Love In Pesantren's

Preliminary

During the day that stung the hot sun felt Nimas was so cool.Wind hit his veil, adding shahdu atmosphere.

Nimas and Ustadz Zamzam were at the back of the house, right by the fish pond.

After giving up longing, they decided to refresh their minds by fishing.

Nimas accompanied him just sitting under a guava tree whose leaves were so thick. Look at my husband who is fishing.

Sometimes her husband looks at her just to give a smile.

Yeah, smile.

A few weeks into his wife, Nimas felt comfortable with Ustadz Zamzam.

Moreover, Ustadz who is good and appreciates it makes him determined to be the best wife anyway.

Do not ask, all the obligations of Nimas do sincerely as a wife and even serve biological needs have been done since their first night.

Ikhlas Nimas gave his soul and body to Ustadz Zamzam simply Lillah.

"Dear baby, please!"

Nimas awoke from a daydream, hearing the Ustadz speak.

"Ah yes bucket.. Here I come bring a bucket," his mind tried to normalize the mood of the former daydream.

Nimas walked up to her husband while carrying a bucket nearby.

"It's Stadz, wah can be big yaa fish," exclaimed Nimas.

Nimas sat next to her husband, while Ustadz Zamzam threw his hook into the pool.

"Ustadz if going home is always bad?" The question that glided plainly from Nimas' lips made the Ustadz smile sweetly. Aih need not be described as sweet as what his smile is.

"Nim, don't call Ustadz!!"

Uh ko, instead of answering Nimas's question. The Ustadz changed the subject.

Nimas frowned in wonder, "continue what dong?"

"Hemmm I was thinking about parting yesterday, I'm your husband is older. How about Nimas call me brother."

Huh brother? You can also Nim.

"Keep I call my beautiful wife 'why?"

Nimas blushed, for some reason that simple call made him happy.

Then Nimas nodded.

"Ok deck Nimas, wife of a beautiful sister. Look at my brother's eyes."

Nimas raised his face to look at the husband.

Welcomed a gentle smile that must have melted Nimas' heart until it melted.

"I'm happy to be your husband" the Ustadz said after their sighting.

This can be said gombal gaa, which clearly Nimas is not affected he just nodded without smiling no matter what is in his mind at this time.

"Zamzam!!"

The screams across the pond made Ustadz and Nimas turn at the same time.

"Eh Pandu's.."

A person called Ustadz Zamzam Pandu was walking closer towards Nimas and Ustadz.

"Assalamualaikum Zam."

"Waalaikumusalam, how are you?"

They hugged for a moment, forgetting someone who was stupefied among them.

"Oh yes Pan, this is my wife Nimas."

The Ustadz finally recognized.

"Sir, this is my little friend's guide."

Nimas smiled stiffly.

"Niimas? isn't Sofia?" ask Pandu.

For what sake, Nimas was really sick for the second time there were people who considered himself Sofia.

The Ustadz looked at him nervously, then his gaze returned to Pandu.

"Yes Nimas, Sofia is still my brother Pan"

"Ah sorry yes, because when you give an invitation her name is Sofia."

Again.. Again, it feels that Nimas is not strong he chose to go into the house with tightness in the chest.

While the Ustadz continued the conversation with Pandu on the porch of the house. Maybe some kind of miss on his best friend.

Nimas was heartbroken this time was crying in silence in the room, occasionally heard the sound of laughter out there, making Nimas even more want to cry.

O Ustadz, look at your wife.

#patience to Nimas (author)