His wife Ustadz Part. 2

87. Abah Anom's.

"I'll take care of your clothes! tomorrow we go home. However, as long as you know, who wants you to study abroad, not I, Abi or Kak Ubay."

Hasna stunned. "If it wasn't Byby, Abi and Kak Ubay. Then who?" ask Hasna.

"It's the wish of the deceased, Abah Anom as the mandate. Whoever our wives are, then they are obliged to go to school abroad." replied Afnan, Hasna knows who Abah Anom is, although never met with him, but his services are many in remembrance, he was Afnan's grandfather.

"We chose Turkey as your S2 destination, because we have a home here, many acquaintances and some families are also here." Connect Afnan.

Abah Anom was the real pioneer of the Hubbul Wathan pesantren. Initially only established the Assembly of Studies as a shelter for children less able to gain religious knowledge, until he had the capital and pioneered pesantren with prayer, tears, blood and effort that is not easy, so he has no capital, because a person who is said to be a village leader and prides himself as a saint, always tries to destroy the Pesantren Abah stubis.

"You should study in Turkey when you get an S1 degree. However, at that time the children were still too small and also the time will be longer, which is four to five years. And now it's only two years." Afnan spoke again.

"Why the late Abah,

mandated that we go abroad?" asked Hasna by approaching Afnan who was already sitting on the side of the bed.

"Abah had banned his daughter from studying abroad because he thought the woman did not have to have a high education, just enough to teach and know the basics of the religion. But after that Abah dissolved in regret until he was extinct (died)

"Umi's brother, Umi Zubaidah, died and was killed at a very young age."

"Astaghfiullah! didn't Umi Zubaidah die from drowning, By?" hasna asked, he knew the story of Umi Zubaidah but all he knew, Umi Zubaidah died of drowning.

"We were forced to cover it up, because the perpetrator was Umi Zubaidah's own husband."

"SubhanAllah!" Hasna shut her mouth in disbelief.

"Umi's husband buried Umi Zubaidah inside..." Afnan was stunned by the crying. Hasna tried to calm Afnan by stroking his shoulders.

"That's it!" Afnan embraced Hasna. After being calm he again told about Abah Anom who regretted banning his daughter from school abroad while getting a scholarship to Cairo, Egypt.

Abah Anom instead receives a proposal from a man who is considered good for his daughter and marries them. However, the man is neither a good man nor a Shaleh man as it seems, he intends to sell his wife to a striped-nose man to meet the needs of his life spent at the gambling table.

Umi Zubaidah refused in earnest for the sake of honor, but her rejection ended tragically, dying from being immersed in a swimming pool. The man was arrested and kept for life. But Abah's family recounted his departure with an alibi accident in the pool and drowned.

From then on only one that Abah regretted, did not comply with his daughter's desire to go to school abroad. Therefore Abah mandated that grandchildren, grandchildren and great-grandchildren of his daughter should be in school or study abroad.

"Even all the costs for you to go to school, Abah has prepared from some farmland and also the farm he left behind." Afnan.

Hasna was silent, she was digesting everything, the thing she just knew. "Why didn't Byby tell me from the beginning?" ask Hasna.

"Hemm, we thought it was unnecessary, this is what we were afraid of! that is.. must repeat the story of the departure of Umi Zubaidah, the cause of why until you have to go to school abroad." replied Afnan.

"That's the reason I've never been angry about your mistakes! I'm afraid of being the one who turns cruel, as an ordinary human being, lying if I don't have emotions. Being tested for anger is hard, honey. But in the name of love because of Allah, Alhamdulillah I always manage to reduce anger. Patience is the key to household happiness. Many other solutions rather than having to argue let alone jotos with the wife."

"I'm sorry Nana By!" Hasna embraced Afnan with regret.

They were silent for a long time, just by embracing Hasna's sobs quietly. Afnan let his front shoulder get wet by Hasna's tears.

"Byby always forgives you! already, wipe your tears. I've said, only tears of happiness are allowed out of your beautiful eyes!"

"I'm crying because I'm happy" Hasna replied by raising her face slightly and looking at Afnan's face.

"Good! you rest first, three nights in the cell, I feel very tiring." said Afnan, after Hasna agreed and he lay on the bed, Afnan immediately tidied up Hasna's clothes, and then he was ready to go, he will grant Hasna's request to return to Indonesia.

Hasna who realized Afnan was tidying up her clothes immediately got out of bed and approached Afnan.

"What did Byby do?" ask Hasna.

"Look down! let me make your clothes! tomorrow morning we go back to Indonesia."

"No!"

"You mean?"

"I changed my mind! I'll continue my S2 until graduation." Hasna.

"Really?"

"God willing, not for long, right? just one year less left."

Afnan embraced Hasna. "Thank you, honey!" afnan. Hasna smiled with relief and returned back to Afnan's embrace.

"Glad to have you!" (happy to have you!) You’re my everything." (you are everything to me.) and I Love you!" hasna was slow but meaningful. I've found the meaning of the words Byby said when I got home last night, for infiltrating the race with Gengs Zig-zag." Hasna smile.

"Iyi ki varsin, Sen parcelarimsyn, Sen benim herseyimsin. Art of Seviyorum!" (happy to have you, you are everything to me. I love you so much!) afnan said with a smile. Hasna interpreted her words in English.

Hasna and Afnan hugged Back, that afternoon they spent talking to Ubaydillah and also Lintang. Re-telling the reasons they have to study abroad.

Hasna and Lintang decided to continue their studies until graduation. Afnan accompanied Hasna for two weeks in Turkey after the incident, while advancing his business meetings.

While returning to Indonesia, Afnan and Ubaydillah tracked down the man who had sent Hasna images of himself. It turned out that it was one of Gengs Zig-zag's children that Hasna paid to spy on Afnan.

Five million dollars for one photo. The money Hasna spent however, when the boy found out what Hasna was doing after receiving a photo from him. So he apologized and intended to return the money, but Afnan refused. On condition that he should stop following Hasna's will.

**

Days passed, and the moon changed. It doesn't feel like Hasna and Lintang's college will be finished soon. Occasionally Afnan and Ubaydillah take the children to visit their Mother on vacation.

Lectures went well even though they were often colored by a little bit of the hilarity from Hasna. Several times involved in fights because of straightening problems that are considered wrong. However, in the end Hasna will be on the right side, because it was right from the beginning.

The children are currently in Jakarta. Their grandfather who picked them up for a vacation in Jakarta. Afkha, Afsha and Arsya have five days in Jakarta, two days later they will return to the city of S.

"A'a Kha! I'm gonna pee, I can't stand it!" pekik spoiled Afsha from the back bench. They had just returned home to drive Arsya from Lintang's father's office.

Sitting in front with the driver. Now they're heading to the office of Grandpa Hasna's father.

"Hold Deck, soon arrive at Opu's office!" afkha exclaimed with a small Qur'an in his hand. Two Surahs of the Qur'an together means he must deposit to the Father, namely Afnan when he returned to Pesantren.

Afkha looks handsome with orange jeans and white T-shirt interior, as well as black long Chino pants, white N-brand sports shoes. One of the characteristics of the Afkha is the skullcap she always wears covering her hair brush hair up style. However, it only adds an aesthetic impression to him.

"Can't be A! well sir, please Dedek can't stand it!" afsha said to the driver.

"Shortly Non! I bought a mosque! there's gotta be a toilet." Reply to the driver politely.

"Yes, please hurry!" whining Afsha, sitting restlessly and grimacing resisting wanting to pee.

The little Qur'an that he also held unconsciously he put into his gamis bag. The girl, who is now almost ten years old, looks beautiful with a pashmina hijab neatly wrapped around her head. Afsha looks cute with white skin and natural pink hue.

"Alhamdulillah, Masjid Non!" exclaim Mr. driver.

"Alhamdulillah, hurry sir! I'm first yeah!" after the car entered the parking lot, Afsha did not care if the car had not fully parked perfectly, he immediately opened the door and ran towards the women's toilet.

Afkha shook her head to see her sister's behavior. This is not the first, Afsha often pee if on the go. Afkha once suggested to Afsha to wear diapras and ended up with a sweet pinch of Afsha.

Brugh!

"Astaghfiullah!" Afsha collided with someone who was also running. "AllahuAkbar!" peeked Afsha when he realized he was falling and sitting on the lap of a man.

It turned out that the man had accidentally collided with her. A tall body with a handsome face, slightly shaggy hair with a golden yellow color combination on the other side of his hair, the man was wearing an SMA uniform.

"Augh!" the man's bellows as Afsha's body lands freely on the man's lap and Afsha's buttocks automatically suppress his prized assets.

"Ouch! very little boy.hat rascal! my assets were destroyed before breeding." he said with a grimace and a flushed face.

"Sorry Brother! I'm in a hurry." A few seconds their eyes met.

"Snick-looking brother! Astaghfirullah'aladzim." muttered Afsha in his mind.

"Wao! this little boy is beautiful and also cute!" peek at the High School boy in his mind.

"You're from the lap of the cave!" poke the man in a high tone.

"Astaghfirullah'aladzim's! sorry brother! then excuse me, Assalamua'laikum." Afsha immediately stood up from the lap of the High School boy, and he immediately ran towards the woman's toilet following directions in the form of arrows on the wall.

"Oush! falling for wisdom," the high school boy's laughter mocked him.

Not long after he frowned, a small book-like object lay beside his hand. "What's this?"

Then he took it. Open the object, Arabic letters and also latent writing in it. "Like the Muslim holy book?" muttered.

It turns out that it was the Koran of Afsha that accidentally fell out of the pocket of Afsha's gamis.

"Maybe get into this building!" the voices of some men came from outside the mosque.

It was heard that he called someone while running in the direction that Afsha had passed. "Riz, I'm in a building opposite Macdonald, not far from my school. Help u! I'm after the Bokap guys! motor, I live in school."

The high school boy went inside the woman's toilet outside. He was hiding there, next to a small toilet that had Afsha in it and was getting his clothes fixed.

"Please, relieved!" afsha muttered as she walked out of the narrow room. He headed for a large mirror attached to the wall, he pegged himself briefly to justify his hijab. The mosque is still quiet, because it has not entered the prayer time.

"Yahoooo!!!!"

Afsha's screams echoed inside the toilet as she captured a shadow of the tall body of a man behind her. The man was surprised that he immediately pulled Afsha and smothered his mouth.

"Shut up!" snapped it.

"To-long! ja-don't sen_sen it's me!" please Afsha with a vibrating body.

"Okay, I'm loose! promise not to scream again, if not! sluggish!" threaten the man. While releasing Afsha slowly after he nodded obediently.

Afsha tried to calm herself down. He was trained in martial arts by his parents. However, for some reason, this time he felt his heart relax even though he was a little afraid

"Loh Brother!" point at Afsha when he realizes who the man before him is.

"Well!" that man was the one who had collided with Afsha.

"Sister, went wrong in the toilet? it's a ladies' room!"

"Whisper you! if you don't know anything, just shut up!" hardik the High School boy. Then he crouched his breath still hunting in surprise. It seems he is avoiding someone.

"Astaghfiullah! brother's hand is bleeding!" peekit Afsha's.

"His, I said shut up! it's just a cut like this Cemen, there's a bigger wound than this on my body!" said the High School boy, while unbuttoning his white uniform.

"No, what do you want? stopit! it will stain my eyes!" pekik Afsha asked God for forgiveness in his heart and covered his face with both palms.

"Gue doesn't want anything! just wanted to show me my scar! look at!" I don't know if the High School boy wants to show off his wounds in front of that beautiful little boy, who isn't even ten years old yet.

"No want! it's sinful." refute Afsha.

"Look! if not, I'll make sure you can't get out of this place!" threaten her.

"But, Brother must quickly tidy up Brother's clothes!"

"okay!" answer the High School boy. Afsha opened his eyes for a few seconds to see the abdominal muscles of the High School boy, uh one of the scars of the High School boy in the upper abdomen, the scars that elongated look real plastered there.

"It's over!" Afsha shuddered in horror, then immediately turned her body.

The High School boy poked back while buttoning his uniform. Then he took out a cigarette and a little Zippo and lit his cigarette.

"Have water to drink?" tanyakanya.

"Not brought, was in the car. Shall I get it?"

"No need!" answer the High School boy arrogantly. "Would you help me deal with my wounds? then you'll be free to get out of this place." he said in a cold tone.

"I-iya Brother! I will but sorry! I can't touch Brother!"

"Why?"

"because men and women who are not mahrams are forbidden to touch each other!" answer Afsha with certainty.

"Well, where is that teaching?" the High School boy.

"In my religious teachings!" replied Afsha without a doubt.

"Religion? What religion?"

"Islam! what is Sister Religion?" ask Afsha.

The High School boy nodded slowly. "Take care of my wounds!" The high school boy thrust his arm.

Wash it with water first, brother! then dry it with a tissue and later I'll stick the plaster on Brother's wound! I happen to have plaster in the bag, I love the picture!" babble Afsha. However, the High School boy did not care, he immediately washed his wound with a grimace.

"Nih, quickly paste the plaster! said the High School boy after drying his wound with a tissue.

Afsha sighed slowly. Then he took out the plaster and looked for a way not to touch the man's skin directly.

He remembered the ballpoint pen in his little bag. Then he took it out and began to stick the plaster on the wound of the High School boy with the help of a ballpoint pen to press the side of the plaster with the cartoon character Upin Ipin.

"Sister! can I go?" ask Afsha.

"Hem, hush! hush!" throw away the high school boy by shaking his hand.

"Thank you, brother! excuse me Assalamua'laikum!"

Afsha immediately came out of the toilet. However, his steps came to a halt as the High School boy called out to him.

"Gentala!"

"Aah?"

"My name is Gentala! call Genta or Tala!"

"Oh well Brother, Gentala!"

"That means dragon!" connect Gentala.

"Hem," Afsha smiled with her head down, for too long she had looked at the one who was not her mahram.

"I... Afsha call me Sha! please fix how you talk, brother! Don't be so rude."

"Hum!" the High School boy nodded. The little boy in front of him made him comfortable. I want to feel good with Afsha.

"We'll meet again someday!"

"If Allah wills!" answer Afsha.

Then Afsha immediately went out of the toilet, leaving Gentala alone. After Afsha's departure, Gentala issued the Qur'an Afsha, observing it.

"Shaa! that means it belonged to a kid?" Gentala read the engraving of the name 'Sha' which was carved beautifully with gold ink in the cover of the Qur'an.

"Sorry little boy! I will bring it to accompany my days. Maybe someday this will be useful." murmured Gentala.

Gentala's phone rang, it was from the person who picked her up. However, Gentala's eyes widened before he came out of the toilet when he saw the plaster in the mirror.not the plaster that became a problem, cartoon images of the plaster that made him angry to scream.

"Aaarrggghh little boy! crazy enough, my Macho model in the plaster plaster plaster image of Upin Ipin with his troops." annoyed Gentala, he immediately passed from the toilet.

As for Afsha, he was smiling himself in the car that had left the parking lot of the mosque. Afkha who saw from the rearview mirror, he only frowned and then he returned to reciting his Qur'an.

"A! My Qur'an is gone!" pekik Afsha after he realized his Quran was not in his pocket. It is fitting that he felt that someone had forgotten from the moment he entered the toilet, usually he never brought the Qur'an into the toilet, he really forgot.

Afkha is currently, almost 10 years old,

Afsha, uh,

***

Two years already. Hasna and Lintang have completed the thesis, several months they graduated and have held the title S2. Now Hasna and Lintang have returned to Indonesia and can be reunited with his small family.

Occasionally they fill tausiah in the study with his hijrah trio. Hasna also began teaching at the boarding school in between her busy motor racing at the H.A.Z circuit.

After six months in Indonesia, Hasna got an offer from an international motorcycle racing club in continental Europe. Because Hasna video that is racing and some of its motor attractions, viral on social media with the caption 'Woman veiled race! with the Goddess skill!' and came the offer of the race, until now, Afnan has not agreed.

Seriate...