Love In Pesantren's

Always losing

Farrel pulls Sofia's hand towards his car.

This sii is her name.

"Rail off hurts!!"

Sofia pulls her hand but fails.

Farrel opened the car door and then the grip of the hand came off.

Farrel walked around and entered the car sitting in the driver's seat.

There was no sound there, until the car drove.

"You humiliated me Rel."

CECIIIIITE....

One sentence Sofia made the car brake suddenly.

Farrel turned towards Sofia.

"What are you talking about?"

His tone is not very good to hear.

Sofia who was still shocked was even more afraid because of Farrel's words.

Did he speak wrong?

Upps yes Sofia didn't realize what she said.

"At least you said that."

"So you're saying I don't have that kind of manners?"

Nyadar dong Rail's.

"It's not so."

Sofia's words are choked by seeing Farrel's unfriendly eyes twinkle.

"You who should be ashamed, depart without husband's permission."

Poh.

"But Ustadz Ahmad asked for permission."

"Silent you !!"

The loud jolt Farrel gave Sofia made Sofia bow at once.

"Basar wife has no morals, do not know the laws of religion. It's not useful you all those years in Pesantren."

Uh ko ga delicious gini.

By dong Sof.

"Move to the back !!"

Huh huh?

Sofia raised her face.

"I said move to the back !!"

Duh Farrel don't have to scream too.

Sofia moved to the back seat.

Farrell returned his car.

A few moments later the car stopped again in the middle of the road. Sofia is a little confused, but then her confusion is answered after a girl comes to open the car door and smiles kindly at her and Farrel.

"Wait long?"

Cih, Farrel's voice suddenly so soft.

"Lumayan, uh this is about your wife?"

The girl turned towards Sofia who was also staring at her.

"Yes." Yeah."

Sofia answered briefly.

Then the girl turned her eyes forward.

"I'm hungry."

Duh is spoiled.

"Where do you eat?"

Said Farrel, one hand outstretched stroking the girl's hair.

What was Sofia's response?

He smiles while shaking the eyes.

Ckck try if author uh jambak aja jambaaak.. Hihi good example yes.

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Now Sofia is in the car alone waiting for a couple of lovers who are eating at a restaurant.

Actually, Sofia was taught, but Sofia refused. Well good yaa rejected, hmm anyways eat with girlfriend invite wife. Eh how is haha?

Sofia chooses to dwell with her phone looking for new references in developing her calligraphy.

Already many customers who use his services to be made decoration in various mosques and even homes.

But Sofia ain't got a cocky looh.. No one even knew Sofia was in this field. Farrel who incidentally her husband did not want to know.. Uuuh Farrel, hey you're dating!! later author getok wear new nyaho centong.

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The next night after the Pesantren and delivered the adoration of Farrel's heart. Sofia is in the kitchen to eat.

Yes, he did not eat at the restaurant must be laper dong him.

Meanwhile Farrel was still sitting in the living room while occasionally writing something in his book.

Nulis what is Rail? Nulis diary.

Sofia devouringly ate regardless of the person walking in front of her opening the fridge, then sipping the mineral water where she stood.

One of them then sat at the dining table, holding his chest proudly.

"That was Rani."

Uh who's that, huh?

"We've been on a four-month road."

What road is Rail? Leisurely walk?

Author follow dong who knows can flip-flops hihi.

"Hey !!! You're a husband by what?"

Sofia stopped eating.

"His husband? Which one's husband?"

Sofia then takes her dirty dishes to the dishwasher.

"I am your husband, horrified!!"

Sofia then sits opposite Farrel.

"Suami showing off boyfriend?"

Sofia's grave question made Farrel's face turn flat instantly.

"This is the Rail. You want me to tell Uwa? Or do you want me to punish?"

Uh Sof uh, author gemess.

"For a long time you've been braver."

Farrel wrathful.

"Options in your hands."

Indeed, Sofia's heart is now fragile to look at her husband only she is reluctant with various clashes that she has received so far. But there is a mission in his life this time that is to straighten the path of Farrel, soften the hard heart of Farrel.

Sofia believes she is destined to lead Farrel down a better path.

Duh Sofi, your mission is heavy.

After a long wait, Farrell finally agreed to be punished.

Well loh.

"What's the penalty?"

"Message of Ar-Rahman. I'll wait for tomorrow morning."

Just now Sofia will stand but not done because of Farrel's speech on this one.

"What is ar-Rahman?"

Huh huh?

Sofia sat back down.

"Letter in the Qur'an Farrel."

"I, I cannot read the Koran."

This time Sofia looked at Farrel.

"I never wanted to learn. Even though Uwa forced me to do it. Even when Ahmad entered Pesantren I had run away from the house so he did not want to participate in the entrance into the Islamic prison."

"Astagfirulloh Farrel, what did you say? Islamic prison?"

Sofia shook her head.

"Yes, if we have entered Pesantren we can not be free, right?"

Duh Farrel ko can be plain like that sii.

Sofia smiled at the end.

"But how dong, you should be in the law. If not, I have to say Uwa."

"Don't!! Don't tell Uwa."

Farrel panic.

Sofia flinched in her seat watching the husband.

"Teach me to read the Quran."

The sentence that Sofia was waiting for finally came to the surface as well. Sofia smiled in silence.

Sofia won again.

Uwa is still a weapon to conquer Farrel, because Sofia knows how much Farrel loves the Uwa.

"OK, first you have to learn iqro first. Tomorrow I buy, now rest you must cape home from Yogya."

Then Sofia passes to her room to rest leaving Farrel there still pensive.

Intentions want to hurt Sofia uh she lost...

This is called the weapon eat sir not sii.

Farrel never thought why he always lost against Sofia. Is Sofia protected by the genie?

So stupid mind guerrilla.

Farrel, Farrel knows you don't gemesin actually plain as smooth as a pelontos head.

Farrel was still there, reluctant to just lay his body on the bed. Because of course he will be close to Sofia who somehow always makes tightness in her chest.

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# Sort of how this is a story. Sorry if less connected, the author is also confused haha. Enjoy it, his wisdom. (Author)