with a smile. A moment later, Afnan slightly raised his face, looking at Hasna doubtfully. He swung his hand slowly, with an open palm, as a welcome omen. "Ladies first." Her speech.

"A'a Ustadz go first." Reply Hasna, shame.

"OK! so.... are we going to design this like a real date?" ask Afnan. This time he looked at Hasna boldly.

"Sure! his situation is supportive. Especially with this awkward feeling. Nana wants to get a feeling called dating." Answer Hasna.

"Good! for the next two nights, I'll flank you every night. Will you not be bored?" ask Afnan.

"Ustadz himself?" Hasna answered the question by asking back.

"No!" replied Afnan firmly.

"we'll enjoy this, before returning to real life. Well, since Darling asked for our call to be changed, then I'll call you with Dek Nana. As your request." Afnan.

"thank you. Then call me to Byby. A'a Ustadz." Reply Hasna.

"Then, go yuk!!" exclamation Afnan.

"Whoever is afraid!" reply Hasna.

"alright. Dating, we start.." Afnan's final.

The two of them did not realize, there were two pairs of eyes, were peeping with a giggle behind the wall that led to Grandma and Grandpa Hasna's room.

"Let's go to Mbu! later berabe if kebelet kemakan dating." Said Grandpa Hasna.

"Hooh Ama, yuk! not strong to see it." Grandma Hasna said with a curl.

Finally they went into the room.

**

After a short chat in the family room. Now Afnan and Hasna are out of the house to ride a motorcycle.

Afnan thrusting helmet for women, pink. He wears one for a dark blue man.

Suddenly, Afnan laughed. Hasna frowned.

"What's wrong? is there anything strange, A?" ask Hasna.

Afnan drew straight both of his hands. Stacking his second on top of the dashboard of the motor. He looked at Hasna, looking cool to Hasna.

"Nana Dek ninja cloth, is there still?" ask Afanan.

"Ninja?" Hasna like her does not understand. "I mean A?"

"That's a loh! the ninja swordsman's holster, who almost boasted his future husband."Afnan.

"Uuumm A Ustadz, don't be unloaded, I'm ashamed!!!!" peeking Hasna, he laughed timidly, while gently hitting Afnan's arm. Percis is like a girl in a kasmaran.

Afnan laughed too. He immediately helps Hasna to put her helmet fastener together.

"Thank you." Hasna.

"No need to worry, now we're girlfriends." Reply Afnan.

"Koq, is his ninja cloth no longer in use?" again Afnan teases Hasna.

"Ikh A Ustadz!" Hasna pinched Afnan's waist, until Afnan clicked amusedly. "That's Kiki's cloth, not Nana's." Clearly with a sulk.

"Uuuu girlfriend I'm koq sensian. Ride yuk! afraid of the night hunt, the night market will be porridge."

"Well, A'a Ustadz." Hasna riding on the bike in the bonceng by Afnan. He sat sideways worthy of his women. Sitting sweet with a smile can not be separated from his lips.

Heart's blossoming. That's what Hasna felt. And so is Afnan.

Afnan drove his bike casually. Down the road is rather dim, because of the lack of lighting. He took Hasna to a night market near the square.

On the way, they do not remain silent to each other. For a moment Hasna blushed by Afnan's chattering. Which turns out Afnan is good at warming the atmosphere.

A moment later, they quarreled because Hasna was grumbling, when Afnan's ignorance appeared. Afnan deliberately pulled his motor brake suddenly, making Hasna surprised and requiring her to hug Afnan's waist tighter, when the motor stopped suddenly.

"A'a Ustadz's. No more surprising to me!" Hasna protested, when again, Afnan put the brakes on impromptu.

Afnan laughing. "You're funny Deck. Pretty dong kinda warm, fitting earlier in the hug."

Hasna pinched Afnan's waistline slowly, then both laughed. At the end they were in a large open space. It was at an exhibition or a night market.

Seemed neatly lined, some merchants clothes, games and also food.

"Yeah!"

Bring Afnan. Hasna assented as she walked behind Afnan.

They don't go hand in hand. Hasna held on by pulling the tip of Afnan's jacket from the back of Afnan.

"A! I'm gonna throw a ball!" pinta Hasna's.

"That one?" point Afnan at one of the game stalls. Hasna. Afnan and Hasna head to the venue of the game.

"Sir! how many throws once?" asked Afnan to the toy guard.

"Ten thousand rupiah, got three balls, A!" Answer the toy guard. Afnan asked for six balls at first. Hasna asked for it again. Until he spent fifty thousand dollars.

After being satisfied to throw the ball into cans containing hard rolls containing prizes. Hasna pointed to the bianglala.

Afnan also obeyed Hasna, after giving various kinds of gifts that he got to other visitors. Now Hasna is enjoying the bianglala rides happily.

Afnan tried to find an opportunity when the ring rotated and was at the top, he tried to embrace Hasna.

"Ikh, A'a Ustadz is naughty!" hasna said by brushing off Afnan's hand that had been coiled on his shoulder.

"Little Neng! it's cold." Yeah." Persuade Afnan. Hasna frowned, but Afnan laughed. "ooooh so this is what it feels like to date. Awkward and scared."

"Hehe. Maybe it's like that. Just beware that A'a Ustadz is naughty again! Nana doesn't want to date a bad guy." Threatens Hasna with a slight tilt of her body away from Afnan.

"Yes_iya! basic girl gahar, not easy to approach it turns out," pouty Afnan but still cursive. Successfully get a pinch from Hasna in the abdominal area.

"Well. Now who's the bad guy? it's good to be free to hold." Afnan LEDS.

"Sorry, Khilaf!" hasna laughed.

"Ouh then, I'm following Khilaf!" Cup. Afnan landed his kisses briefly and quickly on Hasna's cheeks.

"Ustaadd!"

***

After being satisfied playing in the night market area. Hasna and Afnan were on their way home, to Grandma Hasna's house.

"A.." call Hasna down.

"Yes." Afnan replied briefly.

"A'a Ustadz?!"

"Yes Dek Nana, what's wrong?" said Afnan again gently.

"Hungry...."

"Loh already bought a lot of snacks. Still hungry?" ask Afnan. In the night market, Hasna does buy a lot of snacks or snacks.

"Yes, still hungry." replied the spoiled Hasna. Afnan was only able to smile behind his helmet hearing Hasna's powerful whimper.

"Alright, up ahead like there's a fried rice shop. Want, Deck?" asked Afnan, while remembering the remaining money in his wallet which was only twenty thousand rupiah.

"You A!" answer Hasna quickly. After approval by Hasna, Afnan immediately headed to the roadside fried rice shop.

**

"The fried rice cake is one." Afnan Message. The fried rice worker also agreed.

Afnan approached Hasna who had sat down first. Some of the people who were eating at the tavern glanced towards them.

But Afnan and Hasna were so cute. They were even chatting together. When busy chatting Afnan phone rang loudly his. Like Afnan forgot to quiet his voice.

From the captured tone. The old fashioned mobile phone ring based keypad press. Body plump! (similar Author 🙈😆). It may even be useful to throw a neighbor mango (was Author experience yaaaaa??!!") 🤫🤫🤫🤣🤣🤣).

Sure enough, Afnan took the phone out of his jacket pocket with indifference, then he received the phone. It was a phone call from Umi who asked her which house she was going to go home. Afnan replied that he would return to the main house of ponpes.

Some people in that place, such as humbling Afnan with what he had. Hasna who noticed that, was feeling a little disturbed. But Afnan stroked his shoulder to remain calm.

"Mango." (Please, his fried rice, Kak.) the fried rice seller flattened a plate of fried rice, complete with a glass of warm fresh tea.

"Hature nuhun Kang."

(Thank you Bang.) said Afnan.

"Koq just one A?" ask Hasna.

"For you only Deck! A'a is full. I ate a lot of snacks." Answer Afnan.

Again some customers turned to Hasna and Afnan. Of those few people, two or three were mocking smiles.

"God! kasian his chick, dating the same tough guy. Cute but kere." Whisper one of the women on his friend.

"Kere what's stingy?" ask his friend.

"Kere is like her! tuh see, the same motor has its aja jadul. ikh allergy in old school motor bonceng so." They're chuckling.

Hasna knew they were laughing. "Darling! as usual, we ate a plate together and played bribes. O well, for Grandma, grandfather plus Bibik at home, in the wrap yes Yank. After this we buy Umi and Abi martabak as well, martabak Bangka sayaaaang. That's loooh, that Umi martabak brown beans. For Abi martabak eggs. Don't forget, that's special! the eggs are eight." Hasna chanted with a voice that was deliberately made loud.

Afnan smelled a smile. Hasna winked. Afnan understood that, he also shook his head. While receiving a mouthful of fried rice from Hasna.

The man who was sneering at Afnan and Hasna. Feeling touched by Hasna's words. Now they just shut up and immediately finished the fried rice.

"O Allah, the Lord! is that the world? let's just say I get off the car we have, with the grooming. Surely they will behave much better. O Allah forgive those who have mocked their brethren." Inner Afnan.

Seriate....