Is He my Imam

Tali

"Astaghfirullah" cried Maryam in surprise.

"Mas Fathan? " . Yasmin said spontaneously.

"Big, Yasmin! When dateng? "

"Just yesterday anyway"

"Owh, why don't you stop by Pakde's house? "

"Wait for a guest first, Mas" replied Yasmin, who was signed by Fathan.

"HEEMMM!!! "

After the sound of Deheman Maryam, they stopped the conversation and turned to Maryam.

"Eh, yes. Until I forget, Mas Fathan can nolongin ngga? "

"Oh, how is it? I still have wudhu"

Fathan thought while observing the surroundings. His net caught a piece of rope neatly rolled up in a hut. He got an idea. Without thinking, he stepped into the hut and took the rope and took it to where it had been.

"Mmm can't hold this?" fathan asked after throwing one end of the rope at Maryam.

"Can!" answer Maryam ketus.

Without much thought, Maryam grabbed the end of the rope. And Fathan begins to pull the other end of the rope to help Maryam.

The clothes that Maryam wore half body down were already covered by the mud of the rice field. Oh, yep! even the flip-flops he used were one of his slippers released.

"Why papa Mba? " ask Yasmin.

"Gga papa kok, used to also like gini if playing"

"Oh, I thought you were a city boy who didn't like mud! " kittus Fathan.

While Maryam did not intend to reply Fathan. Because for him, responding to people who have not been known is even like "sof know a close friend".

" Yaudah, yuk Mba. We're going home" Yasmin told Maryam.

"Ehem" Fathan cleared his throat like he was reminding something.

"Eh, thank you, Mom. We'll stop by Pakde's house"

"Yes, heart of heart. Ntar's falling again"

"Yes, Mas. Assalamualaikum" said Yasmin with a smile and glanced at Maryam at a glance.

"Girishal"

It did not take long, they both entered the courtyard of Yusuf's grandfather's house.Everything was seen talking on the porch of the house.And immediately they were all surprised because of Maryam's half dirty clothes.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Maryam-Yasmin.

"Waalaikumsalam" they answered in unison.

"Subhanallah! Maryam, Yasmin. Where are you from? kok until like gini" said Halimah with a surprised face and worried.

"Hehe, we are from the road in the rice fields, bun" replied Yasmin and Maryam in unison.

"Bune? " joseph was surprised.

"What dong"

"Hehe, yes yes"

"So?" ask Halimah again.

"We want to clean up first, Bun. Oh yeah, we met Mas Fathan. He said, waiting for the same pakdhe at home"

"Oh, yaudah, we'll be there in the afternoon"

After the conversation, Maryam and Yasmin immediately stepped in to clean up.

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The breeze moved the hair slightly-long belonging to a man who was chanting sholawat. Until the sound of bass belongs to someone else makes it pause its activities.

"Waalaikumsalam, uh Yusuf. Pribun kabare's? When arrive? "

"Alhamdulillah, sae mas.Just yesterday, Mas. Sampeyan did not find ning griya mboten wonten, lajeng Budhe ngendika yen sampeyan nembe ing sabin"

"Owalah, means want to press my omah ta? "

"Yo nek kula mpun, wong madosi. But I call mother yo dereng"

"Owalah, ngono ta"

"Yeah, Iha pie maneh" the two laughed together.

"Not really guest, ning Mbah? "

"Mboten egh, mas"

"Lha keeps sing if Yasmin wants to? "

"Owalah, want ki yo pie ya kanca ya cedhak, sedulur yo adoh"

"Lha maksute pie? "

Finally Joseph also recounted his meeting with Maryam from the beginning to the present.

"Owalah ngono ta. Dee ayu huh? "

"Come on. Wadon kok mas"

"Haha. Ora ngono ta, Suf. Eh son of me karo de'e fit po ra, Suf?"

"Huh?! "

"Nopo ta, Suf? kok shocked me. I don't think it fits po ra I'm karo de'e. Sopo wants a genenge uh Maryam Iyo Maryam"

"Our is the pack o, Mas."

"Lha, even kok nge-pek. Po sampean ki nduweni? "

"Hehe, guyon mas"

"Oh, I understand. Sampean remen ta karo de'e. He'e ta he'e ta. Ngaku wae Suf. In the childhood of sampean ki ra iso fuck me"

"Hehey"

"Ora orane, Suf de'e no pek. I'm ki wis ndue kok"

"Lha sopo egh, huh? "

"Yo secret, memo sampean tak kandani nek wis ning omahku.

Oh iyo, saiki kayane until Indonesian-ne wis smoothly huh? "

"Alhamdulillah, yo despite stuffing 'mock' "

"Yo rapopo, I'm the language of unity. The problem of love 'pedok' ki according to me rapopo wong yo kan ra kudu podo, amarga Indonesia ki Bhineka single ika.Yo po ra? "

"Excite, mas"

"Yo wes, meh ashar ki. Come on back, ngko aja lali stopped by"

"Excite, mas"

The two went home to their respective destinations and sure enough, before long the ashar adhan reverberated.

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For readers, sorry I rarely update. That's a lot of late, hehe. Sorry yes

See you next episode.